breaths of the soft air, she concentrated on watching Jamie stamp ahead of her, and on Dick ranging through the marsh whose bronze grasses reflected the glints in his coat and in his eyes. She watched the flight of crows from the trees behind the schoolhouse, jet black against the little white belfry, which in turn shone against the sky. But again and again she saw the big black tube, made fast to the mooring, rising and falling gently on the calm water. There was something deadly in the very contrast; like a battle in a field of ripe wheat ready for the harvest, under autumn sunshine. The mine, anchored in the sheltered little harbor, had suddenly brought the complete ugliness of the war to Bennettâs Island.
Sheâd planned to sit on the sunny granite doorstep of the homestead for a little while, but as soon as she had reached the weathered and silvery gateposts, she knew she must go back to the harbor. Perhaps it would not look so bad this time. She would not know until she had looked again.
7
T HE C OAST G UARD BOAT came out from Limerock in the late afternoon, and by that time everyone who could make it was on the shore. Even Nora Fennell came down, bright-eyed with excitement. âGramâs taking a nap . . . Gosh, seems as if somethingâs happening around here, doesnât it?â
She stood beside Joanna on the wharf and watched the dinghy from the Coast Guard boat circle around the mooring. âWhy donât they go close to it?â Her excitement began to fade. âGolly, you donât think itâs dangerous after all, do you?â
âI donât know,â said Joanna. She had only come down because Jamie had seen the boat from the kitchen window and had gone into a delirium of ecstasy about it. The men stood in a little knot at one side, watching it without speaking. Even Sigurdâs first exhilaration over his find had died out. Thea stood between him and Franny, hanging onto their arms. Her voice was more high-pitched than usual, perhaps because no one was answering her questions.
Leonie came along the wharf and joined Joanna and Nora. âHousekeeperâ was a courtesy title only, and in the old days Leonie wouldnât have presumed to speak so freely to two decently married women, nor would they have greeted her so calmly. But it was somehow impossible to regard Leonie as a light woman. She was slight and trim and mousey, she walked on sensible shoes and looked at her world through horn-rimmed glasses that were always shining.
âThat one,â she said acidly, looking at Theaâs back. âShe turns my stomach . . . So does Sigurd, today.â
âWhy?â Nora asked obligingly.
âTowinâ that thing in . . . I suppose if he found Tenpound adrift heâd come bringinâ it home. Some people canât leave anything lay. Weâre like to be blasted out of our beds to Kingdom Come.â
Nobody answered. The truth of her statement was too evident, and Joanna tightened her grip on Jamieâs fist when it wriggled protestingly. âNo, you canât go to Owen,â she told him.
âWell, Iâm not intendinâ to stand here and watch my doom cominâ at me,â said Leonie, and started out for home, putting her feet down with no nonsense on the planks.
âI keep forgetting sheâs living in sin,â said Nora in mild astonishment. âThea acts more like a scarlet woman than Leonie. They say Leonie plays poker with the men, and she can drink too.â She giggled softly. âI wonder what sheâs like when sheâs drunk.â
âShe teams Sigurd around like mad,â said Joanna. âIâm not keen on watching my doom approach, either. Come on, Jamie.â
âI guess Iâll wait for Matthew. Gramâs good for another hour, and Iâm going to have some fun while I can . . . if you can call it fun.â She gave Joanna a wry grin, and went toward the men.
Joanna left