Chapter 21

CHAPTER XXI--CONTRABAND

Sheldon did not mention the subject again, nor did his conduct
change from what it had always been. There was nothing of the
pining lover, nor of the lover at all, in his demeanour. Nor was
there any awkwardness between them. They were as frank and
friendly in their relations as ever. He had wondered if his
belligerent love declaration might have aroused some womanly self-
consciousness in Joan, but he looked in vain for any sign of it.
She appeared as unchanged as he; and while he knew that he hid his
real feelings, he was firm in his belief that she hid nothing. And
yet the germ he had implanted must be at work; he was confident of
that, though he was without confidence as to the result. There was
no forecasting this strange girl's processes. She might awaken, it
was true; and on the other hand, and with equal chance, he might be
the wrong man for her, and his declaration of love might only more
firmly set her in her views on single blessedness.

While he devoted more and more of his time to the plantation
itself, she took over the house and its multitudinous affairs; and
she took hold firmly, in sailor fashion, revolutionizing the system
and discipline. The labour situation on Berande was improving.
The Martha had carried away fifty of the blacks whose time was up,
and they had been among the worst on the plantation--five-year men
recruited by Billy Be-blowed, men who had gone through the old days
of terrorism when the original owners of Berande had been driven
away. The new recruits, being broken in under the new regime, gave
better promise. Joan had joined with Sheldon from the start in the
programme that they must be gripped with the strong hand, and at
the same time be treated with absolute justice, if they were to
escape being contaminated by the older boys that still remained.

"I think it would be a good idea to put all the gangs at work close
to the house this afternoon," she announced one day at breakfast.
"I've cleaned up the house, and you ought to clean up the barracks.
There is too much stealing going on."

"A good idea," Sheldon agreed. "Their boxes should be searched.
I've just missed a couple of shirts, and my best toothbrush is
gone."

"And two boxes of my cartridges," she added, "to say nothing of
handkerchiefs, towels, sheets, and my best pair of slippers. But
what they want with your toothbrush is more than I can imagine.
They'll be stealing the billiard balls next."

"One did disappear a few weeks before you came," Sheldon laughed.
"We'll search the boxes this afternoon."

And a busy afternoon it was. Joan and Sheldon, both armed, went
through the barracks, house by house, the boss-boys assisting, and
half a