"If there's any necessity," he whispered, "you recollect your boat, don't you?"
"Yes.... I don't want to go--without you." He said, in a pleasant firm voice which was new to her: "I know what you mean. But you are not to worry. I am absolutely well."
The girl turned toward him, the echoes of the guns filling her ears, and strove to read his face in the ghastly, dreary light.
"I'm really cured, Miss Erith," he said. "If there's any emergency I'll fight to live. Do you believe me?"
"If you tell me so."
"I tell you so."
The girl drew a deep, unsteady breath, and her arm tightened a trifle within his.
"I am--so glad," she said in a voice that sounded suddenly tired.
There came an ear-splitting detonation from the after-deck, silencing every murmur.
"Something is shelling us," whispered McKay. "When orders come, go instantly to your boat and your station."
"I don't want to go alone."
"The nurses of the unit to which you--"
The crash of a shell drowned his voice. Then came a deathly silence, then the sound of the deck-guns in action once more.
Miss Erith was leaning rather heavily on his arm. He bent it, drawing her closer.
"I don't want to leave you," she said again.
"I told you--"
"It isn't that.... Don't you understand that I have become--your friend?"
"Such a brute as I am?"
"I like you."
In the silence he could hear his heart drumming between the detonations of the deck-guns. He said: "It's because you are you. No other woman on earth but would have loathed me... beastly rotter that I was--"
"Oh-h, don't," she breathed.... "I don't know--we may be very close to death.... I want to live. I'd like to. But I don't really mind death. ... But I can't bear to have things end for you just as you've begun to live again--"
Crash! Something was badly smashed on deck that time, for the brazen jar of falling wreckage seemed continuous.
Through the metallic echo she heard her voice: "Kay! I'm afraid--a little."
"I think it's all right so far. Listen, there go our guns again. It's quite all right, Eve dear."
"I didn't know I was so cowardly. But of course I'll never show it when the time comes."
"Of course you won't. Don't worry. Shells make a lot of noise when they explode on deck. All that tinpan effect we heard was probably a ventilator collapsing--perhaps a smokestack."
After a silence punctured by the flat bang of the deck-guns: "You ARE cured, aren't you, Kay?"
"Yes."
She repeated in a curiously exultant voice: "You ARE cured. All of a sudden--after that black crisis, too, you wake up, well!"