Let the lucky man take the lot and trade with it
a bit, and then come home and marry her. Neither of ye’s afraid, I
suppose! And neither of ye’ll say that he won’t do that much for the
girl that ye both say ye love!”

Abel broke the silence:

“It don’t seem the square thing to toss for the girl! She wouldn’t like
it herself, and it doesn’t seem—seem respectful like to her—” Eric
interrupted. He was conscious that his chance was not so good as Abel’s
in case Sarah should wish to choose between them:

“Are ye afraid of the hazard?”

“Not me!” said Abel, boldly. Mrs. Trefusis, seeing that her idea was
beginning to work, followed up the advantage. “It is settled that ye put yer money together to make a home for her,
whether ye toss for her or leave it for her to choose?”

“Yes,” said Eric quickly, and Abel agreed with equal sturdiness. Mrs.
Trefusis’ little cunning eyes twinkled. She heard Sarah’s step in the
yard, and said:

“Well! here she comes, and I leave it to her.” And she went out. During her brief walk on the hillside Sarah had been trying to make up
her mind. She was feeling almost angry with both men for being the
cause of her difficulty, and as she came into the room said shortly:

“I want to have a word with you both—come to the Flagstaff Rock, where
we can be alone.” She took her hat and went out of the house up the
winding path to the steep rock crowned with a high flagstaff, where
once the wreckers’ fire basket used to burn. This was the rock which
formed the northern jaw of the little harbour. There was only room on
the path for two abreast, and it marked the state of things pretty well
when, by a sort of implied arrangement, Sarah went first, and the two
men followed, walking abreast and keeping step. By this time, each
man’s heart was boiling with jealousy. When they came to the top of the
rock, Sarah stood against the flagstaff, and the two young men stood
opposite her. She had chosen her position with knowledge and intention,
for there was no room for anyone to stand beside her. They were all
silent for a while; then Sarah began to laugh and said:—

“I promised the both of you to give you an answer to-day. I’ve been
thinking and thinking and thinking, till I began to get angry with you
both for plaguing me so; and even now I don’t seem any nearer than ever
I was to making up my mind.” Eric said suddenly:

“Let us toss for it, lass!” Sarah showed no indignation whatever at the
proposition; her mother’s eternal suggestion had schooled her to the
acceptance of something of the kind, and her weak nature made it easy
to her to grasp at any way out of the difficulty. She stood with
downcast eyes idly picking at the sleeve of her dress, seeming to have
tacitly acquiesced in the proposal. Both men instinctively realising
this pulled each a coin from his pocket, spun it in the air, and
dropped his other hand over the palm on which it lay. For a few seconds
they remained thus, all silent; then Abel, who was the more thoughtful
of the men, spoke:

“Sarah! is this good?” As he spoke he removed the upper hand from the
coin and placed the latter back in his pocket. Sarah was nettled. “Good or bad, it’s good enough for me! Take it or leave it as you
like,” she said, to which he replied quickly:

“Nay lass! Aught that concerns you is good enow for me. I did but think
of you lest you might have pain or disappointment hereafter. If you
love Eric better nor me, in God’s name say so, and I think I’m man enow
to stand aside. Likewise, if I’m the one, don’t make us both miserable
for life!” Face to face with a difficulty, Sarah’s weak nature
proclaimed itself; she put her hands before her face and began to cry,
saying—

“It was my mother. She keeps telling me!” The silence which followed
was broken by Eric, who said hotly to Abel:

“Let the lass alone, can’t you? If she wants to choose this way, let
her. It’s good enough for me—and for you, too! She’s said it now, and
must abide by it!” Hereupon Sarah turned upon him in sudden fury, and
cried:

“Hold your tongue! what is it to you, at any rate?” and she resumed her
crying. Eric was so flabbergasted that he had not a word to say, but
stood looking particularly foolish, with his mouth open and his hands
held out with the coin still between them. All were silent till Sarah,
taking her hands from her face laughed hysterically and said:

“As you two can’t make up your minds, I’m going home!” and she turned
to go. “Stop,” said Abel, in an authoritative voice. “Eric, you hold the coin,
and I’ll cry. Now, before we settle it, let us clearly understand: the
man who wins takes all the money that we both have got, brings it to
Bristol and ships on a voyage and trades with it. Then he comes back
and marries Sarah, and they two keep all, whatever there may be, as the
result of the trading. Is this what we understand?”

“Yes,” said Eric. “I’ll marry him on my next birthday,” said Sarah. Having said it the
intolerably mercenary spirit of her action seemed to strike her, and
impulsively she turned away with a bright blush. Fire seemed to sparkle
in the eyes of both men. Said Eric: “A year so be! The man that wins is
to have one year.”

“Toss!” cried Abel, and the coin spun in the air. Eric caught it, and
again held it between his outstretched hands. “Heads!” cried Abel, a pallor sweeping over his face as he spoke. As he
leaned forward to look Sarah leaned forward too, and their heads almost
touched. He could feel her hair blowing on his cheek, and it thrilled
through him like fire. Eric lifted his upper hand; the coin lay with
its head up. Abel stepped forward and took Sarah in his arms. With a
curse Eric hurled the coin far into the sea. Then he leaned against the
flagstaff and scowled at the others with his hands thrust deep into his
pockets. Abel whispered wild words of passion and delight into Sarah’s
ears, and as she listened she began to believe that fortune had rightly
interpreted the wishes of her secret heart, and that she loved Abel
best. Presently Abel looked up and caught sight of Eric’s face as the last
ray of sunset struck it. The red light intensified the natural
ruddiness of his complexion, and he looked as though he were steeped in
blood. Abel did not mind his scowl, for now that his own heart was at
rest he could feel unalloyed pity for his friend. He stepped over
meaning to comfort him, and held out his hand, saying:

“It was my chance, old lad. Don’t grudge it me. I’ll try to make Sarah
a happy woman, and you shall be a brother to us both!”

“Brother be damned!” was all the answer Eric made, as he turned away. When he had gone a few steps down the rocky path he turned and came
back. Standing before Abel and Sarah, who had their arms round each
other, he said:

“You have a year. Make the most of it! And be sure you’re in time to
claim your wife! Be back to have your banns up in time to be married on
the 11th April.