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no roads at all,’ Chipper pursued, in a tone that implied there were moral implications.
    ‘No roads is the least of your problems, son,’ rejoined Graysmark.
    ‘Dad, lay off, will you?’ The missing daughter now entered as Tom had his back to the door. ‘The last thing the poor man needs is your tales of doom and gloom.’
    ‘Ah! Told you she’d turn up,’ said Captain Hasluck. ‘This is Isabel Graysmark. Isabel – meet Mr Sherbourne.’
    Tom stood to greet her and their eyes met in recognition. He was about to make a reference to seagulls, but she silenced him with, ‘Pleased to meet you, Mr Sherbourne.’
    ‘Tom, please,’ he said, speculating that perhaps she wasn’t supposed to spend afternoons throwing bread to birds, after all. And he wondered what other secrets lay behind her playful smile.
    The evening proceeded well enough, with the Haslucks telling Tom about the history of the district and the building of the lighthouse, back in the time of the Captain’s father. ‘Very important for trade,’ the Harbourmaster assured him. ‘The Southern Ocean is treacherous enough on the surface, let alone having that under-sea ridge. Safe transport is the key to business, everyone knows that.’
    ‘Of course, the real basis of safe transport is good roads,’ Chipper began again, about to launch into another variation on his only topic of conversation. Tom tried to look attentive, but was distracted out of the corner of his eye by Isabel. Unseen by the others, thanks to the angle of her chair, she had begun to make mock-serious expressions at Cyril Chipper’s comments, keeping up a little pantomime that accompanied each remark.
    The performance went on, with Tom struggling to keep a straight face, until finally a full laugh escaped, which he quickly converted into a coughing fit.
    ‘Are you all right, Tom?’ asked the Captain’s wife. ‘I’ll fetch you some water.’
    Tom couldn’t look up, and, still coughing, said, ‘Thank you. I’ll come with you. Don’t know what set me off.’
    As Tom stood up, Isabel kept a perfectly straight face and said, ‘Now, when he comes back, you’ll have to tell Tom all about how you make the roads out of jarrah, Mr Chipper.’ Turning to Tom, she said, ‘Don’t be long. Mr Chipper’s full of interesting stories,’ and she smiled innocently, her lips giving just a momentary tremble as Tom caught her eye.
    When the gathering drew to a close, the guests wished Tom well for his stay on Janus. ‘You look like you’re made of the right stuff,’ said Hasluck, and Bill Graysmark nodded in agreement.
    ‘Thank you. It’s been a pleasure to meet you all,’ said Tom, shaking hands with the gentlemen, and nodding to the ladies. ‘And thank you for making sure I got such a thorough introduction to Western Australian road construction,’ he said quietly to Isabel. ‘Pity I won’t have a chance to repay you.’ And the little party dispersed into the wintry night.

CHAPTER 3
    THE
WINDWARD SPIRIT
, the store boat for all the light stations along that part of the coast, was an old tub, but trusty as a cattle dog, Ralph Addicott said. Old Ralph had skippered the vessel for donkey’s years, and always boasted he had the best job in the world.
    ‘Ah, you’ll be Tom Sherbourne. Welcome to my pleasure launch!’ he said, gesturing to the bare wooden decks and the salt-blistered paint as Tom came aboard before dawn for his first journey out to Janus Rock.
    ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Tom as he shook his hand. The engine was idling and the diesel fumes filled his lungs. It wasn’t much warmer in the cabin than in the biting air outside, but at least it blunted the snarl of the wind.
    A mess of red corkscrew curls emerged through the hatch at the back of the cabin. ‘Reckon we’re ready, Ralph. She’s all fixed now,’ said the young man they belonged to.
    ‘Bluey, this is Tom Sherbourne,’ said Ralph.
    ‘Gedday,’ replied Bluey, hauling himself through the