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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Brandon of the Engineers</p> +<p>Author: Harold Bindloss</p> +<p>Release Date: June 28, 2008 [eBook #25923]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BRANDON OF THE ENGINEERS***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Roger Frank<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Canada Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdpcanada.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:2em;'>BRANDON OF THE ENGINEERS</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR</i></p> +</div> + +<hr class='minor' /> + +<table summary='poetry' style='margin:0 auto'><tr><td> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Alton of Somasco</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Lorimer of the Northwest</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Thurston of Orchard Valley</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Winston of the Prairie</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Gold Trail</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Sydney Carteret, Rancher</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>A Prairie Courtship</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Vane of the Timberlands</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Long Portage</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Ranching for Sylvia</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Prescott of Saskatchewan</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Dust of Conflict</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Greater Power</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Masters of the Wheatlands</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Delilah of the Snows</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>By Right of Purchase</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Cattle Baron’s Daughter</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Thrice Armed</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>For Jacinta</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Intriguers</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The League of the Leopard</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>For the Allison Honor</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Secret of the Reef</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Harding of Allenwood</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Coast of Adventure</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Johnstons of the Border</span></p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Brandon of the Engineers</span></p> +</td></tr></table> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<a name='linki_1' id='linki_1'></a> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 366px; height: 558px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 366px;'> +“‘YOU MUST COME. I CAN’T LET YOU LIVE AMONG THOSE PLOTTERS AND GAMBLERS.’”—<i>Page 224</i>. +<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:2.2em;'>BRANDON <i>of</i></p> +<p style=' font-size:2.2em;'><i>the</i> ENGINEERS</p> +<div style='margin-top:1em'></div> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>By</span> HAROLD BINDLOSS</p> +<div style='margin-top:1em'></div> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em; margin-top:small-caps;'><i>Author of</i> “Johnstone of the Border,” “Prescott</p> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em; margin-top:small-caps;'>of Saskatchewan,” “Winston of</p> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em; margin-top:small-caps;'>the Prairie,” etc.</p> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-emb.png' alt='' title='' /><br /> +</div> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.0em;'>NEW YORK</p> +<p style=' font-size:1.2em;'>FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY</p> +<p style=' font-size:1.0em;'>PUBLISHERS</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em;'>COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY</p> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em;'>PUBLISHED IN ENGLAND UNDER THE TITLE “HIS ONE TALENT”</p> +<div style='margin-top:1em'></div> +<p style=' font-size:0.8em;'><i>ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</i></p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em;'>CONTENTS</p> +</div> + +<p style='line-height: 1'> </p> + +<table border='0' width='400' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'><span style='font-size:small;'>CHAPTER</span></td> + <td></td> + <td align='right'><span style='font-size:small;'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>I</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>A Promising Officer</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#I_A_PROMISING_OFFICER'>1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>II</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dick’s Troubles Begin</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#II_DICK_S_TROUBLES_BEGIN'>11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>III</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Punishment</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#III_THE_PUNISHMENT'>22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Adversity</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IV_ADVERSITY'>34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>V</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Concrete Truck</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#V_THE_CONCRETE_TRUCK'>44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>A Step Up</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VI_A_STEP_UP'>54</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dick Undertakes a Responsibility</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VII_DICK_UNDERTAKES_A_RESPONSIBILITY'>65</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>An Informal Court</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VIII_AN_INFORMAL_COURT'>75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Jake Fuller</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IX_JAKE_FULLER'>85</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>X</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>La Mignonne</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#X_LA_MIGNONNE'>97</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Clare Gets a Shock</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XI_CLARE_GETS_A_SHOCK'>107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dick Keeps His Promise</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XII_DICK_KEEPS_HIS_PROMISE'>118</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Return from the Fiesta</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIII_THE_RETURN_FROM_THE_FIESTA'>129</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Complications</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIV_COMPLICATIONS'>140</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Missing Coal</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XV_THE_MISSING_COAL'>151</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Jake Gets into Difficulties</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVI_JAKE_GETS_INTO_DIFFICULTIES'>161</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Black-Funnel Boat</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVII_THE_BLACKFUNNEL_BOAT'>172</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dick Gets a Warning</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVIII_DICK_GETS_A_WARNING'>184</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Jake Explains Matters</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIX_JAKE_EXPLAINS_MATTERS'>194</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Don Sebastian</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XX_DON_SEBASTIAN'>205</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dick Makes a Bold Venture</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXI_DICK_MAKES_A_BOLD_VENTURE'>215</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Official Mind</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXII_THE_OFFICIAL_MIND'>225</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Clamp</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIII_THE_CLAMP'>237</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Altered Sailing List</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIV_THE_ALTERED_SAILING_LIST'>247</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Water-Pipe</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXV_THE_WATERPIPE'>259</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Liner’s Fate</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVI_THE_LINER_S_FATE'>270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Silver Clasp</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVII_THE_SILVER_CLASP'>282</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXVIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Rough Water</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXVIII_ROUGH_WATER'>294</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Kenwardine Takes a Risk</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIX_KENWARDINE_TAKES_A_RISK'>304</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Last Encounter</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXX_THE_LAST_ENCOUNTER'>314</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Richter’s Message</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXI_RICHTER_S_MESSAGE'>326</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXXII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Ida Interferes</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXXII_IDA_INTERFERES'>336</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1' name='page_1'></a>1</span></div> +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:2em;'>BRANDON OF THE</p> +<p style=' font-size:2em;'>ENGINEERS</p> +</div> + +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 0em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='I_A_PROMISING_OFFICER' id='I_A_PROMISING_OFFICER'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h3>A PROMISING OFFICER</h3> +</div> + +<p>The lengthening shadows lay blue and cool beneath +the alders by the waterside, though the +cornfields that rolled back up the hill glowed a coppery +yellow in the light of the setting sun. It was hot and, +for the most part, strangely quiet in the bottom of +the valley since the hammers had stopped, but now +and then an order was followed by a tramp of feet +and the rattle of chain-tackle. Along one bank of +the river the reflections of the trees quivered in dark-green +masses; the rest of the water was dazzlingly +bright. +</p> +<p>A pontoon bridge, dotted with figures in khaki, +crossed a deep pool. At its head, where a white road +ran down the hill, a detachment of engineers lounged +in the shade. Their faces were grimed with sweat +and dust, and some, with coats unbuttoned, sprawled +in the grass. They had toiled hard through the heat +of the day, and now were enjoying an “easy,” until +they should be called to attention when their work +was put to the test. +</p> +<p>As Lieutenant Richard Brandon stood where the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2' name='page_2'></a>2</span> +curve was boldest at the middle of the bridge, he +had no misgivings about the result so far as the section +for which he was responsible was concerned. He was +young, but there was some ground for his confidence; +for he not only had studied all that text-books could +teach him but he had the constructor’s eye, which sees +half-instinctively where strength or weakness lies. +Brandon began his military career as a prize cadet +and after getting his commission he was quickly promoted +from subaltern rank. His advancement, however, +caused no jealousy, for Dick Brandon was liked. +He was, perhaps, a trifle priggish about his work—cock-sure, +his comrades called it—but about other +matters he was naïvely ingenuous. Indeed, acquaintances +who knew him only when he was off duty thought +him something of a boy. +</p> +<p>In person, he was tall and strongly made, with a +frank, sunburned face. His jaw was square and +when he was thoughtful his lips set firmly; his light-gray +eyes were clear and steady. He was genial with +his comrades, but usually diffident in the company of +women and older men. +</p> +<p>Presently the Adjutant came up and, stopping near, +glanced along the rippling line that marked the curve +of the bridge. +</p> +<p>“These center pontoons look rather prominent, as +if they’d been pushed upstream a foot or two,” he remarked. +“Was that done by Captain Maitland’s +order?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir,” Dick answered with some awkwardness. +“For one thing, I found they’d lie steadier out of the +eddy.” +</p> +<p>“They do, but I don’t know that it’s much of an +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3' name='page_3'></a>3</span> +advantage. Had you any other reason for modifying +the construction plans?” +</p> +<p>Dick felt embarrassed. He gave the Adjutant a +quick glance; but the man’s face was inscrutable. +Captain Hallam was a disciplinarian where discipline +was needed, but he knew the value of what he called +initiative. +</p> +<p>“Well,” Dick tried to explain, “if you notice how +the wash of the head-rapid sweeps down the middle of +the pool——” +</p> +<p>“I have noticed it,” said the Adjutant dryly. +“That’s why the bridge makes a slight sweep. But +go on.” +</p> +<p>“We found a heavy drag on the center that flattened +the curve. Of course, if we could have pushed +it up farther, we’d have got a stronger form.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” +</p> +<p>“It’s obvious, sir. If we disregard the moorings, +a straight bridge would tend to curve downstream and +open out under a shearing strain. As we get nearer +the arch form it naturally gets stiffer, because the strain +becomes compressive. After making the bridge strong +enough for traffic, the problem is to resist the pressure +of the current.” +</p> +<p>“True,” the Adjutant agreed with a smile. “Well, +we’ll let the pontoons stand. The traditions of the +British Army are changing fast, but while we don’t +demand the old mechanical obedience, it might be better +not to introduce too marked innovations. Anyhow, +it’s not desirable that they should, so to speak, +strike a commanding officer in the eye. Some officers +are conservative and don’t like that kind of thing.” +</p> +<p>He moved on and Dick wondered whether he had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4' name='page_4'></a>4</span> +said too much. He was apt to forget his rank and +comparative unimportance when technical matters +were discussed. In fact, it was sometimes difficult +not to appear presumptuous; but when one knew that +one was right—— +</p> +<p>In the meantime, the Adjutant met the Colonel, and +they stopped together at the bridge-head. +</p> +<p>“I think we have made a good job, but the brigade’s +transport is pretty heavy,” the Colonel remarked. +</p> +<p>“I’m satisfied with the bridge, sir; very creditable +work for beginners. If the other branches of the new +armies are as good——” +</p> +<p>“The men are in earnest. Things, of course, are +changing, and I suppose old-fashioned prejudices must +go overboard. Personally, I liked the type we had +before the war, but we’ll let that go. Young Brandon +strikes me as particularly keen.” +</p> +<p>“Keen as mustard,” the Adjutant agreed. “In +other ways, perhaps, he’s more of the kind you have +been used to.” +</p> +<p>“Now I wonder what you mean by that! You’re +something of what they’re pleased to call a progressive, +aren’t you? However, I like the lad. His work is +good.” +</p> +<p>“He <i>knows</i>, sir.” +</p> +<p>“Ah,” said the Colonel, “I think I understand. +But what about the drawings of the new pontoons? +They must be sent to-night.” +</p> +<p>“They’re ready. To tell the truth, I showed them +to Brandon and he made a good suggestion about the +rounding of the waterline.” +</p> +<p>The Colonel looked thoughtful. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span></p> +<p>“Well, the idea of a combined pontoon and light +boat that would carry troops is by no means new; but +these are rather an unusual type and if it were known +that we were building them, it might give the enemy +a hint. I suppose you told Brandon the thing’s to be +kept quiet.” +</p> +<p>“Yes; I made it plain,” the Adjutant said, and they +walked on. +</p> +<p>Dick had been sitting on the bridge, but he jumped +up as a rhythmic tramp of feet came down the hillside. +Dust rose among the cornfields and hung in a +white streak along the edge of a wood, and then with +a twinkling flash of steel, small, ocher-colored figures +swung out of the shadow. They came on in loose +fours, in an unending line that wound down the steep +slopes and reached the bridge-head. Then orders +rolled across the stream, the line narrowed, and the +measured tramp changed to a sharp uneven patter. +The leading platoon were breaking step as they crossed +the bridge. Dick frowned impatiently. This was a +needless precaution. The engineers’ work was good; +it would stand the percussive shock of marching feet. +</p> +<p>He stood at attention, with a sparkle in his eyes, +as the hot and dusty men went by. They were, for +the most part, young men, newly raised infantry, now +being hardened and tempered until they were fit to be +used as the army’s spear-head in some desperate +thrust for which engineers and artillery had cleared +the way. It was some time before the first battalion +crossed, but the long yellow line still ran back up the +hillside to the spot at which it emerged from the deepening +shade, and the next platoon took the bridge with +unbroken step. It swayed and shook with a curious +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span> +regular tremble as the feet came down; but there was +no giving way of tie and stringer-beam, and Dick forgot +the men who were passing, and thought of fastenings +and stressed material. +</p> +<p>He was young and the pomp of war had its effect +on him, but the human element began to take second +place. Although an officer of the new army, he was +first of all an engineer; his business was to handle +wood and iron rather than men. The throb of the +planks and the swing of the pontoons as the load +passed over them fascinated him; and his interest +deepened when the transport began to cross. Sweating, +spume-flecked horses trod the quivering timber +with iron-shod hoofs; grinding wheels jarred the structure +as the wagons passed. He could feel it yield +and bend, but it stood, and Dick was conscious of a +strange, emotional thrill. This, in a sense, was his +triumph; the first big task in which he had taken a +man’s part; and his work had passed the test. Taste, +inclination, and interest had suddenly deepened into +an absorbing love for his profession. +</p> +<p>After a time, the Adjutant sent for him and held +out a large, sealed envelope. +</p> +<p>“These are the plans I showed you,” he said. +“Colonel Farquhar is driving to Newcastle, and will +stop at Storeton Grange for supper at midnight. The +plans must be delivered to him there. You have a +motorcycle, I think?” +</p> +<p>“Yes.” +</p> +<p>“Very well; it is not a long ride, but I’ll release +you from duty now. Don’t be late at Storeton, take +care of the papers, and get Colonel Farquhar’s receipt.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span></p> +<p>There was a manufacturing town not far off, and +Dick decided to go there and spend the evening with +a cousin of his. They might go to a theater, or if +not, Lance would find some means of amusing him. +As a rule, Dick did not need amusing, but he felt that +he must celebrate the building of the bridge. +</p> +<p>Lance Brandon was becoming known as an architect, +and he had a good deal of constructive talent. +The physical likeness between him and Dick was rather +marked, but he was older and they differed in other +respects. Lance knew how to handle men as well as +material, and perhaps he owed as much to this as to +his artistic skill. His plans for a new church and the +remodeling of some public buildings had gained him +recognition; but he already was popular at country +houses in the neighborhood and was courted by the +leading inhabitants of the town. +</p> +<p>Dick and he dined at the best hotel and Lance +listened sympathetically to the description of the +bridge. He was not robust enough for the army, but +he hinted that he envied Dick; and Dick felt flattered. +He sometimes bantered Lance about his social gifts +and ambitions, but he had never resented the favors +his father had shown his cousin. Lance had been +left an orphan at an early age and the elder Brandon—a +man of means and standing—had brought him up +with his son. They had been good friends and Dick +was pleased when his father undertook to give Lance +a fair start at the profession he chose. He imagined +that now Lance was beginning to make his mark, his +allowance had stopped, but this was not his business. +Lance was a very good sort, although he was clever +in ways that Dick was not and indeed rather despised. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span></p> +<p>“What shall we do next?” Dick asked when they +had lounged for a time in the smoking-room. +</p> +<p>Lance made a gesture of resignation as he stretched +himself in a big chair. He was dressed with quiet +taste, his face was handsome but rather colorless, and +his movements were languid. +</p> +<p>“You’re such an energetic beggar,” he complained. +“The only theater where they put on plays worth seeing +is closed just now, but there’s a new dancer at the +nearest hall and we might look in. I hope my churchwarden +patrons won’t disapprove if they hear of it, +because they talk about building an ornamental mission +room.” +</p> +<p>Dick laughed. +</p> +<p>“They wouldn’t find fault with you. Somehow, +nobody does.” +</p> +<p>“There’s some truth in that; the secret is that I +know when to stop. One can enjoy life without making +the pace too hot. People aren’t really censorious, +and even the narrow-minded sort allow you certain +limits; in fact, I imagine they rather admire you if +you can play with fire and not get singed. Women +do, anyhow; and, in a sense, their judgment’s logical. +The thing that doesn’t hurt you can’t be injurious, and +it shows moderation and self-control if you don’t pass +the danger line.” +</p> +<p>“How do you know when you have come to the +line?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” smiled Lance, “experience helps; but I +think it’s an instinct. Of course, if you do show signs +of damage, you’re done for, because then the people +who envied you throw the biggest stones.” +</p> +<p>“Let’s start,” said Dick. “I’m not much of a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span> +philosopher. Building bridges and digging saps is +good enough for me.” +</p> +<p>“They’re healthy occupations, so long as you don’t +get shot; but, considering everything, it’s strange that +they still monopolize your interest.” +</p> +<p>Dick colored. He knew what his cousin meant. +He had been attracted by a girl of whom his father +approved and who was well-bred, pretty, and rich. +Dick imagined that his father’s views were agreeable +to Helen’s relatives and that she was not ignorant +of this. Still, nothing had been actually arranged, +and although he admired Helen, it would be time +enough to think of marriage when he was a captain, +for instance. +</p> +<p>“Pontoons and excavations have their charm for +men with constructive tastes,” Lance went on; “but +you may find later that they don’t satisfy all your +needs.” +</p> +<p>“Get your hat!” Dick returned with a smile, jumping +up as he spoke. +</p> +<p>The music-hall was badly filled. The audience +seemed listless and the performance dragged. Even +the much-praised dancer was disappointing, and there +was an unusual number of shabby loungers in the bar. +Dick had come prepared to enjoy himself after a day +of arduous work, and by way of doing so, he ordered +a drink or two that he did not really want. As a +rule, he was abstemious, but the hall was very hot. +It struck him as glaring and tawdry after the quiet +dale where the water sparkled among the stones; and +the pallid loungers with their stamp of indulgence +differed unpleasantly from the hard, brown-faced men +he led. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span></p> +<p>“Let’s clear out,” he said at last. “Is there anywhere +else to go?” +</p> +<p>“My rooms,” Lance suggested. +</p> +<p>“Oh, I want something fresh to-night,” Dick replied +with a smile. +</p> +<p>Lance pondered. +</p> +<p>“Well, I can show you some keen card-play and +perhaps a clever game of billiards, besides a girl who’s +a great deal prettier than the dancer. But it’s four +miles out of town.” +</p> +<p>Dick glanced at his watch. +</p> +<p>“I can take you on the carrier,” he said. “I’ve +plenty of time yet.” +</p> +<p>They set off, and presently stopped at a tall iron +gate on the edge of a firwood. A glimmer of lights +indicated that a house stood at the end of the drive. +</p> +<p>“Kenwardine will be glad to receive you as a friend +of mine,” Lance said; “and you needn’t play unless +you like. He’s fond of company and generally has +a number of young men about the place.” +</p> +<p>“A private gambling club?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, no. You’re very far from the mark. Kenwardine +certainly likes a bet and sometimes runs a +bank, but all he wins wouldn’t do much to keep up a +place like this. However, you can see for yourself.” +</p> +<p>Dick was not a gambler and did not play many +games, but he wanted a little excitement, and he looked +forward to it as he followed his cousin up the drive. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='II_DICK_S_TROUBLES_BEGIN' id='II_DICK_S_TROUBLES_BEGIN'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h3>DICK’S TROUBLES BEGIN</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was with mixed feelings that Clare Kenwardine +got down from the stopping train at a quiet station +and waited for the trap to take her home. The +trap was not in sight, but this did not surprise her, +for nobody in her father’s household was punctual. +Clare sometimes wondered why the elderly groom-gardener, +whose wages were very irregularly paid, +stayed on, unless it was because his weakness for +liquor prevented his getting a better post; but the +servants liked her father, for he seldom found fault +with them. Kenwardine had a curious charm, which +his daughter felt as strongly as anybody else, though +she was beginning to see his failings and had, indeed, +been somewhat shocked when she came home to live +with him not long before. +</p> +<p>Now she knitted her level brows as she sat down +and looked up the straight, white road. It ran +through pastures, and yellow cornfields where harvesters +were at work, to a moor on which the ling glowed +red in the fading light. Near the station a dark firwood +stretched back among the fields and a row of +beeches rose in dense masses of foliage beside the +road. There was no sound except the soft splash of +a stream. Everything was peaceful; but Clare was +young, and tranquillity was not what she desired. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +She had, indeed, had too much of it in the sleepy +cathedral town she had left. +</p> +<p>Her difficulty was that she felt drawn in two different +ways; for she had inherited something of her +father’s recklessness and love of pleasure, though her +mother, who died when Clare was young, had been +a shy Puritan. Clare was kept at school much longer +than usual; and when she insisted on coming home +she found herself puzzled by her father’s way of living. +Young men, and particularly army officers, frequented +the house; stylish women came down from +town, often without their husbands; and there was +generally some exciting amusement going on. This +had its attraction for Clare; but her delicate refinement +was sometimes offended, and once she was even +alarmed. One of the young men had shown his admiration +for her in a way that jarred, and soon afterward +there had been a brawl over a game of cards. +</p> +<p>Kenwardine had then suggested that she make a +long visit to her aunts, in the cathedral town. They +had received her gladly but she soon found her stay +there irksome. The aunts were austere, religious +women, who moved in a narrow groove and ordered +all their doings by a worn-out social code. Still, they +were kind and gave Clare to understand that she was +to stay with them always and have no more to do with +Kenwardine than duty demanded. The girl rebelled. +She shrank with innate dislike from license and dissipation, +but the life her aunts led was dreary, and she +could not give up her father. Though inexperienced, +she was intelligent and she saw that her path would not +be altogether smooth now that she was going home for +good. While she thought about it, the trap arrived +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +and the shabby groom drove her up the hill with confused +apologies. +</p> +<p>An hour or two after Clare reached home, Lance +and Dick Brandon entered the house and were met +by Kenwardine in the hall. He wore a velvet jacket +over his evening clothes and Dick noticed a wine-stain +on the breast. He was thin, but his figure was athletic, +although his hair was turning gray and there +were wrinkles about his eyes. +</p> +<p>“Very glad to see your cousin,” he said to Lance, +and turned to Dick with a smile. “Soldiers have a +particular claim on our hospitality, but my house is +open to anybody of cheerful frame of mind. One +must relax now and then in times like these.” +</p> +<p>“That’s why I brought Dick,” Lance replied. “He +believes in tension. But I wonder whether your notion +of relaxing is getting lax?” +</p> +<p>“There’s a difference, though it’s sometimes rather +fine,” Kenwardine answered with a twinkle. “But +come in and amuse yourselves as you like. If you +want a drink, you know where to find it.” +</p> +<p>They played a game of billiards and then went into +another room, where Dick lost a sovereign to Kenwardine. +After that, he sat in a corner, smoking and +languidly looking about, for he had been hard at work +since early morning. Two or three subaltern officers +from a neighboring camp stood by the table, besides +several other men whose sunburned faces indicated a +country life. The carpets and furniture were getting +shabby, but the room was large and handsome, with +well-molded cornices and paneled ceiling. The play +was not high and the men were quiet, but the room +was filled with cigar smoke and there was a smell of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +liquor. Dick did not object to drink and gambling +in moderation, though it was seldom that he indulged +in either. He found no satisfaction in that sort of +thing, and he now felt that some of Kenwardine’s +friends would do better to join the new armies than +to waste their time as they were doing. +</p> +<p>At last Kenwardine threw down the cards. +</p> +<p>“I think we have had enough for a time,” he said. +“Shall we go into the music-room, for a change?” +</p> +<p>Dick followed the others, and looked up with surprise +when Clare came in. Lance had spoken of a +pretty girl, but she was not the type Dick had expected. +She wore a very plain white dress, with touches of +blue that emphasized her delicate coloring. Her hair +was a warm yellow with deeper tones, her features +were regular and well-defined, and Dick liked the level +glance of her clear, blue eyes. He thought they +rested on him curiously for a moment. She had +Kenwardine’s slender, well-balanced figure, and her +movements were graceful, but Dick’s strongest impression +was that she was out of place. Though perfectly +at ease, she did not fit into her environment: +she had a freshness that did not harmonize with cigar +smoke and the smell of drink. +</p> +<p>Clare gave him a pleasant smile when he was presented, +and after speaking to one or two of the others +she went to the piano when Kenwardine asked her to +sing. Dick, who was sitting nearest the instrument, +stooped to take a bundle of music from a cabinet she +opened. +</p> +<p>“No,” she said; “you may put those down. I’m +afraid we have nothing quite so good, and perhaps +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +it’s silly, but I’ve fallen back on our own composers +since the fourth of August.” +</p> +<p>Dick spread out the music, to display the titles. +</p> +<p>“These fellows have been dead some time,” he +argued humorously. “They’d probably disown their +descendants if they’d survived until now. But here’s +a Frenchman’s work. They’re on our side, and his +stuff is pretty good, isn’t it?” +</p> +<p>Clare smiled. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she said, “it’s certainly good; but I’d rather +sing something English to-night.” +</p> +<p>She began a patriotic ballad Dick knew and liked. +He was not much of a musician, but his taste was +good. The song rang true; it was poetry and not +warlike jingle, but he had not heard it sung so well +before. Clare’s voice had been carefully trained and +she used it well, but he knew that she had grasped the +spirit of the song. One or two of the men who had +been sitting got up, two young subalterns stood very +stiff and straight, but Dick noted that Kenwardine did +not change his lounging attitude. He was smiling, +and Lance, glancing at him, looked amused. Dick +remembered this afterward, but he now felt that Lance +was not quite showing his usual good form. +</p> +<p>When the song was finished, Dick turned to Clare. +He wanted to begin talking to her before anybody +else came up. +</p> +<p>“It was very fine. I don’t understand the technique +of music, but one felt that you got the song +just right. And then, the way you brought out the +idea!” +</p> +<p>“That is what the mechanical part is for,” she answered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +with a smile and a touch of color. “As it +happens, I saw an infantry brigade on the march +to-day, and watched the long line of men go by in +the dust and sun. Perhaps that helps one to understand.” +</p> +<p>“Did you see them cross the bridge?” Dick asked +eagerly. +</p> +<p>“No,” she answered; and he felt absurdly disappointed. +He would have liked to think that his work +had helped her to sing. +</p> +<p>“Have you another like the first?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“I never sing more than once,” she smiled. Then +as Lance and another man came toward them, she +added, glancing at an open French window: “Besides, +the room is very hot. It would be cooler in the +garden.” +</p> +<p>Dick was not a man of affairs, but he was not a +fool. He knew that Clare Kenwardine was not the +girl to attempt his captivation merely because he had +shown himself susceptible. She wanted him to keep +the others off, and he thought he understood this as +he glanced at Lance’s companion. The fellow had a +coarse, red face and looked dissipated, and even Lance’s +well-bred air was somehow not so marked as usual. +Well, he was willing that she should make any use of +him that she liked. +</p> +<p>They passed the others, and after stopping to tell +Kenwardine that she was going out, Clare drew back +a curtain that covered part of the window. Dick +stepped across the ledge and, seeing that the stairs +below were iron and rather slippery, held out his hand +to Clare. The curtain swung back and cut off the +light, and when they were near the bottom the girl +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +tripped and clutched him. Her hand swept downward +from his shoulder across his chest and caught +the outside pocket of his coat, while he grasped her +waist to steady her. +</p> +<p>“Thank you,” she said. “I was clumsy, but the +steps are awkward and my shoes are smooth.” +</p> +<p>Dick was glad it was dark, for he felt confused. +The girl had rested upon him for a moment and it +had given him a thrill. +</p> +<p>They crossed the broad lawn. Half of it lay in +shadow, for a wood that rolled up a neighboring hillside +cut off the light of the low, half moon. The +air was still, it was too warm for dew, and there was +a smell of flowers—stocks, Dick thought, and he remembered +their pungent sweetness afterward when he +recalled that night. Clare kept in the moonlight, and +he noted the elusive glimmer of her white dress. She +wore no hat or wrap, and the pale illumination emphasized +the slenderness of her figure and lent her an +ethereal grace. +</p> +<p>They stopped at a bench beneath a copper-beech, +where the shadow of the leaves checkered with dark +blotches the girl’s white draperies and Dick’s uniform. +Some of the others had come out, for there +were voices in the gloom. +</p> +<p>“Perhaps you wonder why I brought you here,” +Clare said frankly. +</p> +<p>“No,” Dick answered. “If you had any reason, +I’m not curious. And I’d rather be outside.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” she said, “the light was rather glaring +and the room very hot.” She paused and added: +“Mr. Brandon’s your cousin?” +</p> +<p>“He is, and a very good sort. He brought me +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +to-night, but I felt that it was, perhaps, something of +an intrusion when you came in.” +</p> +<p>“You didn’t feel that before?” +</p> +<p>Dick knew that he was on dangerous ground. He +must not admit that he suspected Kenwardine’s motive +for receiving promiscuous guests. +</p> +<p>“Well, not to the same extent. You see, Lance +knows everybody and everybody likes him. I thought +I might be welcome for his sake.” +</p> +<p>“It’s plain that you are fond of your cousin. But +why did you imagine that I should think your visit +an intrusion?” +</p> +<p>Dick was glad he sat in the shadow, for his face +was getting hot. He could not hint that he had expected +to find a rather daring coquette—the kind of +girl, in fact, one would imagine a semi-professional +gambler’s daughter to be. It now seemed possible +that he had misjudged Kenwardine; and he had certainly +misjudged Clare. The girl’s surroundings were +powerless to smirch her: Dick was sure of that. +</p> +<p>“Oh, well,” he answered awkwardly, “although +Lance obviously knows your father pretty well, it +doesn’t follow that he’s a friend of yours.” +</p> +<p>“It does not,” she said in a curious tone. “But +do you know the man he was with?” +</p> +<p>“I never saw him before, and somehow I don’t +feel anxious to improve his acquaintance.” +</p> +<p>Clare laughed. +</p> +<p>“That’s a quick decision, isn’t it? Are you a judge +of character?” she asked. +</p> +<p>“I have been badly mistaken,” Dick admitted with +a smile. “Still, I know the people I’m going to like. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span> +How is it I haven’t seen you about? We’re not very +far off and most of the people in the neighborhood +have driven over to our camp.” +</p> +<p>“I only came home to-night, after being away for +some time.” +</p> +<p>Dick was relieved to learn this. He did not like +to think of her living at Kenwardine’s house and meeting +his friends. It was scarcely half an hour since +he met Clare Kenwardine, but she had, quite unconsciously +he thought, strongly impressed him. In fact, +he felt rather guilty about it. Since he was, in a manner, +expected to marry some one else, he had no business +to enjoy yielding to this stranger’s charm and to +thrill at her touch. +</p> +<p>They sat in silence for a few moments, and then +Lance strolled up with his companion. +</p> +<p>“Don’t forget the time, Dick,” he remarked as he +passed. “You mustn’t let him keep you too long, +Miss Kenwardine. He has an important errand to +do for his colonel.” +</p> +<p>“If you don’t mind, I won’t go just yet,” Dick +said to Clare; and understood from her silence that +she did not want to dismiss him. +</p> +<p>For the first time since they were boys, he was +angry with his cousin. It looked as if Lance had +meant to take him away when Miss Kenwardine +needed him. He was flattered to think she preferred +his society to the red-faced man’s, and had used him +to keep the other at a distance. Well, he would stay +to the last minute and protect her from the fellow, +or from anybody else. +</p> +<p>A little later Kenwardine joined them, and Dick +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +knew that he must go. Clare gave him her hand with +a quick, grateful look that made his heart beat, and +Lance met him as he went into the house. +</p> +<p>“You’re cutting it very fine,” he said. “Come +along; here’s your cap.” +</p> +<p>“In a moment! There’s an infantry man I asked +over to our camp.” +</p> +<p>“You haven’t time to look for him,” Lance answered, +and good-humoredly pushed Dick into the +hall. “Get off at once! A fellow I know will give +me a lift home.” +</p> +<p>Dick ran down the drive and a few moments later +his motorcycle was humming up the road. He sped +through a dark firwood, where the cool air was filled +with resinous scent, and out across a hillside down +which the stocked sheaves stood in silvery rows, but +he noticed nothing except that the white strip of road +was clear in front. His thoughts were back in the +garden with Clare Kenwardine, and he could smell +the clogging sweetness of the stocks. This was folly, +and he changed the gear on moderate hills and altered +the control when the engine did not need it, to occupy +his mind; but the picture of the girl he carried away +with him would not be banished. +</p> +<p>For all that, he reached Storeton Grange in time +and, running up the drive, saw lights in the windows +and a car waiting at the door. Getting down and +stating his business, he was shown into a room where +a stern-faced man in uniform sat talking to another +in evening clothes. +</p> +<p>“I understand you come from Captain Hallam,” +said the Colonel. +</p> +<p>“Yes, sir. He sent me with some papers.” +</p> +<p>“You know what they are?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span></p> +<p>“Plans of pontoons, sir.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said the Colonel, taking out a fountain +pen. “Let me have them.” +</p> +<p>Dick put his hand into his breastpocket, which was +on the outside of his coat. The pocket was unbuttoned, +and the big envelope had gone. He hurriedly +felt the other pockets, but they too were empty, and his +face got red. +</p> +<p>The Colonel looked hard at him, and then made a +sign to the other man, who quietly went out. +</p> +<p>“You haven’t got the plans! Did you leave them +behind?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir,” Dick said awkwardly. “I felt to see +if they were in my pocket when I left the camp.” +</p> +<p>The Colonel’s face hardened. +</p> +<p>“Did you come straight here?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir. I had an hour or two’s leave.” +</p> +<p>“And spent it with your friends? Had you anything +to drink?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.” +</p> +<p>“As much as, or more than, usual?” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps a little more,” Dick said in confusion. +</p> +<p>The Colonel studied him with searching eyes; and +then took some paper from a case on the table and +began to write. He put the note in an envelope and +gave it to Dick. +</p> +<p>“It’s your Commanding Officer’s business to investigate +the matter and you’ll take him this. Report +yourself to him or to the Adjutant when you reach +camp. I’ll telegraph to see if you have done so.” +</p> +<p>He raised his hand in sign of dismissal and Dick +went out, crushed with shame, and feeling that he was +already under arrest. If he were not in camp when +the telegram came, he would be treated as a deserter. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='III_THE_PUNISHMENT' id='III_THE_PUNISHMENT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h3>THE PUNISHMENT</h3> +</div> + +<p>On reaching camp and reporting himself, Dick was +sent to his tent, where he slept until he was +aroused by the bustle at reveille. He had not expected +to sleep; but he was young and physically tired, +and the shock of trouble had, as sometimes happens, a +numbing effect. He awoke refreshed and composed, +though his heart was heavy as he dressed, because he +feared it was the last time that he would wear his +country’s uniform. The suspense was trying as he +waited until the morning parade was over; then he +was summoned to a tent where the Colonel and the +Adjutant sat. +</p> +<p>“I have a telegram asking if you have arrived,” the +Colonel said in a curious, dry tone. “You must understand +that you have laid yourself open to grave +suspicion.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” Dick answered, wondering whether the +Colonel meant that it might have been better if he had +run away. +</p> +<p>“Very well. You admitted having received the +plans. What did you do with them?” +</p> +<p>“Buttoned them into the left pocket of my coat. +When I got to Storeton, the envelope was gone.” +</p> +<p>“How do you account for that?” +</p> +<p>“I can’t account for it, sir.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span></p> +<p>The Colonel was silent for a few moments, and then +he looked fixedly at Dick. +</p> +<p>“Your statements were very unsatisfactory last +night, and now that you have had time to think over the +matter, I advise you to be frank. It’s plain that you +have been guilty of gross negligence, but that is not +the worst. The drawings are of no direct use to the +enemy, but if they fell into their hands they might +supply a valuable hint of the use to which we mean +to put the pontoons. You see what this implies?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know how we mean to use them, sir, +and I don’t want to hide anything.” +</p> +<p>“That’s a wise resolve,” the Colonel answered +meaningly; and Dick colored. After all, there was +something he meant to hide. +</p> +<p>“You took the plans with you when you left the +camp, three or four hours before you were due at +Storeton,” said the Adjutant. “Where did you go?” +</p> +<p>“To my cousin’s rooms in the town.” +</p> +<p>“Mr. Lance Brandon’s,” said the Adjutant thoughtfully. +“Did you stay there?” +</p> +<p>“No; we dined at The George.” +</p> +<p>“A well-conducted house,” the Adjutant remarked. +“You took some wine at dinner?” +</p> +<p>“Two glasses of light claret.” +</p> +<p>“Then where did you go next?” +</p> +<p>“To the new music-hall.” +</p> +<p>“And ordered drinks in the bar! Who suggested +this?” +</p> +<p>“I can’t remember,” Dick replied with an angry +flush. “Of course, I see where you’re leading, but +I was quite sober when I left the hall.” +</p> +<p>The Adjutant’s expression puzzled him. He had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +felt that the man was not unfriendly, and now he +looked disappointed. +</p> +<p>“I’m not sure your statement makes things better,” +the Colonel observed with some dryness. “Did you +go straight to Storeton from the hall?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir. I spent an hour at a friend’s house.” +</p> +<p>“Whose house was it?” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered for a few moments, and then looked +up resolutely. +</p> +<p>“I must decline to answer, sir. I’ve lost the plans +and must take the consequences; but I don’t see why +my private friends, who have nothing to do with it, +should be involved in the trouble.” +</p> +<p>The Adjutant leaned forward across the table and +said something quietly to the Colonel, and neither of +them spoke for the next minute or two. Dick was +sensible of physical as well as mental strain as he +stood stiffly in the middle of the tent. His knees felt +weak, little quivers ran through his limbs, and a ray +of hot sunshine struck through the hooked-back flap +into his face, but he dared not relax his rigid pose. +</p> +<p>The two officers looked puzzled but grave. +</p> +<p>“Go back to your tent and stay there until I send +for you,” the Colonel said at last. +</p> +<p>Dick saluted and went out, and when he sat down +on his camp-bed he moodily lighted a cigarette and +tried to think. His military career was ended and +he was ruined; but this was not what occupied him +most. He was wondering whether Clare Kenwardine +had taken the plans. If so, it was his duty to accuse +her; but, actuated by some mysterious impulse, he had +refused. +</p> +<p>The longer he thought about it, the clearer her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span> +guilt became. He was a stranger and yet she had +suggested a stroll through the garden and had slipped +and clutched him as they went down the steps. Her +hand had rested on the pocket in which the envelope +was. She was the daughter of a man who kept a +private gaming house; it was not surprising that she +was an adventuress and had deceived him by her +clever acting. For all that, he could not condemn her; +there was a shadow of doubt; and even if she were +guilty, she had yielded to some strong pressure from +her father. His feelings, however, were puzzling. +He had spent less than an hour in her society and she +had ruined him, but he knew that he would remember +her as long as he lived. +</p> +<p>Dick’s common sense led him to smile bitterly. He +was behaving like a sentimental fool. On the whole, +it was a relief when the Adjutant came in. +</p> +<p>“You must have known what the Colonel’s decision +would be,” he said with a hint of regret. “You’re +to be court-martialed. If you take my advice, you’ll +keep nothing back.” +</p> +<hr class='tb' /> + +<p>The court-martial was over and Dick could not +question the justice of its sentence—he was dismissed +from the army. Indeed, it was better than he had expected. +Somewhat to his surprise, the Adjutant +afterward saw him alone. +</p> +<p>“I’m thankful our official duty’s done,” he said. +“Of course, I’m taking an irregular line, and if you +prefer not to talk—” +</p> +<p>“You made me feel that you wanted to be my +friend,” Dick replied awkwardly. +</p> +<p>“Then I may, perhaps, remark that you made a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +bad defense. In the army, it’s better to tell a plausible +tale and stick to it; we like an obvious explanation. +Now if you had admitted being slightly drunk.” +</p> +<p>“But I was sober!” +</p> +<p>The Adjutant smiled impatiently. +</p> +<p>“So much the worse for you! If you had been +drunk, you’d have been turned out all the same, but +the reason would have been, so to speak, satisfactory. +Now you’re tainted by a worse suspicion. Personally, +I don’t think the lost plans have any value, but if they +had, it might have gone very hard with you.” He +paused and gave Dick a friendly glance. “Well, in +parting, I’ll give you a bit of advice. Stick to engineering, +which you have a talent for.” +</p> +<p>He went out and not long afterward Dick left the +camp in civilian’s clothes, but stopped his motorcycle +on the hill and stood looking back with a pain at his +heart. He saw the rows of tents stretched across the +smooth pasture, the flag he had been proud to serve +languidly flapping on the gentle breeze, and the water +sparkling about the bridge. Along the riverside, bare-armed +men in shirts and trousers were throwing up +banks of soil with shovels that flashed in the strong +light. He could see their cheerful brown faces and +a smart young subaltern taking out a measuring line. +Dick liked the boy, who now no doubt would pass him +without a look, and he envied him with the keenest +envy he had ever felt. He had loved his profession; +and he was turned out of it in disgrace. +</p> +<p>It was evening when he stood in the spacious library +at home, glad that the light was fading, as he confronted +his father, who sat with grim face in a big +leather chair. Dick had no brothers and sisters, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +his mother had died long before. He had not lived +much at home, and had been on good, more than affectionate, +terms with his father. Indeed, their relations +were marked by mutual indulgence, for Dick +had no interest outside his profession, while Mr. +Brandon occupied himself with politics and enjoyed +his prominent place in local society. He was conventional +and his manners were formal and dignified, but +Dick thought him very much like Lance, although he +had not Lance’s genial humor. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said when Dick had finished, “you have +made a very bad mess of things and it is, of course, +impossible that you should remain here. In fact, you +have rendered it difficult for me to meet my neighbors +and take my usual part in public affairs.” +</p> +<p>This was the line Dick had expected him to take. +It was his father’s pride he had wounded and not his +heart. He did not know what to say and, turning +his head, he looked moodily out of the open window. +The lawn outside was beautifully kept and the flower-borders +were a blaze of tastefully assorted colors, but +there was something artificial and conventional about +the garden that was as marked in the house. Somehow +Dick had never really thought of the place as +home. +</p> +<p>“I mean to go away,” he said awkwardly. +</p> +<p>“The puzzling thing is that you should deny having +drunk too much,” Brandon resumed. +</p> +<p>“But I hadn’t done so! You look at it as the +others did. Why should it make matters better if +I’d owned to being drunk?” +</p> +<p>“Drunkenness,” his father answered, “is now an +offense against good taste, but not long ago it was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span> +thought a rather gentlemanly vice, and a certain toleration +is still extended to the man who does wrong in +liquor. Perhaps this isn’t logical, but you must take +the world as you find it. I had expected you to learn +more in the army than you seem to have picked up. +Did you imagine that your promotion depended altogether +upon your planning trenches and gun-pits +well?” +</p> +<p>“That kind of thing is going to count in the new +armies,” Dick replied. “Being popular on guest-night +at the mess won’t help a man to hold his trench +or work his gun under heavy fire.” +</p> +<p>Brandon frowned. +</p> +<p>“You won’t have an opportunity for showing what +you can do. I don’t know where you got your utilitarian, +radical views; but we’ll keep to the point. +Where do you think of going?” +</p> +<p>“To New York, to begin with.” +</p> +<p>“Why not Montreal or Cape Town?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” Dick said awkwardly, “after what has +happened, I’d rather not live on British soil.” +</p> +<p>“Then why not try Hamburg?” +</p> +<p>Dick flushed. +</p> +<p>“You might have spared me that, sir! I lost the +plans; I didn’t sell them.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. This interview is naturally painful +to us both and we’ll cut it short, but I have something +to say. It will not be forgotten that you were +turned out of the army, and if you succeeded me, the +ugly story would be whispered when you took any +public post. I cannot have our name tainted and will +therefore leave the house and part of my property to +your cousin. Whether you inherit the rest or not will +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +depend upon yourself. In the meantime, I am prepared +to make you an allowance, on the understanding +that you stay abroad until you are sent for.” +</p> +<p>Dick faced his father, standing very straight, with +knitted brows. +</p> +<p>“Thank you, sir, but I will take nothing.” +</p> +<p>“May I ask why?” +</p> +<p>“If you’d looked at the thing differently and shown +a little kindness, it would have cut me to the quick,” +Dick said hoarsely. “I’m not a thief and a traitor, +though I’ve been a fool, and it hurts to know what +you think. I’m going away to-morrow and I’ll get +on, somehow, without your help. I don’t know that +I’ll come back if you do send for me.” +</p> +<p>“You don’t seem to understand your position, but +you may come to realize it before very long,” Brandon +replied. +</p> +<p>He got up and Dick left the library; but he did not +sleep that night. It had been hard to meet his father +and what he said had left a wound that would take +long to heal. Now he must say good-by to Helen. +This would need courage, but Dick meant to see her. +It was the girl’s right that she should hear his story, +and he would not steal away like a cur. He did not +think Helen was really fond of him, though he +imagined that she would have acquiesced in her relatives’ +plans for them both had things been different. +Now, of course, that was done with, but he must say +good-by and she might show some regret or sympathy. +He did not want her to suffer, but he did not +think she would feel the parting much; and she would +not treat him as his father had done. +</p> +<p>When he called the next morning at an old country +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span> +house, he was told that Miss Massie was in the +garden, and going there, he stopped abruptly at a gap +in a shrubbery. Beyond the opening there was a +stretch of smooth grass, checkered by moving shadow, +and at one side a row of gladioli glowed against the +paler bloom of yellow dahlias. Helen Massie held a +bunch of the tall crimson spikes, and Dick thought +as he watched her with a beating heart that she was +like the flowers. They were splendid in form and +color, but there was nothing soft or delicate in their +aggressive beauty. Helen’s hair was dark and her +color high, her black eyes were bright, and her yellow +dress showed a finely outlined form. Dick knew +that she was proud, resolute, and self-confident. +</p> +<p>Then she turned her head and saw him, and he knew +that she had heard of his disgrace, for her color deepened +and her glance was rather hard than sympathetic. +The hand that held the flowers dropped to her side, +but she waited until he came up. +</p> +<p>“I see you know, and it doesn’t matter who told +you,” he said. “I felt I had to come before I went +away.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she answered calmly, “I heard. You have +courage, Dick; but perhaps a note would have been +enough, and more considerate.” +</p> +<p>Dick wondered gloomily whether she meant that +he might have saved her pain by staying away, or that +he had involved her in his disgrace by coming, since +his visit would be talked about. He reflected bitterly +that the latter was more probable. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “we have been pretty good friends +and I’m leaving the country. I don’t suppose I shall +come back again.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span></p> +<p>“When do you go?” +</p> +<p>“Now,” said Dick. “I must catch the train at +noon.” +</p> +<p>Helen’s manner did not encourage any indulgence +in sentiment and he half resented this, although it +made things easier. He could not say he had come to +give her up, because there had been no formal engagement. +Still he had expected some sign of pity or +regret. +</p> +<p>“You don’t defend yourself,” she remarked thoughtfully. +“Couldn’t you have fought it out?” +</p> +<p>“There was nothing to fight for. I lost the papers +I was trusted with; one can’t get over that.” +</p> +<p>“But people may imagine you did something +worse.” She paused for a moment and added: +“Don’t you care what I might think?” +</p> +<p>Dick looked at her steadily. “You ought to know. +Do you believe it’s possible I stole and meant to sell +the plans?” +</p> +<p>“No,” she said with a touch of color. “But I +would have liked you, for your friends’ sake, to try to +clear yourself. If you had lost the papers, they would +have been found and sent back; as they were not, it +looks as if you had been robbed.” +</p> +<p>That she could reason this out calmly struck Dick +as curious, although he had long known that Helen +was ruled by her brain and not her heart. +</p> +<p>“I’ve been careless and there’s nothing to be done +but take my punishment.” +</p> +<p>She gave him a keen glance. “Are you hiding +something, Dick? It’s your duty to tell all that you +suspect.” +</p> +<p>Dick winced. Helen was right; it was his duty, but +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span> +he was not going to carry it out. He began to see +what this meant, but his resolution did not falter. +</p> +<p>“If I knew I’d been robbed, it would be different, +but I don’t, and if I blamed people who were found to +be innocent, I’d only make matters worse for myself.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose that’s true,” she agreed coldly. “However, +you have made your choice and it’s too late now. +Where are you going, Dick?” +</p> +<p>“To New York by the first boat from Liverpool.” +</p> +<p>He waited, watching her and wondering whether +she would ask him to stop, but she said quietly: +“Well, I shall, no doubt, hear how you get on.” +</p> +<p>“It’s unlikely,” he answered in a hard voice. “I’ve +lost my friends with my character. The best thing I +can do is to leave them alone.” +</p> +<p>Then he looked at his watch, and she gave him her +hand. “For all that, I wish you good luck, Dick.” +</p> +<p>She let him go, and as he went back to the gate he +reflected that Helen had taken the proper and tactful +line by dismissing him as if he were nothing more than +an acquaintance. He could be nothing more now, and +to yield to sentiment would have been painful and +foolish; but it hurt him that she had realized this. +</p> +<p>When he wheeled his bicycle away from the gate he +saw a boy who helped his father’s gardener running +along the road, and waited until he came up, hot and +panting. The boy held out a small envelope. +</p> +<p>“It came after you left, Mr. Dick,” he gasped. +</p> +<p>“Then you have been very quick.” +</p> +<p>The lad smiled, for Dick was a favorite with his +father’s servants. +</p> +<p>“I thought you’d like to have the note,” he answered, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span> +and added awkwardly: “Besides, I didn’t see +you when you went.” +</p> +<p>It was the first hint of kindness Dick had received +since his disgrace and he took the lad’s hand before +he gave him half a crown, though he knew that he must +practise stern economy. +</p> +<p>“Thank you and good-by, Jim. You must have +taken some trouble to catch me,” he said. +</p> +<p>Then he opened the envelope and his look softened. +</p> +<p>“I heard of your misfortune and am very sorry, +but something tells me that you are not to blame,” the +note ran, and was signed “Clare Kenwardine.” +</p> +<p>For a moment or two Dick was sensible of keen +relief and satisfaction; and then his mood changed. +This was the girl who had robbed and ruined him; she +must think him a fool! Tearing up the note, he +mounted his bicycle and rode off to the station in a +very bitter frame of mind. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IV_ADVERSITY' id='IV_ADVERSITY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h3>ADVERSITY</h3> +</div> + +<p>When he had sold his motorcycle at Liverpool, +Dick found it would be prudent to take +a third-class passage, but regretted this as soon as the +liner left the St. George’s channel. The food, though +badly served, was good of its kind, and his berth was +comfortable enough for a man who had lived under +canvas, but when the hatches were closed on account +of bad weather the foul air of the steerage sickened +him and the habits of his companions left much to be +desired. It was difficult to take refuge in the open +air, because the steerage deck was swept by bitter spray +and often flooded as the big ship lurched across the +Atlantic against a western gale. +</p> +<p>A spray-cloud veiled her forward when the bows +plunged into a comber’s hollow side, and then as they +swung up until her forefoot was clear, foam and green +water poured aft in cataracts. Sometimes much of +her hull before the bridge sank into the crest of a half-mile +sea and lower decks and alleyways looked like +rivers. The gale held all the way across, and Dick +felt jaded and gloomy when they steamed into New +York, a day late. He had some trouble with the immigration +officers, who asked awkward questions about +his occupation and his reason for giving it up, but he +satisfied them at length and was allowed to land. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span></p> +<p>The first few days he spent in New York helped +him to realize the change in his fortunes and the difficulties +he must face. Until the night he lost the plans, +he had scarcely known a care; life had been made easy, +and his future had looked safe. He had seldom denied +himself anything; he had started well on a career +he liked, and all his thoughts were centered on fitting +himself for it. Extravagance was not a failing of his, +but he had always had more money than would satisfy +his somewhat simple needs. Now, however, there was +an alarming difference. +</p> +<p>To begin with, it was obvious that he could only +stay for a very limited time at the cheap hotel he went +to, and his efforts to find employment brought him +sharp rebuffs. Business men who needed assistance +asked him curt questions about his training and experience, +and when he could not answer satisfactorily +promptly got rid of him. Then he tried manual labor +and found employment almost as hard to get. The +few dollars he earned at casual jobs did not pay his +board at the hotel where he lived in squalid discomfort, +but matters got worse when he was forced to leave it +and take refuge in a big tenement house, overcrowded +with unsavory foreigners from eastern Europe. New +York was then sweltering under a heat wave, and he +came home, tired by heavy toil or sickened by disappointment, +to pass nights of torment in a stifling, foul-smelling +room. +</p> +<p>He bore it for some weeks and then, when his small +stock of money was melting fast, set off to try his +fortune in the manufacturing towns of Pennsylvania +and Ohio. Here he found work was to be had, but +the best paid kind was barred to untrained men by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +Trade-union rules, and the rest was done by Poles and +Ruthenians, who led a squalid semi-communistic life in +surroundings that revolted him. Still, he could not +be fastidious and took such work as he could get, until +one rainy evening when he walked home dejectedly +after several days of enforced idleness. A labor +agent’s window caught his eye and he stopped amidst +the crowd that jostled him on the wet sidewalk to read +the notices displayed. +</p> +<p>One ticket stated that white men, and particularly +live mechanics, were wanted for a job down South, +but Dick hesitated for a few minutes, fingering a +dollar in his pocket. Carefully spent, it would buy +him his supper and leave something towards his meals +next day, and he had been walking about since morning +without food. If he went without his supper, +the agent, in exchange for the dollar, would give him +the address of the man who wanted help, but Dick +knew from experience that it did not follow that he +would be engaged. Still, one must risk something +and the situation was getting desperate. He entered +the office and a clerk handed him a card. +</p> +<p>“It’s right across the town, but you’d better get +there quick,” he said. “The job’s a snap and I’ve +sent a lot of men along.” +</p> +<p>Dick boarded a street-car that took him part of +the way, but he had to walk the rest, and was tired +and wet when he reached an office in a side street. +A smart clerk took the card and gave him a critical +glance. +</p> +<p>“It looks as if we were going to be full up, but +I’ll put down your name and you can come back in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +the morning,” he remarked. “What do you call yourself?” +</p> +<p>“A civil engineer,” said Dick. “But where is the +job and what’s the pay?” +</p> +<p>“I guess Central America is near enough; mighty +fine country, where rum’s good and cheap. Pay’ll +pan out about two-fifty, or perhaps three dollars if +you’re extra smart.” +</p> +<p>“You can get as much here,” Dick objected, thinking +it unwise to seem eager. +</p> +<p>“Then why don’t you get it?” the clerk inquired. +“Anyhow, you won’t be charged for board and all +you’ll have to do is to drive breeds and niggers. It’s +a soft thing, sure, but you can light out now and come +back if you feel it’s good enough for you to take your +chance.” +</p> +<p>Dick went away, and had reached the landing when +a man who wore loose, gray clothes and a big, soft +hat, met him. +</p> +<p>“What do you want?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“I’ve been applying for the job in the South.” +</p> +<p>The other gave him a searching glance and Dick +thought he noted his anxious look and wet and shabby +clothes. +</p> +<p>“What can you do?” he resumed. +</p> +<p>“To begin with, I can measure cubic quantities, +plan out excavating work, and use the level. If this +kind of thing’s not wanted, I can handle a spade.” +</p> +<p>“Where have you done your digging?” +</p> +<p>“In this city. Laying sewers for a contractor, who, +the boys said, had to squeeze us to make good the graft +he put up to get the job.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span></p> +<p>The other nodded. “That’s so; I know the man. +You can use a spade all right if you satisfied him. +But the sewer’s not finished yet; why did you quit?” +</p> +<p>“The foreman fired three or four of us to make +room for friends that a saloon-keeper who commands +some votes sent along.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said the other, smiling, “you seem to understand +how our city bosses fix these things. But +my job will mean pretty tough work. Are you sure +you want it?” +</p> +<p>“I can’t find another,” Dick answered frankly. +</p> +<p>“Very well, I’ll put you on. Look round to-morrow +and get your orders. I’ve a notion that you’re +up against it; here’s a dollar on account.” +</p> +<p>Dick took the money. He rather liked the man, +whose abruptness was disarmed by his twinkling smile. +For the first time, with one exception, during his search +for employment, he had been treated as a human being +instead of an instrument for doing a certain +amount of work. +</p> +<p>It was raining hard when he reached the street, and +supper would be over before he arrived at his cheap +hotel, where one must eat at fixed times or wait for +the next meal. There was, however, a small restaurant +with an Italian name outside a few blocks further +on, and going in he was served with well-cooked food +and afterwards sat in a corner smoking and thinking +hard. He now felt more cheerful; but the future was +dark and he realized the difficulties in his path. +</p> +<p>American industry was highly organized. The man +who hoped for advancement must specialize and +make himself master of some particular branch. +Dick had specialized in England, and thought he knew +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span> +his subject, but could not use his knowledge. The +Americans to whom he tried to sell it would have +none of him, and Dick owned that he could not blame +them; since it was natural to suppose that the man +who was unfaithful to his country would not be loyal +to his employer. When he looked for other openings, +he found capital and labor arrayed in hostile +camps. There was mechanical work he was able to +do, but this was not allowed, because the organized +workers, who had fought stubbornly for a certain +standard of comfort, refused to let untrained outsiders +share the benefits they had won. +</p> +<p>Business was left; but it needed money, and if he +tried to enter it as a clerk, he must first obtain smart +clothes and find somebody to certify his ability and +character, which was impossible. It looked as if he +must be content with manual labor. The wages it +commanded were not low and he was physically strong, +but he shrank from the lives the lower ranks of toilers +led when their work was done. The crowded bunk-house +and squalid tenement revolted him. Still, he +was young and optimistic; his luck might change when +he went South and chance give him an opportunity +of breaking through the barriers that shut him in. He +sat in the corner, pondering, until it got late and the +tired Italian politely turned him out. +</p> +<p>Next morning he joined a group of waiting men at +the railroad station. They had a dejected look as they +sat upon their bundles outside the agent’s office, except +for three or four who were cheerfully drunk. +Their clothes were shabby and of different kinds, for +some wore cheap store-suits and some work-stained +overalls. It was obvious that adversity had brought +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span> +them together, and Dick did not think they would +make amiable companions. About half appeared to be +Americans, but he could not determine the nationality +of the rest, who grumbled in uncouth English with +different accents. +</p> +<p>By and by the clerk whom Dick had met came out +of the office with a bundle of tickets, which he distributed, +and soon afterwards the train rolled into +the depot. Dick was not pleased to find that a car +had been reserved for the party, since he would sooner +have traveled with the ordinary passengers. Indeed, +when a dispute began as the train moved slowly +through the wet street, he left the car. In passing +through the next, he met the conductor, who asked +for his ticket, and after tearing off a section of the +long paper, gave him a card, which he gruffly ordered +him to stick in his hat. Then he put his hand on +Dick’s shoulder, and pushed him back through the vestibule. +</p> +<p>“That’s your car behind and you’ll stop right there,” +he said. “Next time you come out we’ll put you off +the train.” +</p> +<p>Dick resigned himself, but stopped on the front +platform and looked back as the train jolted across +a rattling bridge. A wide, yellow river ran beneath +it, and the tall factories and rows of dingy houses +were fading in the rain and smoke on the other side. +Dick watched them until they grew indistinct, and +then his heart felt lighter. He had endured much +in the grimy town; but all that was over. After +confronting, with instinctive shrinking, industry’s +grimmest aspect, he was traveling toward the light +and glamour of the South. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span></p> +<p>Entering the smoking compartment, he found the +disturbance had subsided, and presently fell into talk +with a man on the opposite seat who asked for some +tobacco. He told Dick he was a locomotive fireman, +but had got into trouble, the nature of which he did +not disclose. Dick never learned much more about +his past than this, but their acquaintance ripened and +Kemp proved a useful friend. +</p> +<p>It was getting dark when they reached an Atlantic +port and were lined up on the terminal platform by +a man who read out a list of their names. He expressed +his opinion of them with sarcastic vigor when +it was discovered that three of the party had left +the train on the way; and then packed the rest into +waiting automobiles, which conveyed them to the +wharf as fast as the machines would go. +</p> +<p>“Guess you won’t quit this journey. The man who +jumps off will sure get hurt,” he remarked as they +started. +</p> +<p>In spite of his precautions, another of the gang was +missing when they alighted, and Kemp, the fireman, +grinned at Dick. +</p> +<p>“That fellow’s not so smart as he allows,” he said. +“He’d have gone in the last car, where he could see +in front, if he’d known his job.” +</p> +<p>They were hustled up a steamer’s gangway and taken +to the after end of the deck, where their conductor +turned his back on them for a few minutes while he +spoke to a mate. +</p> +<p>“Now’s your time,” said Kemp, “if you feel you +want to quit.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked about. The spar-deck, on which the +boats were stowed, covered the spot where he stood, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +and the passage beneath the stanchions was dark. +There was nobody at the top of the gangway under +the big cargo-lamp, and its illumination did not carry +far across the wharf. If he could reach the latter, +he would soon be lost in the gloom, and he was sensible +of a curious impulse that urged him to flight. It +almost amounted to panic, and he imagined that the +other men’s desertion must have daunted him. For +a few moments he struggled with the feeling and then +conquered it. +</p> +<p>“No,” he said firmly; “I’ll see the thing through.” +</p> +<p>Kemp nodded. “Well, I guess it’s too late now.” +</p> +<p>Two seamen, sent by the mate, went to the top +of the gangway, and the fellow who had brought the +party from the station stood on guard near. Dick +afterward realized that much depended on the choice +he swiftly made and wondered whether it was quite +by chance he did so. +</p> +<p>“You were pretty near going,” his companion resumed. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick, thoughtfully; “I believe I was. +As a matter of fact, I don’t know why I stopped.” +</p> +<p>The other smiled. “I’ve felt like that about risky +jobs I took. Sometimes I lit out, and sometimes I +didn’t, but found out afterward I was right either +way. If you feel you have to go, the best thing you +can do is to get a move on.” +</p> +<p>Dick agreed with this. He did not understand it, +but knew that while he had still had time to escape +down the gangway and felt strongly tempted to do so, +it was impressed upon him that he must remain. +</p> +<p>A few minutes later their conductor left them with +a sarcastic farewell, the ropes were cast off, and the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +steamer swung out from the wharf. When, with engines +throbbing steadily, she headed down the bay, +Dick went to his berth, and on getting up next morning +found the American coast had sunk to a low, gray +streak to starboard. A fresh southwest breeze was +blowing under a cloudy sky and the vessel, rolling +viciously, lurched across the white-topped combers of +the warm Gulf Stream. +</p> +<p>After breakfast, some of his companions gathered +into listless, grumbling groups, and some brought out +packs of greasy cards, but Dick sat by himself, wondering +with more buoyant feelings what lay before +him. He had known trouble and somehow weathered +it, and now he was bound to a country where the sun +was shining. It was pleasant to feel the soft air on +his face and the swing of the spray-veiled bows. After +all, good fortune might await him down South. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='V_THE_CONCRETE_TRUCK' id='V_THE_CONCRETE_TRUCK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h3>THE CONCRETE TRUCK</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was very hot in the deep hollow that pierced +the mountain range behind Santa Brigida on the +Caribbean Sea. The black peaks cut against a glaring +sky and the steep slopes of red soil and volcanic +cinders on one side of the ravine were dazzlingly +bright. The other was steeped in blue shadow that +scarcely seemed to temper the heat, and the dark-skinned +men who languidly packed the ballast among +the ties of a narrow-gage railroad that wound up +the hill panted as they swung their shovels. At its +lower end, the ravine opened on to a valley that got +greener as it ran down to the glittering sea, on the +edge of which feathery palms clustered round Santa +Brigida. +</p> +<p>The old city, dominated by its twin, cathedral towers, +shone ethereally white in the distance, with a +narrow fringe of flashing surf between it and the vivid +blue of the Caribbean. It was a thriving place, as +the black dots of steamers in the roadstead showed, +for of late years American enterprise had broken in +upon its lethargic calm. The population was, for the +most part, of Spanish stock that had been weakened +by infusions of Indian and negro blood, but there were +a number of Chinamen, and French Creoles. Besides +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +these, Americans, Britons, and European adventurers +had established themselves, and the town was a hotbed +of commercial and political intrigue. The newcomers +were frankly there for what they could get +and fought cunningly for trading and agricultural concessions. +The leading citizens of comparatively pure +Spanish strain despised the grasping foreigners in +their hearts, but as a rule took their money and helped +them in their plots. Moreover, they opened a handsome +casino and less reputable gambling houses with +the object of collecting further toll. +</p> +<p>Such wealth as the country enjoyed was largely +derived from the fertile soil, but the district about +Santa Brigida was less productive than the rest and +had been long neglected. There was rain enough all +round, but much of the moisture condensed on the opposite +side of the range and left the slopes behind the +town comparatively arid. To remedy this an irrigation +scheme was being carried out by American capitalists, +and the narrow-gage railroad formed part of +the undertaking. +</p> +<p>A man dressed in rather baggy, gray clothes and a +big, soft hat sat in the shadow of the rock. His thin +face had been recently browned by the sun, for the +paler color where his hat shaded it showed that he +was used to a northern climate. Though his pose was +relaxed and he had a cigar in his mouth, there was +a hint of energy about him and he was following the +curves of the railroad with keenly observant eyes. A +girl in white dress of fashionable cut sat near him, +holding a green-lined sunshade, for although they were +in the shadow the light was strong. The likeness between +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span> +them indicated they were father and daughter. +</p> +<p>“I expect you’re feeling it pretty hot,” Fuller remarked. +</p> +<p>“It is not oppressive and I rather like the brightness,” +the girl replied. “Besides, it’s cool enough +about the tent after the sun goes behind the range. +Of course, you are used to the climate.” +</p> +<p>“I was, but that was twenty-four years ago and +before you were born. Got my first lift with the ten +thousand dollars I made in the next state down this +coast, besides the ague and shivers that have never +quite left me. However, it’s pretty healthy up here, +and I guess it ought to suit Jake all right.” +</p> +<p>Ida Fuller looked thoughtful, and her pensive expression +added to the charm of her attractive face. +She had her father’s keen eyes, but they were, like her +hair, a soft dark-brown; and the molding of brows +and nose and mouth was rather firm than delicate. +While her features hinted at decision of character, +there was nothing aggressive in her look, which, indeed, +was marked by a gracious calm. Though she +was tall, her figure was slender. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she agreed, “if he would stay up here!” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “I’d have to fix him up with work +enough to keep him busy, and ask for a full-length report +once a week. That would show me what he was +doing and he’d have to stick right to his job to find +out what was going on.” +</p> +<p>“Unless he got somebody to tell him, or perhaps +write the report. Jake, you know, is smart.” +</p> +<p>“You’re fond of your brother, but I sometimes +think you’re a bit hard on him. I admit I was badly +riled when they turned him down from Yale, but it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span> +was a harmless fool-trick he played, and when he +owned up squarely I had to let it go.” +</p> +<p>“That’s Jake’s way. You can’t be angry with him. +Still, perhaps, it’s a dangerous gift. It might be better +for him if he got hurt now and then.” +</p> +<p>Fuller, who did not answer, watched her, as she +pondered. Her mother had died long ago, and Fuller, +who was largely occupied by his business, knew that +Jake might have got into worse trouble but for the +care Ida had exercised. He admitted that his daughter, +rather than himself, had brought up the lad, and +her influence had been wholly for good. By and by +she glanced at Santa Brigida. +</p> +<p>“It’s the casino and other attractions down there +I’m afraid of. If you had some older man you could +trust to look after Jake, one would feel more satisfied.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Fuller with a twinkle, “there’s nobody +I know who could fill the bill, and I’m not sure the +older men are much steadier than the rest.” +</p> +<p>He stopped as a puff of smoke rose at the lower +end of the ravine and moved up the hill. Then a flash +of twinkling metal broke out among the rocks, and +Ida saw that a small locomotive was climbing the steep +track. +</p> +<p>“She’s bringing up concrete blocks for the dam,” +Fuller resumed. “We use them large in the lower +courses, and I had the bogie car they’re loaded on +specially built for the job; but I’m afraid we’ll have +to put down some pieces of the line again. The +grade’s pretty stiff and the curves are sharp.” +</p> +<p>Ida was not bored by these details. She liked her +father to talk to her about his business, and her interest +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +was quickly roused. Fuller, who was proud of her +keen intelligence, told her much, and she knew the importance +of the irrigation scheme he had embarked +upon. Land in the arid belt could be obtained on +favorable terms and, Fuller thought, be made as productive +as that watered by the natural rainfall. It +was, however, mainly because he had talked about finding +her scapegrace brother employment on the work +that Ida had made him take her South. +</p> +<p>As she glanced at the track she noted that room for +it had been dug out of the hillside, which was seamed +by gullies that the rails twisted round. The loose soil, +consisting largely of volcanic cinders, appeared to offer +a very unsafe support. It had slipped away here +and there, leaving gaps between the ties, which were +unevenly laid and at the sharper bends overhung the +steep slope below. In the meantime, the small locomotive +came nearer, panting loudly and throwing up +showers of sparks, and Ida remarked how the rails +bent and then sprang up again as the truck, which carried +two ponderous blocks of stone, rolled over them. +The engine rocked, sparks flashed among the wheels +as their flanges bit the curves, and she wondered what +the driver felt or if he had got used to his rather dangerous +work. +</p> +<p>As a matter of fact, Dick Brandon, who drove the +engine, felt some nervous strain. He had applied for +the post at Kemp’s suggestion, after the latter had +given him a few lessons in locomotive work, and had +since been sorry that he had obtained it. Still he had +now a room to himself at the shed where the engine +was kept, and a half-breed fireman to help him with +the heavier part of his task. He preferred this to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span> +living in a hot bunk-house and carrying bags of cement +in the grinding mill, though he knew there was +a certain risk of his plunging down the ravine with his +engine. +</p> +<p>The boiler primed when he started and was not +steaming well. The pistons banged alarmingly as they +compressed the water that spurted from the drain-cocks, +and his progress was marked by violent jerks +that jarred the couplings of the bogie truck. Though +Dick only wore a greasy shirt and overall trousers, +he felt the oppressive heat, and his eyes ached with +the glare as he gazed up the climbing track. The dust +that rolled about the engine dimmed the glasses, the +footplate rattled, and it looked as if his fireman was +performing a clumsy dance. +</p> +<p>By and by he rather doubtfully opened the throttle +to its widest. If the boiler primed again, he might +knock out the cylinder-heads, but there was a steep +pitch in front that was difficult to climb. The short +locomotive rocked and hammered, the wheels skidded +and gripped again, and Dick took his hand from the +lever to dash the sweat from his eyes. +</p> +<p>They were going up, and he would be past the +worst if he could get his load round the curve ahead. +They were half way round when there was a clang +behind him and the engine seemed to leap forward. +Glancing over his shoulder as he shut off steam, Dick +saw the fireman gazing back, and a wide gap between +the concrete blocks and his load of coal. The couplings +had snapped as they strained round the bend and +the truck would run down the incline until it smashed +through the sheds that held the grinding and mixing +plant at the bottom. He saw that prompt action was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span> +needed, and reversing the machinery, gave the fireman +an order in uncouth Castilian. +</p> +<p>The fellow looked at him stupidly, as if his nerve +had failed, or he thought the order too risky to obey. +There was only one thing to be done, and since it must +be done at once, Dick must undertake it himself. +The engine was now running down the line after the +truck, which had not gathered much speed yet, and he +climbed across the coal and dropped upon the rear +buffer-frame. Balancing himself upon it, he waited +until the gap between him and the truck got narrower, +and then put his hand on top of the concrete and +swung himself across. He got his foot upon the side +of the car and made his way along, holding the top of +the block, while the dust rolled about him and he +thought he would be jolted off. Indeed, there was +only an inch-wide ledge of smooth iron to support his +foot, which slipped once or twice; but he reached the +brake-gear and screwed it down. Then, crawling +back, he hooked on the spare coupling and returned, +breathless and shaky, to his engine. A minute or two +later he brought it to a stop and had got down upon +the line when somebody called him. +</p> +<p>Looking round, he saw Fuller standing near, and +knew him as the man who had given him the dollar +in the American town. He had heard that his employer +had come out to see what progress was being +made, but had not yet encountered him. He did not +notice Ida, who was sitting in the shadow of the rock. +</p> +<p>“You were smart,” said Fuller. “There’d have +been an ugly smash if the blocks had got away down +the grade. But why didn’t you stick to the throttle +and send your fireman?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span></p> +<p>“I don’t think he understood what he ought to do, +and there was no time to explain.” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “So you did it yourself! But +why didn’t you push the car? You could have held +her up better then.” +</p> +<p>“I couldn’t get behind it. The loop-track down at +the switches has caved in.” +</p> +<p>“I see. But it’s a stiff grade and you didn’t seem +to be hustling your engine much.” +</p> +<p>“The boiler was priming and I was afraid of the +cylinders.” +</p> +<p>“Just so. You pumped up the water pretty high?” +</p> +<p>“No; it was at the usual working level,” said Dick, +who paused and resumed thoughtfully: “I can’t account +for the thing. Why does a boiler prime?” +</p> +<p>There are one or two obvious reasons for a boiler’s +priming; that is to say, throwing water as well as +steam into the engine, but this sometimes happens +when no cause can be assigned, and Fuller saw that +Dick did not expect an answer to his question. It +was rather an exclamation, prompted by his failure +to solve a fascinating problem, and as such indicated +that his interest in his task was not confined to the +earning of a living. Fuller recognized the mind of +the engineer. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he replied, “there’s a good deal we don’t +know yet about the action of fluids under pressure. +But do you find the grade awkward when she’s steaming +properly?” +</p> +<p>“I can get up. Still, I think it will soon cost you +as much in extra fuel as it would to relay this bit of +line. Two hundred cubic yards cut out at the bend +would make things much easier.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span></p> +<p>“Two hundred yards?” said Fuller, studying the +spot. +</p> +<p>“Two hundred and fifty at the outside,” Dick answered +confidently, and then felt embarrassed as he saw +Miss Fuller for the first time. His clothes were few +and dirty and he was awkwardly conscious that his +hands and face were black. But his employer claimed +his attention. +</p> +<p>“What would you reckon the weight of the stuff?” +</p> +<p>Dick told him after a short silence, and Fuller +asked: “Two-thousand-pound tons?” +</p> +<p>“Yes; I turned it into American weight.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Fuller, “you must get on with your +job now, but come up to my tent after supper.” +</p> +<p>Dick started his locomotive, and when it panted +away up the incline Fuller looked at his daughter with +a smile. +</p> +<p>“What do you think of that young man?” +</p> +<p>“He has a nice face. Of course he’s not the type +one would expect to find driving a locomotive.” +</p> +<p>“Pshaw!” said Fuller. “I’m not talking about his +looks.” +</p> +<p>“Nor am I, in the way you mean,” Ida rejoined. +“I thought he looked honest, though perhaps reliable +is nearest what I felt. Then he was very professional.” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “That’s what I like. The man +who puts his job before what he gets for it naturally +makes the best work. What do you think of his manner?” +</p> +<p>“It was good; confident, but not assertive, with +just the right note of deference,” Ida answered, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span> +then laughed. “It rather broke down after he saw +me.” +</p> +<p>“That’s not surprising, anyhow. I expect he’s +used to wearing different clothes and more of them +when he meets stylish young women. It doesn’t follow +that the young fellow isn’t human because he’s +professional. However, I want to see what the boys +are doing farther on.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VI_A_STEP_UP' id='VI_A_STEP_UP'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h3>A STEP UP</h3> +</div> + +<p>Dusk was falling when Dick went to keep his +appointment with his employer. Fireflies glimmered +in the brush beside the path, and the lights of +Santa Brigida flashed in a brilliant cluster on the edge +of the shadowy sea. High above, rugged peaks cut +black against the sky, and the land breeze that swept +their lower slopes brought with it instead of coolness +a warm, spicy smell. There was more foliage +when Dick reached the foot of a projecting spur, for +a dark belt of forest rolled down the hill; and by and +by he saw a big tent, that gleamed with a softened +radiance like a paper lantern, among a clump of palms. +It seemed to be well lighted inside, and Dick remembered +having heard orders for electric wires to be connected +with the power-house at the dam. +</p> +<p>Fuller obviously meant to give his daughter all the +civilized comfort possible, and Dick was glad he had +been able to find a clean duck suit, though he was not +sure he had succeeded in removing all the oily grime +from his face. Nothing could be done with his hands. +The knuckles were scarred, the nails broken, and the +black grease from the engine had worked into his +skin. Still, this did not matter much, because he had +gradually overcome his fastidiousness and it was not +likely that Miss Fuller would notice him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span></p> +<p>She was, however, sitting outside the tent, from +which an awning extended so as to convert its front +into a covered veranda, and Dick was half surprised +when she gave him a smile of recognition that warranted +his taking off his hat. Then Fuller, beckoning +him to come forward, switched on another lamp and +the light fell on a table covered with plans. Dick +stopped when he reached it and waited, not knowing +how his employer meant to receive him. +</p> +<p>“Sit down,” said Fuller, indicating a chair, and +then gave him one of the plans, some paper, and a +fountain pen. “Study that piece of digging and let +me know the weight of stuff to be moved, the number +of men you’d use, and what you think the job would +cost.” +</p> +<p>Dick set to work, and at once became absorbed. +Twenty minutes passed and he did not move or speak, +nor did he see the smile with which Ida answered +Fuller’s look. In another ten minutes he put down +the pen and gave Fuller his calculations. +</p> +<p>“I think that’s near it, sir. I’m reckoning on the +use of colored peons.” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “You haven’t left much margin +for what we call contingencies. But they’re going to +bring us some coffee. Will you take a cigar?” +</p> +<p>A Chinaman brought out a silver coffee-pot on a +tray, which he placed on a folding table in front of +Ida, and since it was two or three yards from the +other, Dick got up when she filled the cups. She gave +him two, which he carried back, but remained where +she was, within hearing but far enough away not to +obtrude her society upon the others. Dick, who +lighted his cigar, felt grateful to Fuller. It was some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span> +time since he had met people of any refinement on +friendly terms, and until he took up his quarters in +the locomotive shed had been living in squalor and +dirt. +</p> +<p>There was not much furniture outside the tent, but +the neat folding tables, comfortable canvas chairs, delicate +china, and silver coffee-pot gave the place a luxurious +look, and though Miss Fuller was, so to speak, +outside the circle, the presence of a well-dressed, attractive +girl had its charm. Indeed, Dick felt half +embarrassed by the pleasantness of his surroundings. +They were unusual and reminded him poignantly of +the privileges he had enjoyed in England. +</p> +<p>“Where did you learn to make these calculations?” +Fuller asked after a time. +</p> +<p>“In the British Army, Royal Engineers,” Dick answered +with a flush. +</p> +<p>“Were you an officer?” +</p> +<p>Dick had dreaded the question. It looked as if +truthfulness would cost him much; but he determined +that his new friends should know the worst. +</p> +<p>“Yes.” +</p> +<p>“Then why did you quit?” +</p> +<p>Dick glanced at Ida, and imagined that she was +interested, though she did not look up. +</p> +<p>“I was turned out, sir.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Fuller, without surprise. “May I ask +why? It’s not impertinent curiosity.” +</p> +<p>“I was sent with some important papers, which I +lost. This was bad enough, but there was some +ground for suspecting that I had stolen them.” +</p> +<p>“Do you know how they were lost?” +</p> +<p>Dick was grateful for the way the question was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +put, since it hinted that Fuller did not doubt his honesty. +</p> +<p>“No,” he said. “That is, I have a notion, but I’m +afraid I’ll never quite find out.” +</p> +<p>Fuller did not reply for a minute or two, and Dick, +whose face was rather hot, glanced back at Ida. Her +eyes were now fixed on him with quiet interest, and +something in her expression indicated approval. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Fuller, “I’m going to give you a +chance of making good, because if you had done anything +crooked, you wouldn’t have told me that tale. +You’ll quit driving the locomotive and superintend on +a section of the dam. I’m not satisfied with the fellow +who’s now in charge. He’s friendly with the +dago sub-contractors and I suspect I’m being robbed.” +</p> +<p>Dick’s eyes sparkled. His foot was on the ladder +that led to success; and he did not mean to stay at +the bottom. Moreover, it caused him an exhilarating +thrill to feel that he was trusted again. +</p> +<p>“I’ll do my best, sir,” he said gratefully. +</p> +<p>“Very well; you’ll begin to-morrow, and can use +the rooms behind the iron office shack. But there’s +something you have forgotten.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked at him with a puzzled air; and Fuller +laughed. +</p> +<p>“You haven’t asked what I’m going to pay you +yet.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick. “To tell the truth, it didn’t seem +to matter.” +</p> +<p>“Profession comes first?” Fuller suggested. +“Well, that’s right, but I’ve hired professional men, +engineering and medical experts, who charged pretty +high. Anyhow, here’s my offer—” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span></p> +<p>Dick was satisfied, as was Fuller. The latter was +often generous and would not have taken unfair advantage +of Dick’s necessity, but he did not object to +engaging a talented young man at something below +the market rate. +</p> +<p>“While I’m here you’ll come over twice a week to +report,” he resumed. “And now if there’s anything +you’d like to ask.” +</p> +<p>“First of all, I owe you a dollar,” Dick remarked, +putting the money on the table. “The pay-clerk +wouldn’t take it, because he said it would mix up his +accounts. I’m glad to pay you back, but this doesn’t +cancel the debt.” +</p> +<p>“It wasn’t a big risk. I thought you looked played +out.” +</p> +<p>“I was played out and hungry. In fact, it took me +five minutes to make up my mind whether I’d pay the +agent who gave me your address his fee, because it +meant going without a meal.” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “Did you hesitate again, after you +knew you’d got the job?” +</p> +<p>“I did. When we were hustled on board the +steamer, there was nobody at the gangway for a few +moments and I felt I wanted to run away. There +didn’t seem to be any reason for this, but I very nearly +went.” +</p> +<p>“That kind of thing’s not quite unusual,” Fuller +answered with a smile. “In my early days, when +every dollar was of consequence, I often had a bad +time after I’d made a risky deal. Used to think I’d +been a fool, and I’d be glad to pay a smart fine if the +other party would let me out. Yet if he’d made the +proposition, I wouldn’t have clinched with it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span></p> +<p>“Such vacillation doesn’t seem logical, in a man,” +Ida interposed. “Don’t you practical people rather +pride yourselves on being free from our complexities? +Still I suppose there is an explanation.” +</p> +<p>“I’m not a philosopher,” Fuller replied. “If you +have the constructive faculty, it’s your business to +make things and not examine your feelings; but my +explanation’s something like this—When you take a +big risk you have a kind of unconscious judgment +that tells you if you’re right, but human nature’s +weak, and scares you really don’t believe in begin +to grip. Then it depends on your nerve whether you +make good or not.” +</p> +<p>“Don’t they call it sub-conscious?” Ida asked. +“And how does that judgment come?” +</p> +<p>“I guess it’s built up on past experience, on things +you’ve learned long since and stored away. In a +sense, they’re done with, you don’t call them up +and argue from them; but all the same, they’re the +driving force when you set your teeth and go +ahead.” +</p> +<p>Ida looked at Dick. “That can’t apply to us, who +have no long experience to fall back upon.” +</p> +<p>“I’ve only made one venture of the kind, but I’ve +just discovered that it turned out right.” +</p> +<p>Fuller smiled. “That’s neat.” Then he turned +to Ida. “But I wasn’t talking about women. They +don’t need experience.” +</p> +<p>“Sometimes you’re merely smart, and sometimes +you’re rather deep, but I can’t decide which you are +just now,” Ida rejoined. “However, I expect you’re +longing to get back to the plans.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Fuller. “They have to be thought of, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +but life isn’t all a matter of building dams. Now I’m +getting old, I’ve found that out.” +</p> +<p>“And you? Have you any opinion on the subject?” +Ida asked Dick. +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated, wondering whether she meant to +put him at his ease or was amused by his seriousness. +</p> +<p>“I don’t imagine my views are worth much and +they’re not very clear. In a way, of course, it’s plain +that Mr. Fuller’s right—” +</p> +<p>“But after all, building dams and removing rocks +may very well come first?” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered this. So far, his profession had +certainly come first. He was not a prig or a recluse, +but he found engineering more interesting than people. +Now he came to think of it, he had been proud +of Helen’s beauty, but she had not stirred him much +or occupied all his thoughts. Indeed, he had only +once been overwhelmingly conscious of a woman’s +charm, and that was in Kenwardine’s garden. He +had lost his senses then, but did not mean to let anything +of the kind happen again. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said diffidently, “so long as you’re content +with your occupation, it doesn’t seem necessary +to make experiments and look for adventures. I expect +it saves you trouble to stick to what you like and +know.” +</p> +<p>He noted Ida’s smile, and was silent afterwards +while she argued with her father. He did not want +to obtrude himself, and since they seemed to expect +him to stay, it was pleasant enough to sit and listen. +</p> +<p>The air was getting cooler and the moon had risen +and cast a silver track across the sea. The distant +rumble of the surf came up the hillside in a faint, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span> +rhythmic beat, and the peaks above the camp had +grown in distinctness. A smell of spice drifted out +of the jungle, and Dick, who was tired, was sensible +of a delightful languor. The future had suddenly +grown bright and besides this, Ida’s gracious friendliness +had given him back his confidence and self-respect. +He was no longer an outcast; he had his chance +of making good and regaining the amenities of life +that he had learned to value by their loss. He was +very grateful to the girl and Fuller, but at length took +his leave and returned to the locomotive shed with a +light heart and a springy step. +</p> +<p>Next morning he began his new work with keen +energy. It absorbed him, and as the dam slowly rose +in a symmetrical curve of molded stone, its austere +beauty commanded his attention. Hitherto he had +given utility the leading place, but a change had begun +the night he sat beneath the copper-beech with Clare +Kenwardine. The design of the structure was good, +but Dick determined that the work should be better, +and sometimes stopped in the midst of his eager activity +to note the fine, sweeping lines and silvery-gray +luster of the concrete blocks. There were soft lights +at dawn and when the sun sank in which the long embankment +glimmered as if carved in mother-of-pearl. +</p> +<p>In the meantime, he went to Fuller’s tent twice a +week and generally met Ida there. Once or twice, he +pleaded with his employer for extra labor and cement +to add some grace of outline to the dam, and, although +this was unproductive expenditure, Fuller agreed. +</p> +<p>“I like a good job, but it’s going to cost high if +you mean to turn out a work of art,” he said. “However, +if Bethune thinks the notion all right, I suppose +I’ll have to consent.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span></p> +<p>Dick colored, and wondered whether he had been +given a hint, for Bethune was his superior and a man +of ability. +</p> +<p>“He doesn’t object, sir.” +</p> +<p>“That’s good,” Fuller replied with a twinkle. +“Still, if you hustle him too much, you’ll make him +tired.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not smile, because he did not know how +far it was wise to go, but he suspected that Bethune +had been tired before he came to the dam. The latter +was generally marked by an air of languid indifference, +and while his work was well done he seldom exceeded +his duty. +</p> +<p>Next evening Dick went to see Bethune and found +him lying in a hammock hung between the posts of +the veranda of his galvanized iron hut. A syphon +and a tall glass filled with wine in which a lump of ice +floated, stood on a table within his reach, and an open +book lay upside down upon the floor. He wore white +duck trousers, a green shirt of fine material, and a +red sash very neatly wound round his waist. His face +was sunburned, but the features were delicately cut +and his hands, which hung over the edge of the hammock, +were well cared for. +</p> +<p>“Mix yourself a drink,” he said to Dick. “There’s +a glass and some ice in the bureau inside. Anyhow +my steward boy put some there.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who went into the hut, came back with a grin. +“There’s a bit of wet blanket, but the ice has gone. +It seems to have run into your papers.” +</p> +<p>“They’ll dry,” Bethune said tranquilly. “You had +better put some of the <i>gaseosa</i> in the wine; it’s sour +Spanish <i>tinto</i>. Then if you like to pick up the book, +I’ll read you some François Villon. There was red +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span> +blood in that fellow and it’s a pity he’s dead. You get +into touch with him better beside the Spanish Main +than you can in New York.” +</p> +<p>“I never heard of him, and perhaps I ought to explain——” +</p> +<p>“What you came for? Then go ahead and ease +your mind. It’s business first with you.” +</p> +<p>“It occurred to me that I had perhaps taken too +much upon myself now and then. You are my chief, +of course, and I don’t want to look pushing.” +</p> +<p>“That shows good taste,” Bethune remarked. +“But how are you going to get over the difficulty that +you <i>are</i> what you call pushing? Anyhow, I’m surprised +it did occur to you.” +</p> +<p>“To tell the truth, it was something Fuller +said——” +</p> +<p>“So I imagined! Well, when you go too far I’ll +pull you up, but we needn’t bother about it in the +meantime. You were obviously born a hustler, but +you have an ingenuousness that disarms resentment. +In fact, you quite upset our views of the British character.” +</p> +<p>“Then the feeling’s mutual,” Dick rejoined with a +grin. “You don’t harmonize with what I’ve seen of +Americans.” +</p> +<p>“Ours is a big country and we’ve room for different +types; but I come from Georgia and we haven’t all +learned to hustle yet in the South. That’s probably +why I’m here, when I could have had a much better +paid job.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not doubt this, because he had seen something +of the other’s mathematical powers. He was +not a fool at figures himself, but Bethune could solve +by a flash of genius problems that cost him laborious +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span> +calculation. It was strange that such a man should +be content to make a very modest use of his talents. +</p> +<p>“I suppose you have met Miss Fuller,” Bethune +resumed. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick. “She made things pleasant for +me when I first went to the tent. I like her very +much.” +</p> +<p>“Miss Fuller has most of the New England virtues, +including a stern sense of her responsibility. I expect +you don’t know if she shares her father’s good +opinion of yourself.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know what Fuller’s opinion is,” Dick replied +awkwardly. +</p> +<p>Bethune laughed. “Well, he’s given you a good +job. But why I asked was this: if Miss Fuller’s +quite satisfied about you, she’ll probably put her maverick +brother in your charge. She came here not long +ago with the object of finding out if I was suited for +the post, and I imagined learned something about me +in a quiet way. It was a relief when she obviously decided +that I wasn’t the proper man. The girl has intelligence. +If she had asked me, I could have recommended +you.” +</p> +<p>“Do you know much about her brother?” +</p> +<p>“I’ve learned something. The lad’s a breakaway +from the sober Fuller type; and I think his views of +life rather agree with mine. However, perhaps we +had better let Miss Fuller tell you what she thinks fit. +And now would you like some François Villon?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick firmly. “I want to see that Moran +turns out his gang at sunrise and must get back.” +</p> +<p>“Pick me up the book, anyhow,” Bethune replied, +and laughed good-humoredly when Dick left him. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VII_DICK_UNDERTAKES_A_RESPONSIBILITY' id='VII_DICK_UNDERTAKES_A_RESPONSIBILITY'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h3>DICK UNDERTAKES A RESPONSIBILITY</h3> +</div> + +<p>The glare of the big arc-lights flooded the broad, +white plaza when Dick crossed it on his way +to the Hotel Magellan. The inhabitants of Santa +Brigida had finished their evening meal and, as was +their custom, were taking the air and listening to +the military band. They were of many shades of +color and different styles of dress, for dark-skinned +peons in plain white cotton, chattering negroes, and +grave, blue-clad Chinamen mingled with the citizens +who claimed to spring from European stock. These, +however, for the most part, were by no means white, +and though some derived their sallow skin from Andalusian +and Catalan ancestors, others showed traces +of Carib origin. +</p> +<p>The men were marked by Southern grace; the +younger women had a dark, languorous beauty, and +although their dress was, as a rule, an out of date +copy of Parisian modes, their color taste was good, +and the creamy white and soft yellow became them +well. A number of the men wore white duck, with +black or red sashes and Panama hats, but some had +Spanish cloaks and Mexican sombreros. +</p> +<p>Flat-topped houses, colored white and pink and +lemon, with almost unbroken fronts, ran round the +square. A few had green lattices and handsome iron +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +gates to the arched entrances that ran like a tunnel +through the house, but many showed no opening except +a narrow slit of barred window. Santa Brigida +was old, and the part near the plaza had been built +four hundred years ago. +</p> +<p>Dick glanced carelessly at the crowd as he crossed +the square. He liked the music, and there was something +interesting and exotic in the play of moving +color, but his mind was on his work and he wondered +whether he would find a man he wanted at the hotel. +One could enter it by a Moorish arch that harmonized +with the Eastern style of its front; but this had been +added, and he went in by the older tunnel and across +the patio to the open-fronted American bar that occupied +a space between the balcony pillars. +</p> +<p>He did not find his man, and after ordering some +wine, lighted a cigarette and looked about while he +waited to see if the fellow would come in. One or two +steamship officers occupied a table close by, a Frenchman +was talking excitedly to a handsome Spanish +half-breed, and a fat, red-faced German with spectacles +sat opposite a big glass of pale-colored beer. +Dick was not interested in these, but his glance grew +keener as it rested on a Spaniard, who had a contract +at the irrigation works, sitting with one of Fuller’s +storekeepers at the other end of the room. Though +there was no reason the Spaniard should not meet the +man in town, Dick wondered what they were talking +about, particularly since they had chosen a table away +from everybody else. +</p> +<p>The man he wanted did not come, and by and by +he determined to look for him in the hotel. He went +up an outside staircase from the patio, round which +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span> +the building ran, and had reached a balcony when he +met Ida Fuller coming down. She stopped with a +smile. +</p> +<p>“I am rather glad to see you,” she said. “My +father, who went on board the American boat, has +not come back as he promised, and the French lady +he left me with has gone.” +</p> +<p>“I’m going off to a cargo vessel to ask when they’ll +land our cement, and we might find out what is keeping +Mr. Fuller, if you don’t mind walking to the +mole.” +</p> +<p>They left the hotel and shortly afterwards reached +the mole, which sheltered the shallow harbor where +the cargo lighters were unloaded. The long, smooth +swell broke in flashes of green and gold phosphorescence +against the concrete wall, and the moon threw +a broad, glittering track across the sea. There was a +rattle of cranes and winches and a noisy tug was towing +a row of barges towards the land. The measured +thud of her engines broke through the splash of water +flung off the lighters’ bows as they lurched across the +swell, and somebody on board was singing a Spanish +song. Farther out, a mailboat’s gently swaying hull +blazed with electric light, and astern of her the reflection +of a tramp steamer’s cargo lamp quivered +upon the sea. By and by, Dick, who ascertained that +Fuller had not landed, hailed a steam launch, which +came panting towards some steps. +</p> +<p>“I can put you on board the American boat, and +bring you back if Mr. Fuller isn’t there,” he said, and +when Ida agreed, helped her into the launch. +</p> +<p>Then he took the helm while the fireman started +the engine, and the craft went noisily down the harbor. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span> +As they passed the end of the mole, Dick +changed his course, and the white town rose clear to +view in the moonlight behind the sparkling fringe of +surf. The flat-topped houses rose in tiers up a gentle +slope, interspersed with feathery tufts of green and +draped here and there with masses of creepers. Narrow +gaps of shadow opened between them, and the +slender square towers of the cathedral dominated all, +but in places a steep, red roof struck a picturesque but +foreign note. +</p> +<p>“Santa Brigida has a romantic look at night,” Dick +remarked. “Somehow it reminds me of pictures of +the East.” +</p> +<p>“That is not very strange,” Ida answered with a +smile. “The flat roof and straight, unbroken wall +is the oldest type of architecture. Man naturally +adopted it when he gave up the tent and began to +build.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick. “Two uprights and a beam +across! You couldn’t get anything much simpler. +But how did it come here?” +</p> +<p>“The Arabs found it in Palestine and took it to +Northern Africa as the Moslem conquest spread. The +cube, however, isn’t beautiful, and the Moors elaborated +it, as the Greeks had done, but in a different +way. The latter broke the square from the cornices +and pillars; the Moors with the Saracenic arch, minarets, +and fretted stone, and then forced their model +upon Spain. Still the primitive type survives longest +and the Spaniards brought that to the New World.” +</p> +<p>“No doubt, it’s the explanation. But the high, +red roofs yonder aren’t Moorish. The flat top would +suit the dry East, but these indicate a country where +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +they need a pitch that will shed the rain and snow. +In fact one would imagine that the original model +came from Germany.” +</p> +<p>“It really did. Spain was overrun by the Visigoths, +who were Teutons.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick, “this is interesting. I’m not +an architect, but construction’s my business, as well +as my hobby.” +</p> +<p>“Then don’t you think you are a fortunate man?” +</p> +<p>“In a sense, perhaps,” Dick answered. “Still, +that’s no reason you should be bored for my entertainment.” +He paused and resumed: “I’m grateful because +you mean to be kind, as you were the night I +met you first at the tent. Although you had heard +my story, I saw you wanted to make me feel I was +being given a fresh start.” +</p> +<p>Ida studied him with a thoughtful calm that he +found embarrassing. “Perhaps I did, but suppose +we talk about something else.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. If it’s not bad form, I wasn’t in the +least astonished by your lecture about the roofs, because +one finds your people have a breadth of knowledge +that’s remarkable. I once showed an old abbey +near our place at home to some American tourists, +and soon saw they knew more about its history than +I did. There was a girl of seventeen who corrected +me once or twice, and when I went to the library I +found that she was right. The curious thing is that +you’re, so to speak, rather parochial with it all. One +of my American employers treated me pretty well +until he had to make some changes in his business. +Took me to his house now and then, and I found his +wife and daughters knew the old French and Italian +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span> +cities. Yet they thought them far behind Marlin +Bluff, which is really a horribly ugly place.” +</p> +<p>“I know it,” said Ida, laughing. “Still, the +physical attractiveness of a town isn’t it’s only charm. +Besides, are you sure you don’t mean patriotic when +you say parochial? You ought to sympathize with +the former feeling.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know. Patriotism is difficult when your +country has no use for you.” +</p> +<p>Ida did not reply, and it was a few minutes later +when she said: “I’m glad I met you to-night, because +we go home soon and there’s a favor I want to +ask. My brother is coming out to take a post on +the irrigation work and I want you to look after +him.” +</p> +<p>“But he mayn’t like being looked after, and it’s +very possible he knows more about the work than I +do. I’ve only had a military training.” +</p> +<p>“Jake has had no training at all, and is three or +four years younger than I think you are.” +</p> +<p>“Then, of course, I’ll be glad to teach him all I +can.” +</p> +<p>“That isn’t exactly what I mean, although we want +him to learn as much as possible about engineering.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t see what else I could teach him.” +</p> +<p>Ida smiled. “Then I must explain. Jake is rash +and fond of excitement and gay society. He makes +friends easily and trusts those he likes, but this has +some drawbacks because his confidence is often misplaced. +Now I don’t think you would find it difficult +to gain some influence over him.” +</p> +<p>“And what would you expect me to do afterwards?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></p> +<p>“You might begin by trying to make him see how +interesting his new occupation is.” +</p> +<p>“That might be harder than you think,” Dick replied. +“Molding concrete and digging irrigation +ditches have a fascination for me, but I dare say it’s +an unusual taste. Your brother mightn’t like weighing +cement in the hot mixing sheds or dragging a +measuring chain about in the sun.” +</p> +<p>“It’s very possible,” Ida agreed with a hint of dryness. +“I want you to show him what it means; make +him feel the sense of power over material. Jake’s +rather boyish, and a boy loves to fire a gun because +something startling happens in obedience to his will +when he pulls the trigger. Isn’t it much the same +when one gives the orders that shatter massive rocks +and move ponderous stones? However, that’s not all. +I want you to keep him at the dam and prevent his +making undesirable friends.” +</p> +<p>“Though it’s not the thing I’m cut out for, I’ll try,” +said Dick, with some hesitation. “I’m surprised that +you should put your brother in my charge, after what +you know about me.” +</p> +<p>“You were unfortunate, negligent, perhaps, for +once.” +</p> +<p>“The trouble is that my friends and relations +seemed to think me dishonest. At least, they believed +that my getting into disgrace was quite as bad.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” said Ida calmly. “What I ask will +need some tact, but if you’ll promise to look after +Jake, I shall feel satisfied.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for the next few moments, watching +the phosphorescent foam stream back from the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +launch’s bows. Then he said: “Thank you, Miss +Fuller. In a way, it’s embarrassing to feel you trust +me; but I’ll do what I can to deserve it.” +</p> +<p>Three or four minutes afterwards the launch +steamed round the liner’s stern and ran into the gloom +beneath her tall side. There was a blaze of light +above that fell upon the farthest off of the row of +boats, past which the launch ran with her engine +stopped, and the dark water broke into a fiery sparkle +as the swell lapped the steamer’s plates. A man came +down the ladder when the launch jarred against its +foot, and Ida, finding that Fuller was still on board, +went up while Dick steamed across to the cargo-boat +that lay with winches hammering not far off. After +talking to her mate, he returned to the harbor, and +when he landed, lighted a cigarette and studied some +alterations that were being made at the landward end +of the mole. He had noticed the work as he passed +with Ida, but was now able to examine it. A number +of concrete blocks and cement bags were lying about. +</p> +<p>Beckoning a peon who seemed to be the watchman, +Dick gave him a cigarette and asked: “How far are +they going to re-face the mole?” +</p> +<p>“As far as the post yonder, señor.” +</p> +<p>It was obvious that a large quantity of cement +would be required and Dick resumed: “Who is doing +the work?” +</p> +<p>“Don Ramon Oliva.” +</p> +<p>Dick hid his interest. Ramon Oliva was the man +he had seen talking to Fuller’s storekeeper at the hotel. +</p> +<p>“Where does one buy cement in this town?” +</p> +<p>“Señor Vaz, the merchant, sells it now and then.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span></p> +<p>Dick let the peon go, and leaving the mole, found +Vaz in a café. Sitting down at his table he asked: +“Do you keep cement in your warehouse?” +</p> +<p>“Sometimes,” said the other; “when work it is +required for is going on. But I sold the last I had +two or three months ago.” +</p> +<p>“I believe we run short now and then, but we have +a big lot being landed now. As our sheds will be +pretty full, I could let you have a quantity if you +like.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks, but no,” said the merchant. “I do not +think anybody would buy it from me for some time, +and it is bad to keep when one’s store is damp.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who drank a glass of wine with him, went +away in a thoughtful mood. He wondered where +Don Ramon got his cement, and meant to find out, +though he saw that caution would be needed. He +owed much to Fuller and had made his master’s business +his. Now it looked as if Fuller were being +robbed and although he had, no doubt, cunning rogues +to deal with, Dick determined that the thing must +be stopped. When he returned to the dam he went to +Bethune’s hut and found him lying in his hammock. +</p> +<p>“Whose duty is it to check the storekeeper’s lists?” +he asked. “I suppose you strike a balance between +the goods delivered him and the stuff he hands out +for use on the works.” +</p> +<p>“It’s done, of course,” said Bethune. “I haven’t +examined the books myself; François, the Creole +clerk, is responsible. However, one would imagine +you had duties enough without taking up another, but +if you mean to do so, you had better begin soon. +Your energy won’t stand this climate long.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span></p> +<p>“I don’t know what I may do yet,” Dick replied. +“Still, it struck me that our stores might be sold in +the town.” +</p> +<p>“I expect they are, to some extent,” Bethune carelessly +agreed. “That kind of thing is hard to stop +anywhere, and these folks are very smart at petty +pilfering. Anyway, you might get yourself into +trouble by interfering and any small theft you stopped +probably wouldn’t pay for the time you’d have to +spend on the job. Leave it alone, and take matters +as you find them, is my advice.” +</p> +<p>Dick talked about something else, but when he +went back to his shack he knew what he meant to do. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VIII_AN_INFORMAL_COURT' id='VIII_AN_INFORMAL_COURT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h3>AN INFORMAL COURT</h3> +</div> + +<p>One morning, soon after Fuller and his daughter +had gone home, Dick stood at a table in the +testing house behind the mixing sheds. The small, +galvanized iron building shook with the throb of engines +and rattle of machinery, and now and then a +shower of cinders pattered upon the roof; for the big +mill that ground up the concrete was working across +the road. The lattice shutters were closed, for the +sake of privacy, and kept out the glare, though they +could not keep out the heat, which soaked through the +thin, iron walls, and Dick’s face was wet with perspiration +as he arranged a number of small concrete blocks. +Some of these were broken, and some partly crushed. +Delicate scales and glass measures occupied a neighboring +shelf, and a big steel apparatus that looked +rather like a lever weighing machine stood in the +shadow. +</p> +<p>Where the draught that came through the lattices +flowed across the room, Bethune lounged in a canvas +chair, and another man, with a quiet, sunburned face, +sat behind him. This was Stuyvesant, whose authority +was only second to Fuller’s. +</p> +<p>“Brandon seems to have taken a good deal of +trouble, but this kind of investigation needs the strictest +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span> +accuracy, and we haven’t the best of testing apparatus,” +Bethune remarked. “I expect he’ll allow +that the results he has got may be to some extent misleading, +and I doubt if it’s worth while to go on with +the matter. Are you sure you have made no mistakes, +Dick?” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered for a few moments. If he were +right, as he thought he was, the statements he had to +make would lead to the discharge of the sub-contractor. +Remembering his own disgrace, he shrank +from condemning another. He knew what he had +suffered, and the man might be innocent although his +guilt seemed plain. It was a hateful situation, but +his duty was to protect his master’s interests and he +could not see him robbed. +</p> +<p>“You can check my calculations,” he answered +quietly. +</p> +<p>“That’s so,” agreed Stuyvesant, who added with a +dry smile as he noted Bethune’s disapproving look: +“We can decide about going on with the thing when +we have heard Brandon.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Dick, giving him some papers, +and then indicated two different rows of the small +concrete blocks. “These marked A were made from +cement in our store; the lot B from some I took from +Oliva’s stock on the mole. They were subjected to +the same compressive, shearing, and absorbent tests, +and you’ll see that there’s very little difference in the +results. The quality of standard makes of cement is, +no doubt, much alike, but you wouldn’t expect to find +that of two different brands identical. My contention +is that the blocks were made from the same stuff.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant crossed the floor and measured the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span> +blocks with a micrometer gage, after which he filled +two of the graduated glass measures and then weighed +the water. +</p> +<p>“Well?” he said to Bethune, who had picked up +Dick’s calculations. +</p> +<p>“The figures are right; he’s only out in a small +decimal.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant took the papers and compared them with +a printed form he produced from his pocket. +</p> +<p>“They correspond with the tests the maker claims +his stuff will stand, and we can take it that they’re accurate. +Still, this doesn’t prove that Oliva stole the +cement from us. The particular make is popular on +this coast, and he may have bought a quantity from +somebody else. Did you examine the bags on the +mole, Brandon?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, “I had to get my samples in +the dark. If Oliva bought the cement, he must have +kept it for some time, because the only man in the +town who stocks it sold the last he had three months +ago. The next thing is our storekeeper’s tally showing +the number of bags delivered to him. I sat up +half the night trying to balance this against what he +handed out and could make nothing of the entries.” +</p> +<p>“Let me see,” said Bethune, and lighted a cigarette +when Dick handed him a book, and a bundle of small, +numbered forms. “You can talk, if you like,” he +added as he sharpened a pencil. +</p> +<p>Dick moved restlessly up and down the floor, examining +the testing apparatus, but he said nothing, +and Stuyvesant did not speak. He was a reserved +and thoughtful man. After a time, Bethune threw +the papers on the table. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></p> +<p>“François isn’t much of a bookkeeper,” he remarked. +“One or two of the delivery slips have been +entered twice, and at first I suspected he might have +conspired with Oliva. Still, that’s against my notion +of his character, and I find he’s missed booking stuff +that had been given out, which, of course, wouldn’t +have suited the other’s plans.” +</p> +<p>“You can generally count on a Frenchman’s honesty,” +Stuyvesant observed. “But do you make the +deliveries ex-store tally with what went in?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” said Bethune dryly. “Here’s the balance +I struck. It shows the storekeeper is a good +many bags short.” +</p> +<p>He passed the paper across, and Dick examined it +with surprise. +</p> +<p>“You have worked this out already from the muddled +and blotted entries! Do you think you’ve got it +right?” +</p> +<p>“I’m sure,” said Bethune, smiling. “I’ll prove it +if you like. We know how much cement went into +stock. How many molded blocks of the top course +have we put down at the dam?” +</p> +<p>Dick told him, and after a few minutes’ calculation +Bethune looked up. “Then here you are! Our concrete’s +a standard density; we know the weight of +water and sand and what to allow for evaporation. +You see my figures agree very closely with the total +delivery ex-store.” +</p> +<p>They did so, and Dick no longer wondered how +Bethune, who ostentatiously declined to let his work +interfere with his comfort, held his post. The man +thought in numbers, using the figures, as one used +words, to express his knowledge rather than as a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span> +means of obtaining it by calculation. Dick imagined +this was genius. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Stuyvesant, “I guess we had better +send for the storekeeper next.” +</p> +<p>“Get it over,” agreed Bethune. “It’s an unpleasant +job.” +</p> +<p>Dick sent a half-naked peon to look for the man, +and was sensible of some nervous strain as he waited +for his return. He hated the task he had undertaken, +but it must be carried out. Bethune, who had at +first tried to discourage him, now looked interested, +and Dick saw that Stuyvesant was resolute. In the +meanwhile, the shed had grown suffocatingly hot, his +face and hands were wet with perspiration, and the +rumble of machinery made his head ache. He lighted +a cigarette, but the tobacco tasted bitter and he threw +it away. Then there were footsteps outside and +Stuyvesant turned to him. +</p> +<p>“We leave you to put the thing through. You’re +prosecutor.” +</p> +<p>Dick braced himself as a man came in and stood +by the table, looking at the others suspiciously. He +was an American, but his face was heavy and rather +sullen, and his white clothes were smeared with dust. +</p> +<p>“We have been examining your stock-book,” said +Dick. “It’s badly kept.” +</p> +<p>The fellow gave him a quick glance. “Mr. Fuller +knows I’m not smart at figuring, and if you want +the books neat, you’ll have to get me a better clerk. +Anyhow, I’ve my own tally and allow I can tell you +what stuff I get and where it goes.” +</p> +<p>“That is satisfactory. Look at this list and tell +me where the cement you’re short of has gone.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span></p> +<p>“Into the mixing shed, I guess,” said the other +with a half-defiant frown. +</p> +<p>“Then it didn’t come out. We haven’t got the concrete +at the dam. Are there any full bags not accounted +for in the shed?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir. You ought to know the bags are skipped +right into the tank as the mill grinds up the mush.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. Perhaps you’d better consult your +private tally and see if it throws any light upon the +matter.” +</p> +<p>The man took out a note-book and while he studied +it Bethune asked, “Will you let me have the book?” +</p> +<p>“I guess not,” said the other, who shut the book +with a snap, and then turned and confronted Dick. +</p> +<p>“I want to know why you’re getting after me!” +</p> +<p>“It’s fairly plain. You’re responsible for the stores +and can’t tell us what has become of a quantity of the +goods.” +</p> +<p>“Suppose I own up that my tally’s got mixed?” +</p> +<p>“Then you’d show yourself unfit for your job; but +that is not the worst. If you had made a mistake +the bags wouldn’t vanish. You had the cement, it +isn’t in the store and hasn’t reached us in the form +of concrete. It must have gone somewhere.” +</p> +<p>“Where do you reckon it went, if it wasn’t into the +mixing shed?” +</p> +<p>“To the Santa Brigida mole,” Dick answered +quietly, and noting the man’s abrupt movement, went +on: “What were you talking to Ramon Oliva about +at the Hotel Magellan?” +</p> +<p>The storekeeper did not reply, but the anger and +confusion in his face were plain, and Dick turned to +the others. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span></p> +<p>“I think we’ll send for Oliva,” said Stuyvesant. +“Keep this fellow here until he comes.” +</p> +<p>Oliva entered tranquilly, though his black eyes got +very keen when he glanced at his sullen accomplice. +He was picturesquely dressed, with a black silk sash +round his waist and a big Mexican sombrero. Taking +out a cigarette, he remarked that it was unusually hot. +</p> +<p>“You are doing some work on the town mole,” +Dick said to him. “Where did you get the cement?” +</p> +<p>“I bought it,” Oliva answered, with a surprised +look. +</p> +<p>“From whom?” +</p> +<p>“A merchant at Anagas, down the coast. But, +señores, my contract on the mole is a matter for the +port officials. I do not see the object of these questions.” +</p> +<p>“You had better answer them,” Stuyvesant remarked, +and signed Dick to go on. +</p> +<p>Dick paused for a moment or two, remembering +how he had confronted his judges in a tent in an English +valley. The scene came back with poignant distinctness. +</p> +<p>He could hear the river brawling among the stones, +and feel his Colonel’s stern, condemning gaze fixed +upon his face. For all that, his tone was resolute +as he asked: “What was the brand of the cement +you bought?” +</p> +<p>“The <i>Tenax</i>, señor,” Oliva answered with a defiant +smile. +</p> +<p>Then Dick turned to the others with a gesture which +implied that there was no more to be said, and quietly +sat down. <i>Tenax</i> was not the brand that Fuller used, +and its different properties would have appeared in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span> +the tests. The sub-contractor had betrayed himself +by the lie, and his accomplice looked at him with disgust. +</p> +<p>“You’ve given the thing away,” he growled. +“Think they don’t know what cement is? Now they +have you fixed!” +</p> +<p>There was silence for the next minute while Stuyvesant +studied some figures in his pocket-book. Then +he wrote upon a leaf, which he tore out and told Dick +to give it to Oliva. +</p> +<p>“Here’s a rough statement of your account up to +the end of last month, Don Ramon,” he said. “You +can check it and afterwards hand the pay-clerk a formal +bill, brought up to date, but you’ll notice I have +charged you with a quantity of cement that’s missing +from our store. Your engagement with Mr. Fuller +ends to-day.” +</p> +<p>Oliva spread out his hands with a dramatic gesture. +“Señores, this is a scandal, a grand injustice! You +understand it will ruin me? It is impossible that I +submit.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. We’ll put the matter into the hands +of the <i>Justicia</i>.” +</p> +<p>“It is equal,” Oliva declared with passion. “You +have me marked as a thief. The port officials give +me no more work and my friends talk. At the <i>Justicia</i> +all the world hears my defense.” +</p> +<p>“As you like,” said Stuyvesant, but the storekeeper +turned to Oliva with a contemptuous grin. +</p> +<p>“I allow you’re not such a blamed fool,” he remarked. +“Take the chance they’ve given you and +get from under before the roof falls in.” +</p> +<p>Oliva pondered for a few moments, his eyes fixed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span> +on Stuyvesant’s unmoved face, and then shrugged with +an air of injured resignation. +</p> +<p>“It is a grand scandal, but I make my bill.” +</p> +<p>He moved slowly to the door, but paused as he +reached it, and gave Dick a quick, malignant glance. +Then he went out and the storekeeper asked Stuyvesant: +“What are you going to do with me?” +</p> +<p>“Fire you right now. Go along to the pay-clerk +and give him your time. I don’t know if that’s all +we ought to do; but we’ll be satisfied if you and your +partner get off this camp.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll quit,” said the storekeeper, who turned to +Dick. “You’re a smart kid, but we’d have bluffed +you all right if the fool had allowed he used the same +cement.” +</p> +<p>Then he followed Oliva, and Stuyvesant got up. +</p> +<p>“That was Oliva’s mistake,” he remarked. “I saw +where you were leading him and you put the questions +well. Now, however, you’ll have to take on his duties +until we get another man.” +</p> +<p>They left the testing-house, and as Bethune and +Dick walked up the valley the former said: “It’s my +opinion that you were imprudent in one respect. You +showed the fellows that it was you who found them +out. It might have been better if you had, so to speak, +divided the responsibility.” +</p> +<p>“They’ve gone, and that’s the most important +thing,” Dick rejoined. +</p> +<p>“From the works. It doesn’t follow that they’ll +quit Santa Brigida. Payne, the storekeeper, is of +course an American tough, but I don’t think he’ll make +trouble. He’d have robbed us cheerfully, but I expect +he’ll take his being found out as a risk of the game; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span> +besides, Stuyvesant will have to ship him home if he +asks for his passage. But I didn’t like the look Oliva +gave you. These dago half-breeds are a revengeful +lot.” +</p> +<p>“I’m not in the town often and I’ll be careful if +I go there after dark. To tell the truth, I didn’t want +to interfere, but I couldn’t let the rogues go on with +their stealing.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose not,” Bethune agreed. “The trouble +about doing your duty is that it often costs you something.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IX_JAKE_FULLER' id='IX_JAKE_FULLER'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h3>JAKE FULLER</h3> +</div> + +<p>A month after Fuller sailed his son arrived at +Santa Brigida, and Dick, who met him on the +mole, got something of a surprise when a handsome +youth landed and came straight towards him. Jake +Fuller was obviously very young, but had an ease of +manner and a calm self-confidence that would have +done credit to an elderly man of the world. His +clothes showed nice taste, and there was nothing about +him to indicate the reckless scapegrace Dick had expected. +</p> +<p>“You’re Brandon, of course,” he said as he shook +hands. “Glad to meet you. Knew you a quarter +of a mile off.” +</p> +<p>“How’s that?” Dick asked. “You haven’t seen +me before.” +</p> +<p>“For one thing, you’re stamped Britisher; then you +had a kind of determined look, as if you’d come down +to yank me right off to the irrigation ditches before +I’d time to run loose in the city. Matter of duty to +you, and you were going to put it through.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing, and Jake laughed. “Well, that’s +all right; I guess we’ll hit it! And now we’ll put out +when you like. I laid in a pretty good breakfast on +the boat; I like smart service and a well-chosen menu, +and don’t suppose you have either at the camp.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span></p> +<p>“They might be better,” Dick agreed, feeling that +he had promised Miss Fuller more than he might be +able to perform. Then he told a peon to take Jake’s +luggage and led the way to a mule carriage at the end +of the mole. +</p> +<p>“I didn’t expect to ride in a transfer-wagon,” Jake +remarked. “Haven’t you any autos yet? If not, +I’ll indent for one when the next stock order goes +home.” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps you had better wait until you see the +roads.” +</p> +<p>“You’re surely British,” Jake replied. “If you’d +been an American, you’d get the car first and make +the roads fit in. However, you might tell the ancient +dago to get a move on.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for the next few minutes. On the +whole, he thought he would like Fuller, and made +some allowance for the excitement he, no doubt, felt +at beginning his career in a foreign country, but none +for any wish to impress his companion. It was unlikely +that the self-possessed lad would care what Dick +thought of him, although it looked as if he meant to +be friendly. Then as the sweating mules slowly +climbed the rutted track out of the town Dick began +to point out the changing level of the land, the ravines, +or barrancos, that formed natural drainage channels +from the high watershed, and the influence of drought +and moisture on the cultivation. Jake showed a polite +interest, but inquired what amusements were to be +had in Santa Brigida, about which Dick gave him as +little information as possible. If he had understood +Miss Fuller’s hints, the Spanish city was no place for +her brother. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span></p> +<p>Jake spent the day following Dick about the works +and made no complaint about the heat and dust, though +he frowned when a shower of cement or a splash of +oil fell upon his clothes. It was obvious that he knew +nothing about engineering, but the questions he asked +indicated keen intelligence and Dick was satisfied. A +room adjoining the latter’s quarters had been prepared +for the newcomer, and they sat, smoking, on the veranda +after the evening meal. +</p> +<p>“Do you think you’ll like your work?” Dick asked. +</p> +<p>“I’ve got to like it, and it might be worse. Since +I’m not allowed to draw or model things, I can make +them, and I guess that’s another form of the same +talent, though it’s considerably less interesting than +the first.” +</p> +<p>“But perhaps more useful,” Dick suggested. +</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t know. Our taste is pretty barbarous, +as a rule, and you can’t claim that yours is +more advanced, but I allow that the Spaniards who +built Santa Brigida had an eye for line and color. +These dagos have a gift we lack; you can see it in +the way they wear their clothes. My notion is that +it’s some use to teach your countrymen to admire +beauty and grace. We’re great at making things, but +there’s no particular need to make them ugly.” +</p> +<p>“Then you’re a bit of an artist?” +</p> +<p>“I meant to be a whole one and might have made +good, although the old man has not much use for art. +Unfortunately, however, I felt I had to kick against +the conventionality of the life I led and the protest +I put up was a little too vigorous. It made trouble, +and in consequence, my folks decided I’d better be an +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +engineer. I couldn’t follow their arguments, but had +to acquiesce.” +</p> +<p>“It’s curious how you artists claim to be exempt +from the usual rules, as if you were different from the +rest of us.” +</p> +<p>“We <i>are</i> different,” Jake rejoined with a twinkle. +“It’s our business to see the truth of things, while +you try to make it fit your formulas about what you +think is most useful to yourself or society. A formula’s +like bad spectacles; it distorts the sight, and +yours is plainly out of focus. For example, I guess +you’re satisfied with the white clothes you’re wearing.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know that it’s important, but what’s the +matter with them?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake, with a critical glance, “they’re +all wrong. Now you’ve got good shoulders, your +figure’s well balanced, and I like the way you hold +your head, but your tailor has spoiled every prominent +line. I’ll show you some time when I model +you in clay.” He paused and grinned. “I guess +the Roman sentinel pose would suit you best, as I +noted it when you stood on the mole waiting for me, +determined to do your duty at any cost. Besides, +there is something of the soldier about you.” +</p> +<p>“I wish you’d stop rotting,” said Dick with a touch +of awkwardness, though he saw that Jake knew nothing +about his leaving the army. “Was it your father’s +notion that you should be an engineer?” +</p> +<p>“He thinks so,” Jake answered, grinning. “My +opinion is that you have to thank my sister Ida for +the job of looking after me. She made this her business +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span> +until I went to Yale, when, of course, she lost +control. Ida has a weakness for managing people, +for their good, but you ought to take it as a delicate +compliment that she passed me on to you.” +</p> +<p>“After all, Miss Fuller’s age must be nearly the +same as mine,” Dick remarked. +</p> +<p>“I see what you mean, but in some respects she’s +much older. In fact, I guess I could give you a year +or two myself. But it seems to me you’ve kind of +wilted since we began to talk. You’ve gone slack and +your eyes look heavy. Say, I’m sorry if I’ve made +you tired.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t think you had much to do with it,” said +Dick. “My head aches and I’ve a shivery feeling +that came on about this time last night. A touch of +malarial fever, perhaps; they get it now and then in +the town, though we ought to be free from it on the +hill. Anyhow, if you don’t mind, I’ll get off to bed.” +</p> +<p>He went away, and Jake looked about the veranda +and the room that opened on to it. There was a +canvas chair or two, a folding table, a large drawing +board on a trestle frame, and two cheap, tin lamps. +It was obvious that Dick thought of nothing much +except his work and had a Spartan disregard for comfort. +</p> +<p>“A good sort, but it’s concrete first and last with +him,” Jake remarked. “Guess I’ve got to start by +making this shack fit for a white man to live in.” +</p> +<p>Dick passed a restless night, but felt better when +he began his work on the dam next morning, though +he did not touch the small hard roll and black coffee +his colored steward had put ready for him. The air +was fresh, the jungle that rolled down the hill glittered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span> +with dew, and the rays of the red sun had, so +far, only a pleasant warmth. Cranes were rattling, +locomotives snorted as they moved the ponderous concrete +blocks and hauled away loads of earth, and a +crowd of picturesque figures were busy about the dam. +Some wore dirty white cotton and ragged crimson +sashes; the dark limbs of others projected from garments +of vivid color. Dick drove the men as hard +as he was able. They worked well, chattering and +laughing, in the early morning, and there was much +to be done, because Oliva’s dismissal had made a difference. +</p> +<p>The men flagged, as the sun got higher, and at +length Dick sat down in the thin shade of a tree. The +light was now intense, the curving dam gleamed a +dazzling pearly-gray through a quivering radiance, +and the water that had gathered behind it shone like +molten silver. One could imagine that the pools reflected +heat as well as light. Dick’s eyes ached, and +for a few minutes he let them rest upon the glossy, +green jungle, and the belts of cultivation down the +hill. +</p> +<p>Then he roused himself, because he must watch +what was going on. The great blocks must be properly +fitted into place, and one could not trust the dusky +laborers to use the care that was needed; besides, they +were getting slack, and the fresh blocks the locomotives +brought would soon begin to accumulate. Since +this would mean extra handling and consequent expense, +the track must be kept clear. Still, Dick +wished noon would come, for his head ached badly +and he felt the heat as he had not felt it before. +</p> +<p>It was hard to force himself to begin again after +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span> +the short mid-day rest, but he became a little more +vigorous as the sun sank and the shadow of the black +cordillera lengthened across the valley. After dinner, +when he lounged on the veranda, the headache and +lassitude returned, and he listened to Jake’s talk vacantly +and soon went to bed. He knew he was not +well, but while malarial fever was not unusual in the +neighborhood people seldom took it in a virulent form, +and as there was a good doctor at Santa Brigida he +determined to consult him when he had occasion to +visit the town. As it happened, a crane broke next +day, and when evening came he set off to inquire if +new castings could be made for it in the Spanish +foundry. While he waited for an engine to take him +down the line, Jake announced his intention of coming. +</p> +<p>“I’ve never been round a Spanish town,” he said. +</p> +<p>“You’re not going round a Spanish town now, if +I can prevent it,” Dick rejoined. “However, I suppose +I can’t order you off your father’s locomotive.” +</p> +<p>Jake smiled. “You can resent my taking the line +you hint at when I’ve done so, but I guess one must +make allowances. You’re getting the fever badly, +partner.” +</p> +<p>“It’s the heat,” Dick answered in an apologetic +tone. “Anyhow, Santa Brigida’s a dirty, uninteresting +place.” +</p> +<p>“I expect your ideas of what’s interesting are different +from mine. Concrete’s all right in the daytime, +though you can have too much of it then, but you +want to please your eye and relax your brain at night.” +</p> +<p>“I was afraid of something of the kind. But +here’s the locomotive. Get up, if you’re coming.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span></p> +<p>Dick was silent as the engine jolted down the track, +for he was feverish and his companion’s talk irritated +him. Besides, he had promised Ida Fuller to take +care of the lad and knew something of the license +that ruled in the city. Jake seemed to claim the supposititious +privileges of the artistic temperament, and +there were wine-shops, gamblers, pretty Creole girls +with easy manners, and ragged desperados who carried +knives, in Santa Brigida. In fact, it offered too +many opportunities for romantic adventures. In consequence, +Dick went to the Hotel Magellan, which +they reached after walking from the end of the line, +and took Jake into the bar. +</p> +<p>“You had better stop here; I won’t be longer than +I can help,” he said. “They’ll make you a rather +nice iced drink of Canary <i>tinto</i>.” +</p> +<p>“Just so,” Jake replied. “<i>Tinto’s</i> a thin, sour +claret, isn’t it? In New York not long ago you could +get iced buttermilk. Can’t say I was fond of it, but +I reckon it’s as exhilarating as the other stuff.” +</p> +<p>Dick left him with some misgivings and went about +his business. It was eight o’clock in the evening and +the foundry would be closed, but he knew where the +manager lived and went to his house, which was situated +in the older part of the city. He had not taken +Jake because he had to pass some of the less reputable +cafés and gambling dens and thought it undesirable +that the lad should know where they were. The +foundry manager was not at home, but a languishing +young woman with a thickly powdered face, who +called her mother before she conferred with Dick, told +him where Don Tomas had gone, and Dick set off +again in search of the café she named. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span></p> +<p>A half moon hung low in the clear sky, but, for +the most part, its light only reached a short distance +down the white and yellow fronts of the flat-topped +houses. These got light and air from the central +courtyard, or patio, and the outer walls were only +pierced by one or two very narrow windows at some +height from the ground. The openings were marked +here and there by a faint glow from within, which +was often broken by a shadowy female form leaning +against the bars and speaking softly to another figure +on the pavement below. +</p> +<p>There were few street lamps, and in places the houses +crowded in upon the narrow strip of gloom through +which Dick picked his way with echoing steps. Most +of the citizens were in the plaza, and the streets were +quiet except for the measured beat of the surf and +the distant music of the band. A smell of rancid +oil and garlic, mingled with the strong perfumes Spanish +women use, hung about the buildings, but now +and then a puff of cooler air flowed through a dark +opening and brought with it the keen freshness of the +sea. Once the melancholy note of a guitar came down +from a roof and somebody began to sing in a voice +that quivered with fantastic tremolos. +</p> +<p>Dick went carefully, keeping as far as possible away +from the walls. In Santa Brigida, all white men were +supposed to be rich, and the honesty of the darker +part of its mixed population was open to doubt. Besides, +he had learned that the fair-skinned Northerners +were disliked. They brought money, which +was needed, into the country, but they also brought +machines and business methods that threatened to disturb +the tranquillity the Latin half-breed enjoyed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +The latter must be beaten in industrial strife and, exchanging +independence for higher wages, become subject +to a more vigorous, mercantile race. The half-breeds +seemed to know this, and regarded the foreigners +with jealous eyes. For all that, Dick carried +no weapons. A pistol large enough to be of use was +an awkward thing to hide, and he agreed with Bethune +that to wear it ostentatiously was more likely to provoke +than avoid attack. +</p> +<p>Once he thought he was followed, but when he +stopped to look round, the shadowy figure behind +turned into a side street, and he presently found the +man he was in search of in a quiet café. He spent +some time explaining the drawings of the patterns +that would be required before Don Tomas undertook +to make the castings, and then languidly leaned back +in his chair. His head had begun to ache again and +he felt strangely limp and tired. The fever was returning, +as it did at night, but he roused himself by +and by and set off to visit the doctor. +</p> +<p>On his way he passed the casino and, to his surprise, +saw Jake coming down the steps. Dick frowned +when they met. +</p> +<p>“How did you get in?” he asked. “It’s the rule +for somebody to put your name down on your first +visit.” +</p> +<p>“So it seemed,” said Jake. “There are, however, +ways of getting over such difficulties, and a dollar +goes some distance in this country; much farther, in +fact, than it does in ours.” +</p> +<p>“It’s some consolation to think you’ve had to pay +for your amusement,” Dick answered sourly. +</p> +<p>Jake smiled. “On the contrary, I found it profitable. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span> +You make a mistake that’s common with serious +folks, by taking it for granted that a cheerful character +marks a fool.” He put his hand in his pocket and +brought it out filled with silver coin. “Say, what do +you think of this?” +</p> +<p>“Put the money back,” Dick said sharply, for there +was a second-rate wine-shop not far off and a group +of untidy half-breeds lounged about its front. Jake, +however, took out another handful of silver. +</p> +<p>“My luck was pretty good; I reckon it says something +for me that I knew when to stop.” +</p> +<p>He jingled the money as he passed the wine-shop, +and Dick, looking back, thought one of the men inside +got up, but nobody seemed to be following them +when they turned into another street. This was the +nearest way to the doctor’s, but it was dark and narrow, +and Dick did not like its look. +</p> +<p>“Keep in the middle,” he warned Jake. +</p> +<p>They were near the end of the street when two men +came out of an arch and waited for them. +</p> +<p>“Have you a match, señor?” one who held a cigarette +in his hand asked. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick suspiciously. “Keep back!” +</p> +<p>“But it is only a match we want,” said the other, +and Jake stopped. +</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with giving him one? Wait +till I get my box.” +</p> +<p>He gave it to the fellow, who struck a match, and +after lighting his cigarette held it so that the faint +illumination touched Dick’s face. +</p> +<p>“Thanks, señor,” said the half-breed, who turned +to his companion as he added softly in Castilian: +“The other.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span></p> +<p>Dick understood. It was not Jake but himself who +was threatened; and he thought he knew why. +</p> +<p>“Look out for that fellow, Jake!” he cried. “Get +back to the wall!” +</p> +<p>Jake, to Dick’s relief, did as he was told, but next +moment another man ran out of the arch, and somebody +in the darkness called out in Castilian. Dick +thought he knew the voice; but the men were behind +him now, and he turned to face them. The nearest +had his hand at his ragged sash, and Dick saw that +he must act before the long Spanish knife came out. +He struck hard, leaning forward as he did so, and +the man reeled back; but the other two closed with +him, and although his knuckles jarred as a second +blow got home, he felt a stinging pain high up in +his side. His breathing suddenly got difficult, but +as he staggered towards the wall he saw Jake dash his +soft hat in the face of another antagonist and spring +upon the fellow. There seemed to be four men round +them and one was like Oliva, the contractor; but +Dick’s sight was going and he had a fit of coughing +that was horribly painful. +</p> +<p>He heard Jake shout and footsteps farther up the +street, and tried to lean against the house for support, +but slipped and fell upon the pavement. He could +neither see nor hear well, but made out that his assailants +had slunk away and men were running towards +Jake, who stood, calling for help, in the middle +of the street. Shortly afterwards a group of dark +figures gathered round and he heard confused voices. +He thought Jake knelt down and tried to lift him, +but this brought on a stab of burning pain and he +knew nothing more. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='X_LA_MIGNONNE' id='X_LA_MIGNONNE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h3>LA MIGNONNE</h3> +</div> + +<p>A cool sea breeze blew through the half-opened +lattice, and a ray of sunshine quivered upon +the ocher-colored wall, when Dick awoke from a +refreshing sleep. He felt helplessly weak, and his +side, which was covered by a stiff bandage, hurt him +when he moved, but his head was clear at last and he +languidly looked about. The room was spacious, but +rather bare. There was no carpet, but a rug made +a blotch of cool green on the smooth, dark floor. +Two or three religious pictures hung upon the wall +and he noted how the soft blue of the virgin’s dress +harmonized with the yellow background. An arch +at one end was covered by a leather curtain like those +in old Spanish churches, but it had been partly drawn +back to let the air circulate. Outside the hooked-back +lattice he saw the rails of a balcony, and across +the narrow patio a purple creeper spread about a dazzling +white wall. +</p> +<p>All this was vaguely familiar, because it was some +days since Dick had recovered partial consciousness, +though he had been too feeble to notice his surroundings +much or find out where he was. Now he studied +the room with languid interest as he tried to remember +what had led to his being brought there. The +scanty furniture was dark and old; and he knew the +wrinkled, brown-faced woman in black who sat by the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span> +window with a dark shawl wound round her head. +She had a place in his confused memories; as had +another woman with a curious lifeless face and an unusual +dress, who had once or twice lifted him and +done something to his bandages. Still, it was not of +her Dick was thinking. There had been somebody +else, brighter and fresher than either, who sat beside +him when he lay in fevered pain and sometimes stole +in and vanished after a pitiful glance. +</p> +<p>A bunch of flowers stood upon the table; and their +scent mingled with the faint smell of decay that hung +about the room. Lying still, Dick heard the leather +curtain rustle softly in the draught, muffled sounds +of traffic, and the drowsy murmur of the surf. Its +rhythmic beat was soothing and he thought he could +smell the sea. By and by he made an abrupt move +that hurt him as a voice floated into the room. It +was singularly clear and sweet, and he thought he +knew it, as he seemed to know the song, but could +not catch the words and the singing stopped. Then +light footsteps passed the arch and there was silence +again. +</p> +<p>“Who’s that?” he asked with an energy he had not +been capable of until then. +</p> +<p>“<i>La mignonne</i>,” said the old woman with a smile +that showed her thick, red lips and firm white teeth. +</p> +<p>“And who’s Mignonne?” +</p> +<p>“<i>La, la!</i>” said the woman soothingly. “<i>C’est ma +mignonne.</i> But you jess go to sleep again.” +</p> +<p>“How can I go to sleep when I’m not sleepy and +you won’t tell me what I want to know?” Dick +grumbled, but the woman raised her hand and began +to sing an old plantation song. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span></p> +<p>“I’m not a child,” he protested weakly. “But +that’s rather nice.” +</p> +<p>Closing his eyes, he tried to think. His nurse was +not a Spanish mulatto, as her dark dress suggested. +It was more likely that she came from Louisiana, +where the old French stock had not died out; but +Dick felt puzzled. She had spoken, obviously with +affection, of <i>ma mignonne</i>; but he was sure the singer +was no child of hers. There was no Creole accent +in that clear voice, and the steps he heard were light. +The feet that had passed his door were small and +arched; not flat like a negro’s. He had seen feet of +the former kind slip on an iron staircase and brush, +in pretty satin shoes, across a lawn on which the moonlight +fell. Besides, a girl whose skin was fair and +whose movements were strangely graceful had flitted +about his room. While he puzzled over this he went +to sleep and on waking saw with a start of pleasure +Jake sitting near his bed. His nurse had gone. +</p> +<p>“Hullo!” he said. “I’m glad you’ve come. There +are a lot of things I want to know.” +</p> +<p>“The trouble is I’ve been ordered not to tell you +much. It’s a comfort to see you looking brighter.” +</p> +<p>“I feel pretty well. But can you tell me where I +am and how I got there?” +</p> +<p>“Certainly. We’ll take the last question first. +Somebody tore off a shutter and we carried you on +it. I guess you know you got a dago’s knife between +your ribs.” +</p> +<p>“I seem to remember something like that,” said +Dick; who added with awkward gratitude: “I believe +the brutes would have killed me if you hadn’t +been there.” +</p> +<p>“It was a pretty near thing. Does it strike you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span> +as curious that while you made yourself responsible +for me I had to take care of you?” +</p> +<p>“You did so, anyhow,” Dick remarked with feeling. +“But go on.” +</p> +<p>“Somebody brought a Spanish doctor, who said you +couldn’t be moved much and must be taken into the +nearest house, so we brought you here.” +</p> +<p>“Where is ‘here’? That’s what I want to +know?” +</p> +<p>“My orders are not to let you talk. We’ve changed +our positions now; you’ve got to listen. For all that, +you ought to be thankful you’re not in the Santa +Brigida hospital, which was too far away. It’s three +hundred years old and smells older. Felt as if you +could bake bricks in it, and no air gets in.” +</p> +<p>“But what were you doing at the hospital?” +</p> +<p>“I went to see a fellow who told me he’d been fired +out of our camp. He came up just after the dago +knifed you, and knocked out the man I was grappling +with, but got an ugly stab from one of the gang. +We didn’t find this out until we had disposed of you. +However, he’s nearly all right and they’ll let him out +soon.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick. “That must be Payne, the +storekeeper. But, you see, I fired him. Why did he +interfere?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know. He said something about your being +a white man and it was three to one.” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered this and then his thoughts resumed +their former groove. +</p> +<p>“Who’s the mulatto woman in black?” +</p> +<p>“She’s called Lucille. A nice old thing, and seems +to have looked after you well. When I came in she +was singing you to sleep. Voice all gone, of course, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span> +but I’d like to write down the song. It sounded like +the genuine article.” +</p> +<p>“What do you mean by the ‘genuine article’?” +</p> +<p>“Well, I think it was one of the plantation lullabies +they used to sing before the war; not the imitation +trash fourth-rate composers turned out in floods +some years ago. That, of course, has no meaning, +but the other expressed the spirit of the race. Words +quaint coon-English with a touch of real feeling; air +something after the style of a camp-meeting hymn, +and yet somehow African. In fact, it’s unique music, +but it’s good.” +</p> +<p>“Hadn’t I another nurse?” Dick asked. +</p> +<p>Jake laughed. “I ought to have remembered that +you’re not musical. There was a nursing sister of +some religious order.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t mean a nun,” Dick persisted. “A girl +came in now and then.” +</p> +<p>“It’s quite possible. Some of them are sympathetic +and some are curious. No doubt, you were an +interesting patient; anyhow, you gave the Spanish doctor +plenty trouble. He was rather anxious for a +time; the fever you had before the dago stabbed you +complicated things.” Jake paused and looked at his +watch. “Now I’ve got to quit. I had orders not to +stay long, but I’ll come back soon to see how you’re +getting on.” +</p> +<p>Dick let him go and lay still, thinking drowsily. +Jake had apparently not meant to answer his questions. +He wanted to know where he was and had +not been told. It looked as if his comrade had been +warned not to enlighten him; but there was no reason +for this. Above all, he wanted to know who was +the girl with the sweet voice and light step. Jake, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span> +who had admitted that she might have been in his +room, had, no doubt, seen her, and Dick could not +understand why he should refuse to speak of her. +While he puzzled about it he went to sleep again. +</p> +<p>It was dark when he awoke, and perhaps he was +feverish or his brain was weakened by illness, for it +reproduced past scenes that were mysteriously connected +with the present. He was in a strange house +in Santa Brigida, for he remarked the shadowy +creeper on the wall and a pool of moonlight on the +dark floor of his room. Yet the cornfields in an +English valley, through which he drove his motor +bicycle, seemed more real, and he could see the rows +of stocked sheaves stretch back from the hedgerows +he sped past. Something sinister and threatening +awaited him at the end of the journey, but he could +not tell what it was. Then the cornfields vanished +and he was crossing a quiet, walled garden with a +girl at his side. He remembered how the moonlight +shone through the branches of a tree and fell in silver, +splashes on her white dress. Her face was in the +shadow, but he knew it well. +</p> +<p>After a time he felt thirsty, and moving his head +looked feebly about the room. A slender, white figure +sat near the wall, and he started, because this must be +the girl he had heard singing. +</p> +<p>“I wonder if you could get me something to +drink?” he said. +</p> +<p>The girl rose and he watched her intently as she +came towards him with a glass. When she entered +the moonlight his heart gave a sudden throb. +</p> +<p>“Clare, Miss Kenwardine!” he said, and awkwardly +raised himself on his arm. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she said, “I am Clare Kenwardine. But +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span> +drink this; then I’ll put the pillows straight and you +must keep still.” +</p> +<p>Dick drained the glass and lay down again, for he +was weaker than he thought. +</p> +<p>“Thanks! Don’t go back into the dark. You +have been here all the time? I mean, since I came.” +</p> +<p>“As you were seldom quite conscious until this +morning, how did you know?” +</p> +<p>“I didn’t know, in a way, and yet I did. There was +somebody about who made me think of England, and +then, you see, I heard you sing.” +</p> +<p>“Still,” she said, smiling, “I don’t quite understand.” +</p> +<p>“Don’t you?” said Dick, who felt he must make +things plain. “Well, you stole in and out and sat +here sometimes when Lucille was tired. I didn’t exactly +notice you—perhaps I was too ill—but I felt +you were there, and that was comforting.” +</p> +<p>“And yet you are surprised to see me now!” +</p> +<p>“I can’t have explained it properly. I didn’t know +you were Miss Kenwardine; but I felt I knew you +and kept trying to remember, but I was feverish and +my mind wouldn’t take your image in. For all that, +something told me it was really there already, and +I’d be able to recognize it if I waited. It was like a +photograph that wasn’t developed.” +</p> +<p>“You’re feverish now,” Clare answered quietly. +“I mustn’t let you talk so much.” +</p> +<p>“You’re as bad as Jake; he wouldn’t answer my +questions,” Dick grumbled. “Then, you see, I want +to talk.” +</p> +<p>Clare laughed, as if she found it a relief to do so. +“That doesn’t matter if it will do you harm.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll be very quiet,” Dick pleaded. “I’ll only +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span> +speak a word or two now and then. But don’t go +away!” +</p> +<p>Clare sat down, and after a few minutes Dick resumed: +“You passed my door to-day, and it’s curious +that I knew your step, though, if you can understand, +without actually recognizing it. It was as if +I was dreaming something that was real. The worst +of being ill is that your brain gets working independently, +bringing things up on its own account, without +your telling it. Anyhow, I remembered the iron steps +with the glow of the window through the curtain, and +how you slipped—you wore little white shoes, and +the moonlight shone through the branches on your +dress.” +</p> +<p>He broke off and frowned, for a vague, unpleasant +memory obtruded itself. Something that had had disastrous +consequences had happened in the quiet garden, +but he could not remember what it was. +</p> +<p>“Why did Lucille call you <i>ma mignonne</i>?” he +asked. “Doesn’t it mean a petted child?” +</p> +<p>“Not always. She was my nurse when I was +young.” +</p> +<p>“Then you have lived here before?” +</p> +<p>“Not here, but in a country where there are people +like Lucille, though it’s long ago. But you mustn’t +speak another word. Go to sleep at once!” +</p> +<p>“Then stay where I can see you and I’ll try,” Dick +answered; and although he did not mean to do so, +presently closed his eyes. +</p> +<p>Clare waited until his quiet breathing showed that +he was asleep, and then crossed the floor softly and +stood looking down on him. There was light enough +to see his face and it was worn and thin. His weakness +moved her to pity, but there was something else. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span> +He had remembered that night in England, he knew +her step and voice, and his rambling talk had caused +her a thrill, for she remembered the night in England +well. Brandon had shielded her from a man whom +she had good ground for wishing to avoid. He had, +no doubt, not quite understood the situation, but +had seen that she needed help and chivalrously offered +it. She knew he could be trusted and had without +much hesitation made her unconventional request. +He had then been marked by strong vitality and cheerful +confidence, but he was ill and helpless now, and his +weakness appealed to her as his vigor had not done. +He was, in a way, dependent on her, and Clare felt +glad this was so. She blushed as she smoothed the +coverlet across his shoulders and then quietly stole +away. +</p> +<p>There was no sea breeze next morning and the sun +shone through a yellow haze that seemed to intensify +the heat. The white walls reflected a curious subdued +light that was more trying to the eyes than the +usual glare, and the beat of the surf was slow and +languid. The air was still and heavy, and Dick’s +fever, which had been abating, recovered force. He +was hot and irritable, and his restlessness did not vanish +until Clare came in at noon. +</p> +<p>“I’ve been watching for you since daybreak, and +you might have come before,” he said. “Lucille +means well, but she’s clumsy. She doesn’t help one +to be quiet as you do.” +</p> +<p>“You’re not quiet,” Clare answered in a reproving +tone. “Lucille is a very good nurse; better than I +am.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick in a thoughtful tone, “perhaps +she is, in a way. She never upsets the medicine on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +my pillow, as you did the last time. The nasty stuff +got into my hair——” +</p> +<p>Clare raised her hand in remonstrance. “You +really mustn’t talk.” +</p> +<p>“I’m going to talk,” Dick answered defiantly. +“It’s bad for me to keep puzzling over things, and +I mean to get them straight. Lucille’s very patient, +but she isn’t soothing as you are. It rests one’s eyes +to look at you, but that’s not altogether why I like +you about. I expect it’s because you knew I hadn’t +stolen those plans when everybody else thought I had. +But then why did I tear your letter up?” +</p> +<p>Clare made an abrupt movement. She knew he +must be kept quiet and his brain was not working +normally, but his statement was disturbing. +</p> +<p>“You tore it up?” she asked, with some color in +her face. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick in a puzzled voice, “I tore it all +to bits. There was a reason, though I can’t remember +it. In fact, I can’t remember anything to-day. But +don’t go off if I shut my eyes for a minute: it wouldn’t +be fair.” +</p> +<p>Clare turned her head, but except for this she did +not move, and it was a relief when after a few disjointed +remarks his voice died away. She was moved +to pity, but for a few moments she had quivered in +the grasp of another emotion. It was obvious that +Dick did not altogether know what he was saying, but +he had shown her plainly the place she had in his +mind, and she knew she would not like to lose it. +</p> +<p>Half an hour later Lucille came in quietly and +Clare went away. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XI_CLARE_GETS_A_SHOCK' id='XI_CLARE_GETS_A_SHOCK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h3>CLARE GETS A SHOCK</h3> +</div> + +<p>For a week the stagnant heat brooded over Santa +Brigida, sucking up the citizens’ energy and leaving +limp depression. Steaming showers that broke +at intervals filled the air with an enervating damp, and +the nights were worse than the days. No draught +crept through the slits of windows into the darkened +houses, and the musty smell that characterizes old +Spanish cities gathered in the patios and sweltering +rooms. +</p> +<p>This reacted upon Dick, who had a bad relapse, +and for some days caused his nurses grave anxiety. +There was sickness in the town and the doctor could +spare but little time to him, the nursing sister was +occupied, and Dick was, for the most part, left to +Clare and Lucille. They did what they could; the +girl with pitiful tenderness, the mulatto woman with +patience and some skill, but Dick did not know until +afterwards that, in a measure, he owed his life to them. +Youth, however, was on his side, the delirium left +him, and after lying for a day or two in half-conscious +stupor, he came back to his senses, weak but +with unclouded mind. He knew he was getting better +and his recovery would not be long, but his satisfaction +was marred by keen bitterness. Clare had +stolen his papers and ruined him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span></p> +<p>Point by point he recalled his visit to Kenwardine’s +house, trying to find something that could be urged +in the girl’s defense and when he failed seeking excuses +for her; but her guilt was obvious. He hated +to own it, but the proof was overwhelming. She knew +the power of her beauty and had treated him as a +confiding fool. He was not revengeful and had been +a fool, but it hurt him badly to realize that she was +not what he had thought. He hardly spoke to Lucille, +who came in now and then, and did not ask for Clare, +as he had hitherto done. The girl did not know this +because she was taking the rest she needed after a +week of strain. +</p> +<p>Jake was his first visitor next morning and Dick +asked for a cigarette. +</p> +<p>“I’m well enough to do what I like again,” he said. +“I expect you came here now and then.” +</p> +<p>“I did, but they would only let me see you once. +I suppose you know you were very ill?” +</p> +<p>“Yes; I feel like that. But I dare say you saw +Kenwardine. It looks as if this is his house.” +</p> +<p>“It is. We brought you here because it’s near the +street where you got stabbed.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing for a minute, and then asked: +“What’s Kenwardine doing in Santa Brigida?” +</p> +<p>“It’s hard to say. Like other foreigners in the +town, he’s probably here for what he can get; looking +for concessions or a trading monopoly of some kind.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick. “I’m not sure. But do you +like him?” +</p> +<p>“Yes. He strikes me as a bit of an adventurer, +but so are the rest of them, and he’s none the worse +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span> +for that. Trying to get ahead of dago politicians is +a risky job.” +</p> +<p>“Is he running this place as a gambling house?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake warmly; “that’s much too strong. +There is some card play evenings, and I’ve lost a few +dollars myself, but the stakes are moderate and anything +he makes on the bank wouldn’t be worth while. +He enjoys a game, that’s all. So do other people; +we’re not all like you.” +</p> +<p>“Did you see Miss Kenwardine when you came +for a game?” +</p> +<p>“I did, but I want to point out that I came to see +you. She walked through the patio, where we generally +sat, and spoke to us pleasantly, but seldom +stopped more than a minute. A matter of politeness, +I imagine, and no doubt she’d sooner have stayed +away.” +</p> +<p>“Kenwardine ought to keep her away. One wonders +why he brought the girl to a place like this.” +</p> +<p>Jake frowned thoughtfully. “Perhaps your remark +is justified, in a sense, but you mustn’t carry +the idea too far. He’s not using his daughter as an +attraction; it’s unthinkable.” +</p> +<p>“That is so,” agreed Dick. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake, “I allow that our talking about +it is in pretty bad taste, but my view is this: Somehow, +I don’t think Kenwardine has much money and +he may feel he has to give the girl a chance.” +</p> +<p>“To marry some gambling rake?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake sharply. “It doesn’t follow that +a man is trash because he stakes a dollar or two now +and then, and there are some pretty straight fellows +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span> +in Santa Brigida.” Then he paused and grinned. +“Take yourself, for example; you’ve talent enough +to carry you some way, and I’m open to allow you’re +about as sober as a man could be.” +</p> +<p>“As it happens, I’m not eligible,” Dick rejoined +with a touch of grimness. “Kenwardine wouldn’t +think me worth powder and shot, and I’ve a disadvantage +you don’t know of yet.” +</p> +<p>“Anyhow, it strikes me you’re taking a rather +strange line. Kenwardine let us bring you here when +you were badly hurt, and Miss Kenwardine has given +herself a good deal of trouble about you. In fact, I +guess you owe it to her that you’re recovering.” +</p> +<p>“That’s true, I think,” said Dick. “I can’t remember +much about my illness, but I’ve a notion that +she took very good care of me. Still, there’s no reason +I should give her further trouble when I’m getting +better, and I want you to make arrangements for +carrying me back to the dam. Perhaps a hammock +would be the best plan.” +</p> +<p>“You’re not fit to be moved yet.” +</p> +<p>“I’m going, anyhow,” Dick replied with quiet resolution. +</p> +<p>After trying in vain to persuade him, Jake went +away, and soon afterwards Kenwardine came in. The +light was strong and Dick noted the touches of gray +in his short, dark hair, but except for this he looked +young and athletic. His figure was graceful, his dress +picturesque, for he wore white duck with a colored silk +shirt and red sash, and he had an easy, good-humored +manner. Sitting down close by, he gave Dick a +friendly smile. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span></p> +<p>“I’m glad to find you looking better, but am surprised +to hear you think of leaving us,” he said. +</p> +<p>“My work must be falling behind and Stuyvesant +has nobody to put in my place.” +</p> +<p>“He sent word that they were getting on all right,” +Kenwardine remarked. +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid he was overstating it with a good motive. +Then, you see, I have given you and Miss Kenwardine +a good deal of trouble and can’t take advantage +of your kindness any longer. It would be an +unfair advantage, because I’m getting well. Of course +I’m very grateful, particularly as I have no claim on +you.” +</p> +<p>“That is a point you can hardly urge. You are +a countryman, and your cousin is a friend of mine. I +think on that ground we are justified in regarding you +as an acquaintance.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for a few moments. He felt that +had things been different he would have liked Kenwardine. +The man had charm and had placed him +under a heavy obligation. Dick admitted this frankly, +but could not stay any longer in his house. He had, +however, a better reason for going than his dislike to +accepting Kenwardine’s hospitality. Clare had robbed +him and he must get away before he thought of her +too much. It was an awkward situation and he feared +he had not tact enough to deal with it. +</p> +<p>“The truth is, I’ve no wish to renew my acquaintance +with people I met in England, and I went to +America in order to avoid doing so,” he said. “You +know what happened before I left.” +</p> +<p>“Yes; but I think you are exaggerating its importance. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +After all, you’re not the only man who has, +through nothing worse than carelessness, had a black +mark put against his name. You may have a chance +yet of showing that the thing was a mistake.” +</p> +<p>“Then I must wait until the chance comes,” Dick +answered firmly. +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Kenwardine. “Since this means +you’re determined to go, we must try to make it as +easy as possible for you. I’ll see the doctor and Mr. +Fuller.” +</p> +<p>He went out, and by and by Clare came in and noted +a difference in Dick. He had generally greeted her +as eagerly as his weakness allowed, and showed his +dependence on her, but now his face was hard and +resolute. The change was puzzling and disturbing. +</p> +<p>“My father tells me you want to go away,” she +remarked. +</p> +<p>“I don’t want to, but I must,” Dick answered with +a candor he had not meant to show. “You see, things +I ought to be looking after will all go wrong at the +dam.” +</p> +<p>“Isn’t that rather egotistical?” Clare asked with +a forced smile. “I have seen Mr. Bethune, who +doesn’t look overworked and probably doesn’t mind +the extra duty. In fact, he said so.” +</p> +<p>“People sometimes say such things, but when they +have to do a good deal more than usual they mind +very much. Anyhow, it isn’t fair to ask them, and +that’s one reason for my going away.” +</p> +<p>Clare colored and her eyes began to sparkle. “Do +you think we mind?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” Dick answered awkwardly, feeling that +he was not getting on very well. “I know how kind +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span> +you are and that you wouldn’t shirk any trouble. But +still——” +</p> +<p>“Suppose we don’t think it a trouble?” +</p> +<p>Dick knitted his brows. It was hard to believe that +the girl who sat watching him with a puzzled look +was an adventuress. He had made her blush, and +had come near to making her angry, while an adventuress +would not have shown her feelings so easily. +The light that shone through the window touched her +face, and he noted its delicate modeling, the purity of +her skin, and the softness of her eyes. The sparkle +had gone, and they were pitiful. Clare had forgiven +his ingratitude because he was ill. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “what you think doesn’t alter the +fact that I have given you trouble and kept you awake +looking after me at night. I wasn’t always quite +sensible, but I remember how often you sat here and +brought me cool things to drink. Indeed, I expect +you helped to save my life.” He paused and resumed +in a voice that thrilled with feeling: “This wasn’t +all you did. When I was having a very bad time before +I left England and everybody believed the worst, +you sent me a letter saying that you knew I was innocent.” +</p> +<p>“You told me you tore up the letter,” Clare remarked +quietly. +</p> +<p>Dick’s face got red. He had not taken the line +he meant to take and was obviously making a mess +of things. +</p> +<p>“Are you sure I wasn’t delirious?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t think so. Did you tear up the letter?” +</p> +<p>He gave her a steady look, for he saw that he must +nerve himself to face the situation. It was unfortunate +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span> +that he was too ill to deal with it properly, but +he must do the best he could. +</p> +<p>“I’ll answer that if you’ll tell me how you knew +I was innocent.” +</p> +<p>Clare looked puzzled, as if his manner had jarred; +and Dick saw that she was not acting. Her surprise +was real. He could not understand this, but felt +ashamed of himself. +</p> +<p>“In a sense, of course, I didn’t know,” she answered +with a touch of embarrassment. “Still, I +felt you didn’t steal the plans. It seemed impossible.” +</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Dick, who was silent for the +next few moments. He thought candor was needed +and had meant to be frank, but he could not wound +the girl who had taken care of him. +</p> +<p>“Anyhow, I lost the papers and that was almost +as bad,” he resumed feebly. “When you get into +trouble people don’t care much whether you’re a rogue +or a fool. You’re in disgrace and that’s all that matters. +However, I mustn’t bore you with my grumbling. +I’m getting better and they want me at the +dam.” +</p> +<p>“Then I suppose you must go as soon as you are +able,” Clare agreed, and began to talk about something +else. +</p> +<p>She left him soon and Dick lay still, frowning. It +had been a trying interview and he doubted if he had +come through it well, but hoped Clare would make +allowances for his being ill. He did not want her to +think him ungrateful, and had certainly no wish to +punish her for what had happened in the past. But +she had stolen his papers and he must get away. +</p> +<p>He was taken away next morning, with the consent +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span> +of the doctor, who agreed that the air would be more +invigorating on the hill. Clare did not come down +to see him off and Dick felt strangely disappointed, +although she had wished him a quick recovery on the +previous evening. Kenwardine, however, helped him +into his hammock and after the carriers started went +back to the room where Clare sat. He noted that +although the sun was hot the shutter was not drawn +across the window, which commanded the street. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “Mr. Brandon has gone and on +the whole that’s a relief.” +</p> +<p>“Do you know why he went so soon?” Clare asked. +</p> +<p>Kenwardine sat down and looked at her thoughtfully. +He was fond of Clare, though he found her +something of an embarrassment now and then. He +was not rich and ran certain risks that made his ability +to provide for her doubtful, while she had no marked +talents to fall back upon if things went against him. +There was, however, the possibility that her beauty +might enable her to make a good marriage, and although +Kenwardine could not do much at present to +forward this plan he must try to prevent any undesirable +entanglement. Brandon, for example, was not +to be thought of, but he suspected Clare of some liking +for the young man. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” he said, “I know and sympathize with him. +In fact, I quite see why he found it difficult to stay. +The situation was only tolerable while he was very +ill.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine meant to tell her. It was better that +she should smart a little now than suffer worse afterwards. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span></p> +<p>“As soon as he began to get better Brandon remembered +that we were the cause of his misfortunes. +You can see how this complicated things.” +</p> +<p>“But we had nothing to do with them,” Clare said +sharply. “What made him think we had?” +</p> +<p>“It’s not an illogical conclusion when he imagines +that he lost his papers in our house.” +</p> +<p>Clare got up with a red flush in her face and her +eyes sparkling. “It’s absurd!” she exclaimed. “He +must have been delirious when he said so.” +</p> +<p>“He didn’t say so in as many words; Brandon has +some taste. But he was perfectly sensible and intended +me to see what he meant.” +</p> +<p>The girl stood still, trembling with anger and confusion, +and Kenwardine felt sorry for her. She was +worse hurt than he had expected, but she would rally. +</p> +<p>“But he couldn’t have been robbed while he was +with us,” she said with an effort, trying to understand +Dick’s point of view. “He hadn’t an overcoat, so +the plans must have been in the pocket of his uniform, +and nobody except myself was near him.” +</p> +<p>She stopped with a gasp as she remembered how +she had slipped and seized Dick. In doing so her +hand had caught his pocket. Everything was plain +now, and for a few moments she felt overwhelmed. +Her face blanched, but her eyes were hard and very +bright. +</p> +<p>Kenwardine left her, feeling that Brandon would +have cause to regret his rashness if he ever attempted +to renew her acquaintance, and Clare sat down and +tried to conquer her anger. This was difficult, because +she had received an intolerable insult. Brandon +thought her a thief! It was plain that he did so, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +because the change in his manner bore out all her +father had said, and there was no other explanation. +Then she blushed with shame as she realized that +from his point of view her unconventional behavior +warranted his suspicions. She had asked him to come +into the garden and had written him a note! This +was horribly foolish and she must pay for it, but she +had been mistaken about his character. +</p> +<p>She had, as a rule, avoided the men she met at her +father’s house and had shrunk with frank repugnance +from one or two, but Brandon had seemed different. +Then he had watched for her when he was ill and +she had seen his heavy eyes get brighter when she +came into the room. Now, however, she understood +him better. She had some beauty and he had been +satisfied with her physical attractiveness, although he +thought her a thief. This was worse than the coarse +admiration of the men she had feared. It was unthinkably +humiliating, but her anger helped her to bear +the blow. After all, she was fortunate in finding out +what Brandon was, since it might have been worse +had the knowledge come later. There was a sting in +this that rankled, but she could banish him from her +thoughts now. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XII_DICK_KEEPS_HIS_PROMISE' id='XII_DICK_KEEPS_HIS_PROMISE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h3>DICK KEEPS HIS PROMISE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Twinkling points of light that pierced the +darkness lower down the hill marked the colored +laborers’ camp, and voices came up faintly +through the still air. The range cut off the land +breeze, though now and then a wandering draught +flickered down the hollow spanned by the dam, and +a smell of hot earth and damp jungle hung about the +veranda of Dick’s iron shack. He sat near a lamp, +with a drawing-board on his knee, while Jake lounged +in a canvas chair, smoking and occasionally glancing +at the sheet of figures in his hand. His expression +was gloomily resigned. +</p> +<p>“I suppose you’ll have things ready for us in the +morning,” Dick said presently. +</p> +<p>“François’ accounts are checked and I’m surprised +to find them right, but I imagine the other calculations +will not be finished. Anyhow, it won’t make much +difference whether they are or not. I guess you know +that!” +</p> +<p>“Well, of course, if you can’t manage to do the +lot——” +</p> +<p>“I don’t say it’s impossible,” Jake rejoined. “But +beginning work before breakfast is bad enough, without +going on after dinner. Understand that I don’t +question your authority to find me a job at night; it’s +your object that makes me kick.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span></p> +<p>“We want the calculations made before we set the +boys to dig.” +</p> +<p>“Then why didn’t you give me them when I was +doing nothing this afternoon?” Jake inquired. +</p> +<p>“I hadn’t got the plans ready.” +</p> +<p>“Just so. You haven’t had things ready for me +until after dinner all this week. As you’re a methodical +fellow that’s rather strange. Still, if you really +want the job finished, I’ll have to do my best, but +I’m going out first for a quarter of an hour.” +</p> +<p>“You needn’t,” Dick said dryly. “If you mean +to tell the engineer not to wait, he’s gone. I sent him +off some time since.” +</p> +<p>“Of course you had a right to send him off,” Jake +replied in an injured tone. “But I don’t quite +think——” +</p> +<p>“You know what your father pays for coal. Have +you reckoned what it costs to keep a locomotive two +or three hours for the purpose of taking you to Santa +Brigida and back?” +</p> +<p>“I haven’t, but I expect the old man wouldn’t stand +for my running a private car,” Jake admitted. “However, +it’s the only way of getting into town.” +</p> +<p>“You were there three nights last week. What’s +more, you tried to draw your next month’s wages. +That struck me as significant, though I’d fortunately +provided against it.” +</p> +<p>“So I found out. I suppose I ought to be grateful +for your thoughtfulness but can’t say I am. I wanted +the money because I had a run of wretched luck.” +</p> +<p>“At the casino?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake, shortly. +</p> +<p>“Then you were at Kenwardine’s; I’ll own that’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span> +what I wanted to prevent. He’s a dangerous man +and his house is no place for you.” +</p> +<p>“One would hardly expect you to speak against +him. Considering everything, it’s perhaps not quite +in good taste.” +</p> +<p>Dick put down the drawing-board and looked at +him steadily. “It’s very bad taste. In fact, I find +myself in a very awkward situation. Your father +gave me a fresh start when I needed it badly, and +agreed when your sister put you in my charge.” +</p> +<p>“Ida’s sometimes a bit officious,” Jake remarked. +</p> +<p>“Well,” Dick continued, “I promised to look after +you, and although I didn’t know what I was undertaking, +the promise must be kept. It’s true that Kenwardine +afterwards did me a great service; but his +placing me under an obligation doesn’t relieve me +from the other, which I’d incurred first.” +</p> +<p>Somewhat to his surprise, Jake nodded agreement. +“No, not from your point of view. But what makes +you think Kenwardine <i>is</i> dangerous?” +</p> +<p>“I can’t answer. You had better take it for granted +that I know what I’m talking about, and keep away +from him.” +</p> +<p>“As a matter of fact, it was Miss Kenwardine to +whom you owed most,” Jake said meaningly. “Do +you suggest that she’s dangerous, too?” +</p> +<p>Dick frowned and his face got red, but he said +nothing, and Jake resumed: “There’s a mystery +about the matter and you know more than you intend +to tell; but if you blame the girl for anything, you’re +absolutely wrong. If you’ll wait a minute, I’ll show +you what I mean.” +</p> +<p>He went into the shack and came back with a drawing-block +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span> +which he stood upon the table under the +lamp, and Dick saw that it was a water-color portrait +of Clare Kenwardine. He did not know much about +pictures, but it was obvious that Jake had talent. The +girl stood in the patio, with a pale-yellow wall behind +her, over which a vivid purple creeper trailed. Her +lilac dress showed the graceful lines of her slender +figure against the harmonious background, and +matched the soft blue of her eyes and the delicate +white and pink of her skin. The patio was flooded +with strong sunlight, but the girl looked strangely +fresh and cool. +</p> +<p>“I didn’t mean to show you this, but it’s the best +way of explaining what I think,” Jake said with some +diffidence. “I’m weak in technique, because I haven’t +been taught, but I imagine I’ve got sensibility. It’s +plain that when you paint a portrait you must study +form and color, but there’s something else that you can +only feel. I don’t mean the character that’s expressed +by the mouth and eyes; it’s something vague and elusive +that psychologists give you a hint of when they +talk about the <i>aura</i>. Of course you can’t paint it, but +unless it, so to speak, glimmers through the work, your +portrait’s dead.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t quite understand; but sometimes things +do give you an impression you can’t analyze,” Dick +replied. +</p> +<p>“Well, allowing for poor workmanship, all you see +here’s harmonious. The blues and purples and yellows +tone, and yet, if I’ve got the hot glare of the sun +right, you feel that the figure’s exotic and doesn’t belong +to the scene. The latter really needs an olive-skinned +daughter of the passionate South; but the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span> +girl I’ve painted ought to walk in the moonlight through +cool forest glades.” +</p> +<p>Dick studied the picture silently, for he remembered +with disturbing emotion that he had felt what Jake +suggested when he first met Clare Kenwardine. She +was frank, but somehow remote and aloof; marked +by a strange refinement he could find no name for. +He was glad that Jake did not seem to expect him to +speak, but after a few moments the latter wrapped +up the portrait and took it away. When he came back +he lighted a cigarette. +</p> +<p>“Now,” he said, “do you think it’s sensible to distrust +a girl like that? Admitting that her father +makes a few dollars by gambling, can you believe that +living with him throws any taint on her?” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. Clare had stolen his papers. This +seemed impossible, but it was true. Yet when he +looked up he answered as his heart urged him: +</p> +<p>“No. It sounds absurd.” +</p> +<p>“It is absurd,” Jake said firmly. +</p> +<p>Neither spoke for the next minute, and then Dick +frowned at a disturbing thought. Could the lad understand +Clare so well unless he loved her? +</p> +<p>“That picture must have taken some time to paint. +Did Miss Kenwardine often pose for you?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake, rather dryly; “in fact, she didn’t +really pose at all. I had trouble to get permission to +make one or two quick sketches, and worked up the +rest from memory.” +</p> +<p>“Yet she let you sketch her. It was something of +a privilege.” +</p> +<p>Jake smiled in a curious way. “I think I see what +you mean. Miss Kenwardine likes me, but although +I’ve some artistic taste, I’m frankly flesh and blood; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span> +and that’s not quite her style. She finds me a little +more in harmony with her than the rest, but this is +all. Still, it’s something to me. Now you understand +matters, perhaps you won’t take so much trouble +to keep me out of Santa Brigida.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll do my best to keep you away from Kenwardine,” +Dick declared. +</p> +<p>“Very well,” Jake answered with a grin. “You’re +quite a good sort, though you’re not always very +smart, and I can’t blame you for doing what you think +is your duty.” +</p> +<p>Then he set to work on his calculations and there +was silence on the veranda. +</p> +<p>Dick kept him occupied for the next week, and then +prudently decided not to press the lad too hard by +finding him work that obviously need not be done. +If he was to preserve his power, it must be used with +caution. The first evening Jake was free he started +for Santa Brigida, though as there was no longer a +locomotive available, he got two laborers to take him +down the line on a hand-car. After that he had some +distance to walk and arrived at Kenwardine’s powdered +with dust. It was a hot night and he found +Kenwardine and three or four others in the patio. +</p> +<p>A small, shaded lamp stood upon the table they +had gathered round, and the light sparkled on delicate +green glasses and a carafe of wine. It touched the +men’s white clothes, and then, cut off by the shade, +left their faces in shadow and fell upon the tiles. A +colored paper lantern, however, hung from a wire near +an outside staircase and Jake saw Clare a short distance +away. It looked as if she had stopped in crossing +the patio, but as he came forward Kenwardine +got up. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span></p> +<p>“It’s some time since we have seen you,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake. “I meant to come before, but +couldn’t get away.” +</p> +<p>“Then you have begun to take your business seriously?” +</p> +<p>“My guardian does.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Kenwardine, speaking rather louder, +“if you mean Mr. Brandon, I certainly thought him +a serious person. But what has this to do with your +coming here?” +</p> +<p>“He found me work that kept me busy evenings.” +</p> +<p>“With the object of keeping you out of mischief?” +</p> +<p>“I imagine he meant something of the kind,” Jake +admitted with a chuckle. He glanced round, and felt +he had been too frank, as his eyes rested on Clare. +He could not see her face, but thought she was listening. +</p> +<p>“Then it looks as if he believed we were dangerous +people for you to associate with,” Kenwardine remarked, +with a smile. “Well, I suppose we’re not +remarkable for the conventional virtues.” +</p> +<p>Jake, remembering Dick had insisted that Kenwardine +was dangerous, felt embarrassed as he noted +that Clare was now looking at him. To make things +worse, he thought Kenwardine had meant her to hear. +</p> +<p>“I expect he really was afraid of my going to the +casino,” he answered as carelessly as he could. +</p> +<p>“Though he would not be much relieved to find +you had come to my house instead? Well, I suppose +one must make allowances for the Puritan character.” +</p> +<p>“Brandon isn’t much of a Puritan, and he’s certainly +not a prig,” Jake objected. +</p> +<p>Kenwardine laughed. “I’m not sure this explanation +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span> +makes things much better, but we’ll let it go. We +were talking about the new water supply. It’s a harmless +subject and you ought to be interested.” +</p> +<p>Jake sat down and stole a glance at Clare as he +drank a glass of wine. There was nothing to be +learned from her face, but he was vexed with Kenwardine, +who had intentionally involved him in an +awkward situation. Jake admitted that he had not +dealt with it very well. For all that, he began to talk +about the irrigation works and the plans for bringing +water to the town, and was relieved to see that Clare +had gone when he next looked round. +</p> +<p>As a matter of fact, Clare had quietly stolen away +and was sitting on a balcony in the dark, tingling +with anger and humiliation. She imagined that she +had banished Brandon from her thoughts and was +alarmed to find that he had still power to wound her. +It had been a shock to learn he believed that she had +stolen his papers; but he had now warned his companion +against her father and no doubt herself. +Jake’s manner when questioned had seemed to indicate +this. +</p> +<p>By and by she tried, not to make excuses for Brandon, +but to understand his point of view, and was +forced to admit that it was not unreasonable. Her +father now and then allowed, or perhaps encouraged, +his guests to play for high stakes, and she had hated +to see the evening gatherings of extravagant young +men at their house in England. Indeed, she had +eagerly welcomed the change when he had offered to +take her abroad because business necessitated his leaving +the country. Things had been better at Santa +Brigida, but after a time the card playing had begun +again. The men who now came to their house were, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span> +however, of a different type from the rather dissipated +youths she had previously met. They were +quieter and more reserved; men of experience who +had known adventure. Still, she disliked their coming +and had sometimes felt she must escape from a +life that filled her with repugnance. The trouble was +that she did not know where to find a refuge and could +not force herself to leave her father, who had treated +her with good-humored indulgence. +</p> +<p>Then she began to wonder what was the business +that had brought him to Santa Brigida. He did not +talk about it, but she was sure it was not gambling, +as Brandon thought. No doubt he won some money +from his friends, but it could not be much and he +must lose at times. She must look for another explanation +and it was hard to find. Men who did not +play cards came to the house in the daytime and occasionally +late at night, and Kenwardine, who wrote a +good many letters, now and then went away down the +coast. There was a mystery about his occupation that +puzzled and vaguely alarmed her, and she could turn +to nobody for advice. She had refused her aunt’s +offer of a home and knew it would not be renewed. +They had cast her off and done with her. Getting +up presently with a troubled sigh, she went to her +room. +</p> +<p>In the meantime, Jake stayed in the patio with the +others. A thin, dark Spaniard, who spoke English +well, and two Americans occupied the other side of +the table; a fat German sat nearly opposite the Spaniard +and next to Jake. The heat made them languid +and nobody wanted to play cards, although there was +a pack on the table. This happened oftener than +Brandon thought. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span></p> +<p>“It’s a depressing night and an enervating country,” +Kenwardine remarked. “I wonder why we stay +here as we do, since we’re apt to leave it as poor as +when we came. The people are an unstable lot, and +when you’ve spent your time and energy developing +what you hope is a profitable scheme, some change of +policy or leaders suddenly cuts it short.” +</p> +<p>“I guess that explains why we <i>are</i> here,” one of +the Americans replied. “The South is the home of +the dramatic surprise and this appeals to us. In the +North, they act by rule and one knows, more or less, +what will happen; but this gives one no chances to bet +upon.” +</p> +<p>The fat German nodded. “It is the gambler’s point +of view. You people take with pleasure steep chances, +as they say, but mine act not so. The system is better. +One calculates beforehand what may happen and +it is provided for. If things do not go as one expects, +one labors to change them, and when this is not possible +adopts an alternative plan.” +</p> +<p>“But there always is a plan, Señor Richter!” the +Spaniard remarked. +</p> +<p>Richter smiled. “With us, I think that is true. +Luck is more fickle than a woman and we like not the +surprise. But our effort is to be prepared for it.” +</p> +<p>“You’re a pretty hard crowd to run up against,” +said the other American. +</p> +<p>Jake, who had taken no part in the recent talk, and +leaned languidly back in his chair, turned his head as +he heard footsteps in the patio. They were quick and +decided, as if somebody was coming straight towards +the table, but they stopped suddenly. This seemed +strange and Jake, who had caught a glimpse of a man +in white clothes, looked round to see if Kenwardine +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span> +had made him a sign. The latter, however, was lighting +his pipe, but the Spaniard leaned forward a little, +as if trying to see across the patio. Jake thought he +would find this difficult with the light of the lamp in +his eyes, but Richter, who sat opposite, got up and +reached across the table. +</p> +<p>“With excuses, Don Sebastian, but the wine is on +your side,” he said, and filled his glass from the decanter +before he sat down. +</p> +<p>In the meantime the man who had come in was +waiting, but seemed to have moved, because Jake could +only see an indistinct figure in the gloom. +</p> +<p>“Is that you, Enrique?” Kenwardine asked when +he had lighted his pipe. +</p> +<p>“<i>Sí, señor</i>,” a voice answered, and Kenwardine +made a sign of dismissal. +</p> +<p>“<i>Bueno!</i> You can tell me about it to-morrow. I +am engaged now.” +</p> +<p>The footsteps began again and when they died away +Kenwardine picked up the cards. +</p> +<p>“Shall we play for half an hour?” he asked. +</p> +<p>The others agreed, but the stakes were moderate +and nobody took much interest in the game; and Jake +presently left the house without seeing anything more +of Clare. He felt he had wasted the evening, but as +he walked back to the line he thought about the man +whom Kenwardine had sent away. He did not think +the fellow was one of the servants, and it seemed +strange that Richter should have got up and stood in +front of Don Sebastian when the latter was trying to +see across the patio. Still, there was no apparent +reason why the Spaniard should want to see who had +come in, and Jake dismissed the matter. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIII_THE_RETURN_FROM_THE_FIESTA' id='XIII_THE_RETURN_FROM_THE_FIESTA'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h3>THE RETURN FROM THE FIESTA</h3> +</div> + +<p>The sure-footed mules, braced hard against the +weight of the carriage, slid down a steep descent +across slippery stones when Clare, who wondered what +would happen if the worn-out harness broke, rode into +Adexe. Gleaming white houses rose one above another +among feathery palms, with a broad streak of +darker green in their midst to mark the shady alameda. +Behind, the dark range towered against the +sky; in front lay a foam-fringed beach and the vast +blue sweep of dazzling sea. Music came up through +the languid murmur of the surf, and the steep streets +were filled with people whose clothes made patches of +brilliant color. The carriage jolted safely down the +hill, and Clare looked about with interest as they turned +into the central plaza, where the driver stopped. +</p> +<p>“It’s a picturesque little town and I’m glad you +brought me,” she said. “But what does the fiesta +they’re holding celebrate?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know; the first landing of the Spaniards, +perhaps,” Kenwardine replied. “Anyhow, it’s a popular +function, and as everybody in the neighborhood +takes part in it, I came with the object of meeting some +people I do business with. In fact, I may have to +leave you for a time with the wife of a Spaniard whom +I know.” +</p> +<p>When coming down the hillside Clare had noticed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span> +a sugar mill and an ugly coaling wharf that ran out +into the bay. Two steamers lay not far off, rolling +gently on the glittering swell, and several lighters were +moored against the wharf. Since she had never +heard him speak of coal, she imagined her father’s +business was with the sugar mill, but he seldom talked +to her about such matters and she did not ask. He +took her to an old, yellow house, with tarnished brass +rails barring its lower windows and a marble fountain +in the patio, where brilliant creepers hung from +the balconies. The soft splash of falling water was +soothing and the spray cooled the air. +</p> +<p>“It is very pretty,” Clare said while they waited. +“I wish we could make our patio like this.” +</p> +<p>“We may be able to do so when Brandon and his +friends bring us the water,” Kenwardine replied with +a quick glance at the girl. “Have you seen him recently?” +</p> +<p>“Not for three or four weeks,” said Clare. +</p> +<p>There was nothing to be learned from her face, +but Kenwardine noted a hint of coldness in her voice. +Next moment, however, a stout lady in a black dress, +and a thin, brown-faced Spaniard came down to meet +them. Kenwardine presented Clare, and for a time +they sat on a balcony, talking in a mixture of French +and Castilian. Then a man came up the outside staircase +and took off his hat as he turned to Kenwardine. +He had a swarthy skin, but Clare carelessly remarked +that the hollows about his eyes were darker than the +rest of his face, as if they had been overlooked in a +hurried wash, and his bare feet were covered with +fine, black dust. +</p> +<p>“Don Martin waits you, señor,” he said. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span></p> +<p>Kenwardine excused himself to his hostess, and +after promising to return before long went away with +the man. +</p> +<p>“Who is Don Martin, and does he own the coaling +wharf?” Clare asked. +</p> +<p>“No,” said the Spaniard. “What makes you imagine +so?” +</p> +<p>“There was some coal-dust on his messenger.” +</p> +<p>The Spaniard laughed. “Your eyes are as keen +as they are bright, señorita, but your father spoke of +business and he does not deal in coal. They use it +for the engine at the sugar mill.” +</p> +<p>“Could I follow him to the mill? I would like to +see how they extract the sugar from the cane.” +</p> +<p>“It is not a good day for that; the machinery will +not be running,” said the Spaniard, who looked at his +wife. +</p> +<p>“I meant to take you to the cathedral. Everybody +goes on the fiesta,” the lady broke in. +</p> +<p>Clare agreed. She suspected that her father had +not gone to the sugar mill, but this did not matter, +and she presently left the house with her hostess. The +small and rather dark cathedral was crowded, and +Clare, who understood very little of what went on, +was impressed by the close rows of kneeling figures, +while the candles glimmering through the incense, and +the music, had their effect. She came out in a thoughtful +mood, partly dazzled by the change of light, and +it was with something of a shock she stopped to avoid +collision with a man at the bottom of the steps. It +was Brandon, and she noted that he looked well again, +but although they were face to face and he waited +with his eyes fixed on her, she turned away and spoke +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span> +to her companion. Dick crossed the street with his +hand clenched and his face hot, but felt that he had +deserved his rebuff. He could not expect Miss Kenwardine +to meet him as a friend. +</p> +<p>An hour or two later, Kenwardine returned to the +house with Richter, the German, and said he found +he must drive to a village some distance off to meet +an official whom he had expected to see in the town. +He doubted if he could get back that night, but a +sailing barquillo would take passengers to Santa +Brigida, and Clare could go home by her. The girl +made no objection when she heard that two French +ladies, whom she knew, were returning by the boat, +and stayed with her hostess when Kenwardine and +Richter left. Towards evening the Spaniard came +in and stated that the barquillo had sailed earlier than +had been announced, but a steam launch was going +to Santa Brigida with some friends of his on board +and he could get Clare a passage if she would sooner +go. Señor Kenwardine, he added, might drive home +by another road without calling there again. +</p> +<p>Half an hour later Clare went with him to the coaling +wharf, where a launch lay at some steps. A few +people were already on board, and her host left after +putting her in charge of a Spanish lady. The girl +imagined that he was glad to get rid of her, and +thought there was something mysterious about her +father’s movements. Something he had not expected +must have happened, because he would not have +brought her if he had known he could not take her +home. It was, however, not a long run to Santa +Brigida, by sea, and the launch, which had a powerful +engine, looked fast. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span></p> +<p>In another few minutes a man came down the steps +and threw off a rope before he jumped on board. +Taking off his hat to the passengers, he started the +engine and sat down at the helm. Clare did not see +his face until the launch was gliding away from the +wharf, and then hid her annoyance and surprise, for +it was Brandon. His eyes rested on her for a moment +as he glanced about the boat, but she saw he did +not expect recognition. Perhaps she had been wrong +when she passed him outside the cathedral, but it was +now too late to change her attitude. +</p> +<p>The water was smooth, the sun had sunk behind the +range, and a warm breeze that ruffled the shining surface +with silky ripples blew off the shore. The rumble +of the surf came in a deep undertone through the +throb of the engine, and the launch sped on with a +frothy wave curling at her bows. Now and then +Clare glanced quickly at the helmsman, who sat with +his arm thrown round the tiller. She thought he +looked disturbed, and felt sorry, though she told herself +that she had done the proper thing. +</p> +<p>After a time the launch swung in towards the beach +and stopped at a rude landing behind a reef. Houses +showed among the trees not far off and Clare thought +this was the pueblo of Arenas. Then she was disturbed +to see that all her companions were going to +land. When the Spanish lady said good-by she got +up, with the idea of following the rest, but Dick +stopped her. +</p> +<p>“Do you expect Mr. Kenwardine to meet you?” +he asked. +</p> +<p>“No. I was told the launch was going to Santa +Brigida, but didn’t know that she was yours.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span></p> +<p>Dick eyes twinkled. “I am going to Santa Brigida +and the boat is one we use, but my colored fireman refused +to leave the fiesta. Now you can’t stay at +Arenas, and I doubt if you can get a mule to take you +home, because they’ll all have gone to Adexe. But, +if you like, we’ll go ashore and try.” +</p> +<p>“You don’t think I could find a carriage?” Clare +asked irresolutely, seeing that if she now showed herself +determined to avoid him, it would be humiliating +to be forced to fall back upon his help. +</p> +<p>“I don’t. Besides, it’s some distance to Santa +Brigida over a rough, steep road that you’d find very +awkward in the dark, while as I can land you in an +hour, it seems unnecessary for you to leave the boat +here.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Clare, “perhaps it is.” +</p> +<p>Dick threw some coal into the furnace, and restarted +the launch. The throb of the engine was +quicker than before, and when a jet of steam blew +away from the escape-pipe Clare imagined that he +meant to lose no time. She glanced at him as he sat +at the helm with a moody face; and then away at +the black hills that slid past. The silence was embarrassing +and she wondered whether he would break +it. On the whole, she wanted him to do so, but would +give him no help. +</p> +<p>“Of course,” he said at length, “you needn’t talk +if you’d sooner not. But you gave me the cut direct +in Adexe, and although I may have deserved it, it +hurt.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t see why it should hurt,” Clare answered +coldly. +</p> +<p>“Don’t you?” he asked. “Well, you have the right +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span> +to choose your acquaintances; but I once thought we +were pretty good friends and I mightn’t have got better +if you hadn’t taken care of me. That ought to +count for something.” +</p> +<p>Clare blushed, but her eyes sparkled and her glance +was steady. “If we are to have an explanation, it +must be complete and without reserve. Very well! +Why did you change when you were getting better? +And why did you hint that I must know you hadn’t +stolen the plans?” +</p> +<p>Dick studied her with some surprise. He had +thought her gentle and trustful, but saw that she +burned with imperious anger. It certainly was not +acting and contradicted the supposition of her guilt. +</p> +<p>“If I did hint anything of the kind, I must have +been a bit light-headed,” he answered awkwardly. +“You get morbid fancies when you have fever.” +</p> +<p>“The fever had nearly gone. You were braver +then than you seem to be now.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose that’s true. Sometimes a shock gives +you pluck and I got a nasty one as I began to remember +things.” +</p> +<p>Both were silent for the next few moments. Clare’s +pose was tense and her look strained, but her anger +had vanished. Dick thought she was calmer than +himself, but after all, she was, so to speak, on her +defense and her part was easier than his. He had +forgiven her for robbing him; Kenwardine had forced +her to do so, and Dick regretted he had not hidden his +knowledge of the deed she must have hated. It was +bodily weakness that had led him to show his suspicion, +but he knew that if they were to be friends again +no reserve was possible. As Clare had said, the explanation +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span> +must be complete. It was strange, after +what had happened, that he should want her friendship, +but he did want it, more than anything else. Yet +she must be told plainly what he had thought her. +He shrank from the task. +</p> +<p>“What did you remember?” Clare asked, forcing +herself to look at him. +</p> +<p>“That I had the plans in the left, top pocket of my +uniform when I reached your house; I felt to see if +they were there as I came up the drive,” he answered +doggedly. “Soon afterward, you slipped as we went +down the steps into the garden and in clutching me +your hand caught and pulled the pocket open. It was +a deep pocket and the papers could not have fallen +out.” +</p> +<p>“So you concluded that I had stolen them!” Clare +said in a cold, strained voice, though her face flushed +crimson. +</p> +<p>“What else could I think?” +</p> +<p>Then, though she tried to hide the breakdown, +Clare’s nerve gave way. She had forced the crisis +in order to clear herself, but saw that she could not +do so. Dick’s statement was convincing; the papers +had been stolen while he was in their house, and she +had a horrible suspicion that her father was the thief. +It came with a shock, though she had already been +tormented by a vague fear of the truth that she had +resolutely refused to face. She remembered the men +who were at the house on the eventful night. They +were somewhat dissipated young sportsmen and not +remarkable for intelligence. None of them was +likely to take part in such a plot. +</p> +<p>“You must understand what a serious thing you are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +saying,” she faltered, trying to doubt him and finding +that she could not. +</p> +<p>“I do,” he said, regarding her with gravely pitiful +eyes. “Still, you rather forced it out of me. Perhaps +this is a weak excuse, because I had meant to +forget the matter.” +</p> +<p>“But didn’t you want to clear yourself and get +taken back?” +</p> +<p>“No; I knew it was too late. I’d shown I couldn’t +be trusted with an important job; and I’d made a +fresh start here.” +</p> +<p>His answer touched the girl, and after a quick half-ashamed +glance, she thought she had misjudged him. +It was not her physical charm that had made him willing +to condone her offense, for he showed none of the +bold admiration she had shrunk from in other men. +Instead, he was compassionate and, she imagined, +anxious to save her pain. +</p> +<p>She did not answer and turning her head, vacantly +watched the shore slide past. The mountains were +growing blacker, trails of mist that looked like gauze +gathered in the ravines, and specks of light began to +pierce the gloom ahead. They marked Santa Brigida, +and something must still be said before the launch +reached port. It was painful that Brandon should +take her guilt for granted, but she feared to declare her +innocence. +</p> +<p>“You were hurt when I passed you at Adexe,” she +remarked, without looking at him. “You must, however, +see that friendship between us is impossible while +you think me a thief.” +</p> +<p>“I must try to explain,” Dick said slowly. “When +I recovered my senses at your house after being ill, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span> +I felt I must get away as soon as possible, though +I ought to have remembered only that you had taken +care of me. Still, you see, my mind was weak just +then. Afterwards I realized how ungratefully I had +behaved. The plans didn’t matter; they weren’t really +of much importance, and I knew if you had taken +them, it was because you were forced. That made +all the difference; in a way, you were not to blame. +I’m afraid,” he concluded lamely, “I haven’t made it +very clear.” +</p> +<p>Clare was moved by his naïve honesty, which seemed +to be guarded by something finer than common sense. +After all, he had made things clear. He owned that +he believed she had taken the plans, and yet he did +not think her a thief. On the surface, this was rather +involved, but she saw what he meant. Still, it did not +carry them very far. +</p> +<p>“It is not long since you warned Mr. Fuller against +us,” she resumed. +</p> +<p>“Not against you; that would have been absurd. +However, Jake’s something of a gambler and your +father’s friends play for high stakes. The lad was +put in my hands by people who trusted me to look +after him. I had to justify their confidence.” +</p> +<p>“Of course. But you must understand that my +father and I stand together. What touches him, +touches me.” +</p> +<p>Dick glanced ahead. The lights of Santa Brigida +had drawn out in a broken line, and those near the +beach were large and bright. A hundred yards away, +two twinkling, yellow tracks stretched across the water +from the shadowy bulk of a big cargo boat. Farther +on, he could see the black end of the mole washed by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +frothy surf. There was little time for further talk +and no excuse for stopping the launch. +</p> +<p>“That’s true in a sense,” he agreed with forced +quietness. “I’ve done you an injustice, Miss Kenwardine; +so much is obvious, but I can’t understand +the rest just yet. I suppose I mustn’t ask you to forget +the line I took?” +</p> +<p>“We can’t be friends as if nothing had happened.” +</p> +<p>Dick made a gesture of moody acquiescence. +“Well, perhaps something will clear up the matter +by and by. I must wait, because while it’s difficult +now, I feel it will come right.” +</p> +<p>A minute or two later he ran the launch alongside +a flight of steps on the mole, and helping Clare to +land went with her to her house. They said nothing +on the way, but she gave him her hand when he left +her at the door. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIV_COMPLICATIONS' id='XIV_COMPLICATIONS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h3>COMPLICATIONS</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was dark outside the feeble lamplight, and very +hot, when Dick sat on his veranda after a day +of keen activity in the burning sun. He felt slack +and jaded, for he had had difficult work to do and his +dusky laborers had flagged under the unusual heat. +There was now no touch of coolness in the stagnant +air, and although the camp down the valley was very +quiet a confused hum of insects came out of the jungle. +It rose and fell with a monotonous regularity that +jarred upon Dick’s nerves as he forced himself to +think. +</p> +<p>He was in danger of falling in love with Clare Kenwardine; +indeed, he suspected that it would be better +to face the truth and admit that he had already done +so. The prudent course would be to fight against and +overcome his infatuation; but suppose he found this +impossible, as he feared? It seemed certain that she +had stolen his papers; but after all he did not hold her +accountable. Some day he would learn more about +the matter and find that she was blameless. He had +been a fool to think harshly of her, but he knew now +that his first judgment was right. Clare, who could +not have done anything base and treacherous, was much +too good for him. This, however, was not the subject +with which he meant to occupy himself, because +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span> +if he admitted that he hoped to marry Clare, there were +serious obstacles in his way. +</p> +<p>To begin with, he had made it difficult, if not impossible, +for the girl to treat him with the friendliness +she had previously shown; besides which, Kenwardine +would, no doubt, try to prevent his meeting her, and +his opposition would be troublesome. Then it was +plainly desirable that she should be separated from +her father, who might involve her in his intrigues, because +there was ground for believing that he was a +dangerous man. In the next place, Dick was far from +being able to support a wife accustomed to the extravagance +that Kenwardine practised. It might be long +before he could offer her the lowest standard of comfort +necessary for an Englishwoman in a hot, foreign +country. +</p> +<p>He felt daunted, but not altogether hopeless, and +while he pondered the matter Bethune came in. On +the whole, Dick found his visit a relief. +</p> +<p>“I expect you’ll be glad to hear we can keep the +machinery running,” Bethune said as he sat down. +</p> +<p>Dick nodded. Their fuel was nearly exhausted, +for owing to strikes and shortage of shipping Fuller +had been unable to keep them supplied. +</p> +<p>“Then you have got some coal? As there’s none +at Santa Brigida just now, where’s it coming from?” +</p> +<p>“Adexe. Four big lighter loads. Stuyvesant has +given orders to have them towed round.” +</p> +<p>“I understood the Adexe people didn’t keep a big +stock. The wharf is small.” +</p> +<p>“So did I, but it seems that Kenwardine came to +Stuyvesant and offered him as much as he wanted.” +</p> +<p>“Kenwardine!” Dick exclaimed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span></p> +<p>Bethune lighted his pipe. “Yes, Kenwardine. As +the wharf’s supposed to be owned by Spaniards, I +don’t see what he has to do with it, unless he’s recently +bought them out. Anyhow, it’s high-grade +navigation coal.” +</p> +<p>“Better stuff than we need, but the difference in +price won’t matter if we can keep the concrete mill +going,” Dick remarked thoughtfully. “Still, it’s puzzling. +If Kenwardine has bought the wharf, why’s he +sending the coal away, instead of using it in the regular +bunkering trade?” +</p> +<p>“There’s a hint of mystery about the matter. I +expect you heard about the collier tramp that was +consigned to the French company at Arucas? Owing +to some dispute, they wouldn’t take the cargo and the +shippers put it on the market. Fuller tried to buy +some, but found that another party had got the lot. +Well, Stuyvesant believes it was the German, Richter, +who bought it up.” +</p> +<p>“Jake tells me that Richter’s a friend of Kenwardine’s.” +</p> +<p>“I didn’t know about that,” said Bethune. “They +may have bought the cargo for some particular purpose, +for which they afterwards found it wouldn’t +be required, and now want to sell some off.” +</p> +<p>“Then Kenwardine must have more money than I +thought.” +</p> +<p>“The money may be Richter’s,” Bethune replied. +“However, since we’ll now have coal enough to last +until Fuller sends some out, I don’t know that we +have any further interest in the matter.” +</p> +<p>He glanced keenly at Dick’s thoughtful face; and +then, as the latter did not answer, talked about something +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +else until he got up to go. After he had gone, +Dick leaned back in his chair with a puzzled frown. +He had met Richter and rather liked him, but the +fellow was a German, and it was strange that he +should choose an English partner for his speculations, +as he seemed to have done. But while Kenwardine +was English, Dick’s papers had been stolen at his +house, and his distrust of the man grew stronger. +There was something suspicious about this coal deal, +but he could not tell exactly what his suspicions pointed +to, and by and by he took up the plan of a culvert +they were to begin next morning. +</p> +<p>A few days later, Jake and he sat, one night, in the +stern of the launch, which lay head to sea about half +a mile from the Adexe wharf. The promised coal +had not arrived, and, as fuel was running very short +at the concrete mill, Dick had gone to see that a +supply was sent. It was late when he reached Adexe, +and found nobody in authority about, but three loaded +lighters were moored at the wharf, and a gang of +peons were trimming the coal that was being thrown +on board another. Ahead of the craft lay a small +tug with steam up. As the half-breed foreman declared +that he did not know whether the coal was going +to Santa Brigida or not, Dick boarded the tug and +found her Spanish captain drinking caña with his engineer. +Dick thought one looked at the other meaningly +as he entered the small, hot cabin. +</p> +<p>“I suppose it’s Señor Fuller’s coal in the barges, +and we’re badly in want of it,” he said. “As you +have steam up, you’ll start soon.” +</p> +<p>“We start, yes,” answered the skipper, who spoke +some English, and then paused and shrugged. “I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span> +do not know if we get to Santa Brigida to-night.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” Dick asked. “There’s not very much +wind, and it’s partly off the land.” +</p> +<p>The half-breed engineer described in uncouth Castilian +the difficulties he had had with a defective pump +and leaking glands, and Dick, who did not understand +much of it, went back to his launch. Stopping the +craft a short distance from the harbor, he said to +Jake: “We’ll wait until they start. Somehow I +don’t think they meant to leave to-night if I hadn’t +turned them out.” +</p> +<p>Jake looked to windward. There was a moon in +the sky, which was, however, partly obscured by driving +clouds. The breeze was strong, but, blowing +obliquely off the land did not ruffle the sea much near +the beach. A long swell, however, worked in, and +farther out the white tops of the combers glistened in +the moonlight. Now and then a fresher gust swept +off the shadowy coast and the water frothed in angry +ripples about the launch. +</p> +<p>“They ought to make Santa Brigida, though they’ll +find some sea running when they reach off-shore to +go round the Tajada reef,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>“There’s water enough through the inside channel.” +</p> +<p>“That’s so,” Jake agreed. “Still, it’s narrow and +bad to find in the dark, and I expect the skipper would +sooner go outside.” Then he glanced astern and said, +“They’re coming out.” +</p> +<p>Two white lights, one close above the other, with +a pale red glimmer below, moved away from the +wharf. Behind them three or four more twinkling +red spots appeared, and Dick told the fireman to start +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span> +the engine half-speed. Steering for the beach, he +followed the fringe of surf, but kept abreast of the +tug, which held to a course that would take her round +the end of the reef. +</p> +<p>When the moon shone through he could see her +plunge over the steep swell and the white wash at +the lighters’ bows as they followed in her wake; +then as a cloud drove past, their dark hulls faded +and left nothing but a row of tossing lights. By and +by the launch reached a bend in the coastline and the +breeze freshened and drew more ahead. The swell +began to break and showers of spray blew on board, +while the sea got white off-shore. +</p> +<p>“We’ll get it worse when we open up the Arenas +bight,” said Jake as he glanced at the lurching tug. +“It looks as if the skipper meant to give the reef a +wide berth. He’s swinging off to starboard. Watch +his smoke.” +</p> +<p>“You have done some yachting, then?” +</p> +<p>“I have,” said Jake. “I used to sail a shoal-draught +sloop on Long Island Sound. Anyway, if +I’d been towing those coal-scows, I’d have edged in +near the beach, for the sake of smoother water, and +wouldn’t have headed out until I saw the reef. It +will be pretty wet on board the scows now, and they’ll +have had to put a man on each to steer.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded agreement and signed the fireman to +turn on more steam as he followed the tug outshore. +The swell got steadily higher and broke in angry +surges. The launch plunged, and rattled as she swung +her screw out of the sea, but Dick kept his course +abreast of the tug, which he could only distinguish +at intervals between the clouds of spray. Her masthead +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +lights reeled wildly to and fro, but the low red +gleam from the barges was hidden and he began to +wonder why her captain was steering out so far. It +was prudent not to skirt the reef, but the fellow seemed +to be giving it unnecessary room. The lighters would +tow badly through the white, curling sea, and there +was a risk of the hawsers breaking. Besides, the engineer +had complained that his machinery was not +running well. +</p> +<p>A quarter of an hour later, a belt of foam between +them and the land marked the reef, and the wind +brought off the roar of breaking surf. Soon afterwards, +the white surge faded, and only the tug’s lights +were left as a long cloud-bank drove across the moon. +Jake stood up, shielding his eyes from the spray. +</p> +<p>“He’s broken his rope; the coal’s adrift!” he cried. +</p> +<p>Dick saw the tug’s lights vanish, which meant that +she had turned with her stern towards the launch; +and then two or three twinkling specks some distance +off. +</p> +<p>“He’d tow the first craft with a double rope, a +bridle from his quarters,” he said. “It’s strange that +both parts broke, and, so far as I can make out, the +tail barge has parted her hawser, too.” +</p> +<p>A whistle rang out, and Dick called for full-speed +as the tug’s green light showed. +</p> +<p>“We’ll help him to pick up the barges,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>The moon shone out as they approached the nearest, +and a bright beam swept across the sea until it +touched the lurching craft. Her wet side glistened +about a foot above the water and then vanished as a +white surge lapped over it and washed across her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span> +deck. A rope trailed from her bow and her long +tiller jerked to and fro. It was obvious that she was +adrift with nobody on board, and Dick cautiously +steered the launch towards her. +</p> +<p>“That’s curious, but perhaps the rest drove foul +of her and the helmsman lost his nerve and jumped,” +he said. “I’ll put Maccario on board to give us the +hawser.” +</p> +<p>“Then I’ll go with him,” Jake offered. “He can’t +handle the big rope alone.” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. It was important that they should +not lose the coal, but he did not want to give the +lad a dangerous task. The barge was rolling wildly +and he durst not run alongside, while some risk would +attend a jump across the three or four feet of water +between the craft. +</p> +<p>“I think you’d better stop here,” he objected. +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” Jake answered with a laugh. “Guess +you’ve got to be logical. You want the coal, and it +will take us both to save it.” +</p> +<p>He followed the fireman, who stood, balancing himself +for a spring, on the forward deck, while Dick +let the launch swing in as close as he thought safe. +The man leapt and Dick watched Jake with keen anxiety +as the launch rose with the next comber, but the +lad sprang off as the bows went up, and came down +with a splash in the water that flowed across the lighter’s +deck. Then Dick caught the line thrown him and +with some trouble dragged the end of the hawser on +board. He was surprised to find that it was not +broken, but he waved his hand to the others as he +drove the launch ahead, steering for the beach, near +which he expected to find a passage through the reef. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span></p> +<p>Before he had gone far the tug steamed towards +him with the other barges in tow, apparently bound +for Adexe. +</p> +<p>“It is not possible to go on,” the skipper hailed. +“Give me a rope; we take the lighter.” +</p> +<p>“You shan’t take her to Adexe,” Dick shouted. +“We want the coal.” +</p> +<p>Though there was danger in getting too close, the +captain let the tug drift nearer. +</p> +<p>“We bring you the lot when the wind drops.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, “I’ll stick to what I’ve got.” +</p> +<p>He could not catch the captain’s reply as the tug +forged past, but it sounded like an exclamation of +anger or surprise, and he looked anxiously for the +foam upon the reef. It was some time before he +distinguished a glimmer in the dark, for the moon +was hidden and his progress was slow. The lighter +was big and heavily laden, and every now and then +her weight, putting a sudden strain on the hawser, +jerked the launch to a standstill. It was worse when, +lifting with the swell, she sheered off at an angle to +her course, and Dick was forced to maneuver with +helm and engine to bring her in line again, at some +risk of fouling the hawser with the screw. He knew +little about towing, but he had handled small sailing +boats before he learned to use the launch. The coal +was badly needed and must be taken to Santa Brigida, +though an error of judgment might lead to the loss +of the barge and perhaps of his comrade’s life. +</p> +<p>The phosphorescent gleam of the surf got plainer +and the water smoother, for the reef was now to windward +and broke the sea, but the moon was still covered, +and Dick felt some tension as he skirted the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span> +barrier. He did not know if he could find the opening +or tow the lighter through the narrow channel. +The surf, however, was of help, for it flashed into +sheets of spangled radiance as it washed across the +reef, leaving dark patches among the lambent foam. +The patches had a solid look, and Dick knew that they +were rocks. +</p> +<p>At length he saw a wider break in the belt of foam, +and the sharper plunging of the launch showed that +the swell worked through. This was the mouth of +the channel, and there was water enough to float +the craft if he could keep off the rocks. Snatching +the engine-lamp from its socket, he waved it and +blew the whistle. A shout reached him and showed +that the others understood. +</p> +<p>Dick felt his nerves tingle when he put the helm over +and the hawser tightened as the lighter began to +swing. If she took too wide a sweep, he might be +unable to check her before she struck the reef, and +there seemed to be a current flowing through the gap. +Glancing astern for a moment, he saw her dark hull +swing through a wide curve while the strain on the +hawser dragged the launch’s stern down, but she came +round and the tension slackened as he steered up the +channel. +</p> +<p>For a time he had less trouble than he expected; +but the channel turned at its outer end and wind and +swell would strike at him at an awkward angle, when +he took the bend. As he entered it, the moon shone +out, and he saw the black top of a rock dangerously +close to leeward. He waved the lantern, but the +lighter, with sea and current on her weather bow, +forged almost straight ahead, and the straining hawser +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span> +dragged the launch back. Reaching forward, Dick +opened the throttle valve to its limit, and then sat grim +and still while the throb of the screw shook the trembling +hull. Something would happen in the next half +minute unless he could get the lighter round. Glancing +back, he saw her low, wet side shine in the moonlight. +Two dark figures stood aft by the tiller, and he thought +the foam about the rock was only a fathom or two +away. +</p> +<p>The launch was hove down on her side. Though +the screw thudded furiously, she seemed to gain no +ground, and then the strain on the hawser suddenly +slackened. Dick wondered whether it had broken, +but he would know in the next few seconds; there +was a sharp jerk, the launch was dragged to leeward, +but recovered and forged ahead. She plunged her +bows into a broken swell and the spray filled Dick’s +eyes, but when he could see again the foam was sliding +past and a gap widened between the lighter’s hull and +the white wash on the rock. +</p> +<p>The water was deep ahead, and since he could skirt +the beach and the wind came strongly off the land, the +worst of his difficulties seemed to be past. Still, it +would be a long tow to Santa Brigida, and bracing +himself for the work, he lit his pipe. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XV_THE_MISSING_COAL' id='XV_THE_MISSING_COAL'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h3>THE MISSING COAL</h3> +</div> + +<p>Early next morning Dick stood in front of the +Hotel Magellan, where he had slept for a few +hours after his return, and was somewhat surprised +to see that Jake had got up before him and was talking +to a pretty, dark-skinned girl. She carried a +large bunch of flowers and a basket of fruit stood close +by, while Jake seemed to be persuading her to part +with some. +</p> +<p>Dick stopped and watched them, for the glow of +color held his eye. Jake’s white duck caught the +strong sunlight, while the girl’s dark hair and eyes +were relieved by the brilliant lemon-tinted wall and +the mass of crimson bloom. Her attitude was coquettish, +and Jake regarded her with an ingratiating smile. +After a few moments, however, Dick went down the +street and presently heard his comrade following him. +When the lad came up, he saw that he had a basket +of dark green fruit and a bunch of the red flowers. +</p> +<p>“I thought you were asleep. Early rising is not a +weakness of yours,” he said. +</p> +<p>“As it happens, I didn’t sleep at all,” Jake replied. +“Steering that unhandy coal-scow rather got upon my +nerves and when she took the awkward sheer as we +came through the reef the tiller knocked Maccario +down and nearly broke my ribs. I had to stop the +helm going the wrong way somehow.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span></p> +<p>Dick nodded. It was obvious that the lad had been +quick and cool at a critical time, but his twinkling +smile showed that he was now in a different mood. +</p> +<p>“You seem to have recovered. But why couldn’t +you leave the girl alone?” +</p> +<p>“I’m not sure she’d have liked that,” Jake replied. +“It’s a pity you have no artistic taste, or you might +have seen what a picture she made.” +</p> +<p>“As a matter of fact, I did see it, but she has, no +doubt, a half-breed lover who’d seriously misunderstand +your admiration, which might lead to your getting +stabbed some night. Anyhow, why did you buy +the flowers?” +</p> +<p>“For one thing, she was taking them to the Magellan, +and I couldn’t stand for seeing that blaze of color +wasted on the guzzling crowd you generally find in a +hotel dining-room.” +</p> +<p>“That doesn’t apply to the fruit. You can’t eat +those things. They preserve them.” +</p> +<p>“Eat them!” Jake exclaimed with a pitying look. +“Well, I suppose it’s the only use you have for fruit.” +He took a stalk fringed with rich red bloom and laid +it across the dark green fruit, which was packed +among glossy leaves. “Now, perhaps, you’ll see why +I bought it. I rather think it makes a dainty offering.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick. “To whom do you propose to +offer it?” +</p> +<p>“Miss Kenwardine,” Jake replied with a twinkle; +“though of course her proper color’s Madonna blue.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing, but walked on, and when Jake +asked where he was going, answered shortly: “To +the telephone.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake, “knowing you as I do, I suspected +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span> +something of the kind. With the romance of +the South all round you, you can’t rise above concrete +and coal.” +</p> +<p>He followed Dick to the public telephone office and +sat down in the box with the flowers in his hands. A +line had recently been run along the coast, and although +the service was bad, Dick, after some trouble, +got connected with a port official at Arenas. +</p> +<p>“Did a tug and three coal barges put into your +harbor last night?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“No, señor,” was the answer, and Dick asked for +the coal wharf at Adexe. +</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you call them first?” Jake inquired. +</p> +<p>“I had a reason. The tug was standing to leeward +when she left us, but if her skipper meant to come +back to Santa Brigida, he’d have to put into Arenas, +where he’d find shelter.” +</p> +<p>“Then you’re not sure he meant to come back?” +</p> +<p>“I’ve some doubts,” Dick answered dryly, and was +told that he was connected with the Adexe wharf. +</p> +<p>“What about the coal for the Fuller irrigation +works?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“The tug and four lighters left last night,” somebody +answered in Castilian, and Dick imagined from +the harshness of the voice that one of the wharf-hands +was speaking. +</p> +<p>“That is so,” he said. “Has she returned yet?” +</p> +<p>“No, señor,” said the man. “The tug——” +</p> +<p>He broke off, and there was silence for some moments, +after which a different voice took up the conversation +in English. +</p> +<p>“Sorry it may be a day or two before we can send +more of your coal. The tug’s engines——” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span></p> +<p>“Has she got back?” Dick demanded sharply. +</p> +<p>“Speak louder; I cannot hear.” +</p> +<p>Dick did so, but the other did not seem to understand. +</p> +<p>“In two or three days. You have one lighter.” +</p> +<p>“We have. I want to know if the tug——” +</p> +<p>“The damage is not serious,” the other broke in. +</p> +<p>“Then I’m to understand she’s back in port?” +</p> +<p>A broken murmur answered, but by and by Dick +caught the words, “Not longer than two days.” +</p> +<p>Then he rang off, and pushing Jake’s chair out of +the way, shut the door. +</p> +<p>“It’s plain that they don’t mean to tell me what I +want to know,” he remarked. “The first man might +have told the truth, if they had let him, but somebody +pulled him away. My opinion is that the tug’s not +at Adexe and didn’t go there.” +</p> +<p>They went back to the hotel, and Dick sat down on +a bench in the patio and lighted his pipe. +</p> +<p>“There’s something very curious about the matter,” +he said. +</p> +<p>“When the tug left us she seemed to be heading +farther off shore than was necessary,” Jake agreed. +“Still, the broken water wouldn’t matter so much +when she had the wind astern.” +</p> +<p>“Her skipper wouldn’t run off his course and +lengthen the distance because the wind was fair.” +</p> +<p>“No, I don’t suppose he would.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick, “my impression is that he +didn’t mean to start at all, and wouldn’t have done so +if I hadn’t turned him out.” +</p> +<p>Jake laughed. “After all, there’s no use in making +a mystery out of nothing. The people offered us the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span> +coal, and you don’t suspect a dark plot to stop the +works. What would they gain by that?” +</p> +<p>“Nothing that I can see. I don’t think they meant +to stop the works; but they wanted the coal. It’s not +at Adexe, and there’s no other port the tug could reach. +Where has it gone?” +</p> +<p>“It doesn’t seem to matter, so long as we get a +supply before our stock runs out.” +</p> +<p>“Try to look at the thing as I do,” Dick insisted +with a frown. “I forced the skipper to go to sea, +and as soon as he had a good excuse his tow-rope +parted, besides which the last barge went adrift from +the rest. Her hawser, however, wasn’t broken. It +was slipped from the craft she was made fast to. +Then, though the tug’s engines were out of order, she +steamed to leeward very fast and, I firmly believe, +hasn’t gone back to Adexe.” +</p> +<p>“I expect there’s a very simple explanation,” Jake +replied. “The truth is you have a rather senseless +suspicion of Kenwardine.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll own I don’t trust him,” Dick answered +quietly. +</p> +<p>Jake made an impatient gesture. “Let’s see if we +can get breakfast, because I’m going to his house +afterwards.” +</p> +<p>“They won’t have got up yet.” +</p> +<p>“It’s curious that you don’t know more about their +habits after living there. Miss Kenwardine goes out +with Lucille before the sun gets hot, and her father’s +about as early as you are.” +</p> +<p>“What does he do in the morning?” +</p> +<p>“I haven’t inquired, but I’ve found him in the room +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span> +he calls his office. You’re misled by the idea that his +occupation is gambling.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not reply, and was silent during breakfast. +He understood Jake’s liking for Kenwardine because +there was no doubt the man had charm. His careless, +genial air set one at one’s ease; he had a pleasant +smile, and a surface frankness that inspired confidence. +Dick admitted that if he had not lost the +plans at his house, he would have found it difficult +to suspect him. But Jake was right on one point; +Kenwardine might play for high stakes, but gambling +was not his main occupation. He had some more important +business. The theft of the plans, however, +offered no clue to this. Kenwardine was an adventurer +and might have thought he could sell the drawings, +but since he had left England shortly afterwards, +it was evident that he was not a regular foreign spy. +It was some relief to think so, and although there was +a mystery about the coal, which Dick meant to fathom +if he could, nothing indicated that Kenwardine’s trickery +had any political aim. +</p> +<p>Dick dismissed the matter and remembered with +half-jealous uneasiness that Jake seemed to know a +good deal about Kenwardine’s household. The lad, +of course, had gone to make inquiries when he was +ill, and had probably been well received. He was very +little younger than Clare, and Fuller was known to +be rich. It would suit Kenwardine if Jake fell in love +with the girl, and if not, his extravagance might be +exploited. For all that, Dick determined that his comrade +should not be victimized. +</p> +<p>When breakfast was over they left the hotel and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span> +presently met Clare, who was followed by Lucille +carrying a basket. She looked very fresh and cool in +her white dress. On the whole, Dick would sooner +have avoided the meeting, but Jake stopped and Clare +included Dick in her smile of greeting. +</p> +<p>“I have been to the market with Lucille,” she said. +“The fruit and the curious things they have upon the +stalls are worth seeing. But you seem to have been +there, though I did not notice you.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake, indicating the flowers and fruit +he carried. “I got these at the hotel. The colors +matched so well that I felt I couldn’t let them go, and +then it struck me that you might like them. Dick +warned me that the things are not eatable in their +present state, which is a pretty good example of his +utilitarian point of view.” +</p> +<p>Clare laughed as she thanked him, and he resumed: +“Lucille has enough to carry, and I’d better bring the +basket along.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Clare. “My father was getting +up when I left.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing, and stood a yard or two away. +The girl had met him without embarrassment, but it +was Jake she had addressed. He felt that he was, so +to speak, being left out. +</p> +<p>“Then I’ll come and talk to him for a while,” said +Jake. “I don’t know a nicer place on a hot morning +than your patio.” +</p> +<p>“But what about your work? Are you not needed +at the dam?” +</p> +<p>“My work can wait. I find from experience that +it will keep for quite a long time without shriveling +away, though often it gets very stale. Anyhow, after +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span> +being engaged on the company’s business for the most +part of last night, I’m entitled to a rest. My partner, +of course, doesn’t look at things like that. He’s going +back as fast as he can.” +</p> +<p>Dick hid his annoyance at the hint. It was impossible +to prevent the lad from going to Kenwardine’s +when Clare was there to hear his objections, and he +had no doubt that Jake enjoyed his embarrassment. +Turning away, he tried to forget the matter by thinking +about the coal. Since Kenwardine was at home, +it was improbable that he had been at Adexe during +the night. If Clare had a part in her father’s plots, +she might, of course, have made the statement about +his getting up with an object, but Dick would not admit +this. She had helped the man once, but this was +an exception, and she must have yielded to some very +strong pressure. For all that, Dick hoped his comrade +would not tell Kenwardine much about their trip +in the launch. +</p> +<p>As a matter of fact, Jake handled the subject with +some judgment when Kenwardine, who had just finished +his breakfast, gave him coffee in the patio. They +sat beneath the purple creeper while the sunshine crept +down the opposite wall. The air was fresh and the +murmur of the surf came languidly across the flat +roofs. +</p> +<p>“Aren’t you in town unusually early?” Kenwardine +asked. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake with a twinkle, “you see we got +here late.” +</p> +<p>“Then Brandon was with you. This makes it obvious +that you spent a perfectly sober night.” +</p> +<p>Jake laughed. He liked Kenwardine and meant +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span> +to stick to him, but although rash and extravagant, +he was sometimes shrewd, and admitted that there +might perhaps be some ground for Dick’s suspicions. +He was entitled to lose his own money, but he must +run no risk of injuring his father’s business. However, +since Kenwardine had a share in the coaling +wharf, he would learn that they had been to Adexe, +and to try to hide this would show that they distrusted +him. +</p> +<p>“Our occupation was innocent but rather arduous,” +he said. “We went to Adexe in the launch to see +when our coal was coming.” +</p> +<p>“Did you get it? The manager told me something +about the tug’s engines needing repairs.” +</p> +<p>“We got one scow that broke adrift off the Tajada +reef. They had to turn back with the others.” +</p> +<p>“Then perhaps I’d better telephone to find out what +they mean to do,” Kenwardine suggested. +</p> +<p>Jake wondered whether he wished to learn if they +had already made inquiries, and thought frankness +was best. +</p> +<p>“Brandon called up the wharf as soon as the office +was open, but didn’t get much information. Something +seemed to be wrong with the wire.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose he wanted to know when the coal would +leave?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake. “But he began by asking if +the tug had come back safe, and got no further, because +the other fellow couldn’t hear.” +</p> +<p>“Why was he anxious about the tug?” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine’s manner was careless, but Jake +imagined he felt more interest than he showed. +</p> +<p>“It was blowing pretty fresh when she left us, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span> +if the scows had broken adrift again, there’d have been +some risk of losing them. This would delay the delivery +of the coal, and we’re getting very short of +fuel.” +</p> +<p>“I see,” said Kenwardine. “Well, if anything of +the kind had happened, I would have heard of it. You +needn’t be afraid of not getting a supply.” +</p> +<p>Jake waited. He thought it might look significant +if he showed any eagerness to change the subject, but +when Kenwardine began to talk about something else +he followed his lead. Half an hour later he left the +house, feeling that he had used commendable tact, but +determined not to tell Brandon about the interview. +Dick had a habit of exaggerating the importance of +things, and since he already distrusted Kenwardine, +Jake thought it better not to give him fresh ground +for suspicion. There was no use in supplying his +comrade with another reason for preventing his going +to the house. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVI_JAKE_GETS_INTO_DIFFICULTIES' id='XVI_JAKE_GETS_INTO_DIFFICULTIES'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h3>JAKE GETS INTO DIFFICULTIES</h3> +</div> + +<p>Day was breaking, though it was still dark at the +foot of the range, when Dick returned wearily +to his iron shack after a night’s work at the dam. +There had been a local subsidence of the foundations +on the previous afternoon, and he could not leave the +spot until precautions had been taken to prevent the +danger spreading. Bethune came with him to look +at some plans, and on entering the veranda they were +surprised to find the house well lighted and smears of +mud and water upon the floor. +</p> +<p>“Looks as if a bathing party had been walking +round the shack, and your boy had tried to clean up +when he was half-asleep,” Bethune said. +</p> +<p>Dick called his colored servant and asked him: +“Why are all the lights burning, and what’s this +mess?” +</p> +<p>“Señor Fuller say he no could see the chairs.” +</p> +<p>“Why did he want to see them?” +</p> +<p>“He fall on one, señor; t’row it wit’ mucha force +and fall on it again. Say dozenas of <i>malditos sillas</i>. +If he fall other time, he kill my head.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick sharply. “Where is he now?” +</p> +<p>“He go in your bed, señor.” +</p> +<p>“What has happened is pretty obvious,” Bethune +remarked. “Fuller came home with a big jag on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span> +and scared this fellow. We’d better see if he’s all +right.” +</p> +<p>Dick took him into his bedroom and the negro followed. +The room was very hot and filled with a +rank smell of kerosene, for the lamp was smoking +and the negro explained that Jake had threatened +him with violence if he turned it down. The lad +lay with a flushed face on Dick’s bed; his muddy boots +sticking out from under the crumpled coverlet. He +seemed to be fully dressed and his wet clothes were +smeared with foul green slime. There was a big red +lump on his forehead. +</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you put him into his own bed?” Dick +asked the negro. +</p> +<p>“He go in, señor, and come out quick. Say no +possible he stop. <i>Maldito</i> bed is damp.” +</p> +<p>Bethune smiled. “There’ll be a big washbasket +for the <i>lavenderas</i> to-morrow, but we must take his +wet clothes off.” He shook Jake. “You’ve got to +wake up!” +</p> +<p>After a time Jake opened his eyes and blinked at +Bethune. “All right! You’re not as fat as Salvador, +and you can catch that chair. The fool thing follows +me and keeps getting in my way.” +</p> +<p>“Come out,” Bethune ordered him, and turned to +the negro. “Where’s his pyjamas?” +</p> +<p>Salvador brought a suit, and Dick, who dragged +Jake out of bed, asked: “How did you get into this +mess?” +</p> +<p>“Fell into pond behind the dam; not safe that pond. +Put a shingle up to-morrow, ‘Keep off the grass.’ +No, that’sh not right. Let’sh try again. ‘Twenty +dollars fine if you spit on the sidewalk.’” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span></p> +<p>Bethune grinned at Dick. “It’s not an unusual +notice in some of our smaller towns, and one must +admit it’s necessary. However, we want to get him +into dry clothes.” +</p> +<p>Jake gave them some trouble, but they put him in +a re-made bed and went back to the verandah, where +Bethune sat down. +</p> +<p>“Fuller has his good points, but I guess you find +him something of a responsibility,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>“I do,” said Dick, with feeling. “Still, this is +the first time he has come home the worse for liquor. +I’m rather worried about it, because it’s a new trouble.” +</p> +<p>“And you had enough already?” Bethune suggested. +“Well, though you’re not very old yet, I +think Miss Fuller did well to make you his guardian, +and perhaps I’m to blame for his relapse, because I +sent him to Santa Brigida. François was busy and +there were a number of bills to pay for stores we +bought in the town. I hope Fuller hasn’t lost the +money!” +</p> +<p>Dick felt disturbed, but he said, “I don’t think so. +Jake’s erratic, but he’s surprised me by his prudence +now and then.” +</p> +<p>Bethune left soon afterwards, and Dick went to +bed, but got up again after an hour or two and began +his work without seeing Jake. They did not meet +during the day, and Dick went home to his evening +meal uncertain what line to take. He had no real +authority, and finding Jake languid and silent, decided +to say nothing about his escapade. When the +meal was finished, they left the hot room, as usual, +for the verandah, and Jake dropped listlessly into a +canvas chair. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span></p> +<p>“I allow you’re more tactful than I thought,” he +remarked with a feeble smile. “Guess I was pretty +drunk last night.” +</p> +<p>“It looked rather like it from your clothes and the +upset in the house,” Dick agreed. +</p> +<p>Jake looked thoughtful. “Well,” he said ingenuously, +“I <i>have</i> been on a jag before, but I really don’t +often indulge in that kind of thing, and don’t remember +drinking enough to knock me out. You see, Kenwardine’s +a fastidious fellow and sticks to wine. The +sort he keeps is light.” +</p> +<p>“Then you got drunk at his house? I’d sooner +have heard you were at the casino, where the Spaniards +would have turned you out.” +</p> +<p>“You don’t know the worst yet,” Jake replied hesitatingly. +“As I’m in a very tight place, I’d better +’fess up. François doesn’t seem to have told you +that I tried to draw my pay for some months ahead.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick, remembering with uneasiness +what he had learned from Bethune. “That sounds +ominous. Did you——” +</p> +<p>“Let me get it over,” Jake interrupted. “Richter +was there, besides a Spanish fellow, and a man called +Black. We’d been playing cards, and I’d won a small +pile when my luck began to turn. It wasn’t long +before I was cleaned out and heavily in debt. Kenwardine +said I’d had enough and had better quit. I +sometimes think you don’t quite do the fellow justice.” +</p> +<p>“Never mind that,” said Dick. “I suppose you +didn’t stop?” +</p> +<p>“No; I took a drink that braced me up and soon +afterwards thought I saw my chance. The cards +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span> +looked pretty good, and I put up a big bluff and piled +on all I had.” +</p> +<p>“But you had nothing; you’d lost what you began +with.” +</p> +<p>Jake colored. “Bethune had given me a check to +bearer.” +</p> +<p>“I was afraid of that,” Dick said gravely. “But +go on.” +</p> +<p>“I thought I’d bluff them, but Black and the Spaniard +told me to play, though Kenwardine held back +at first. Said they didn’t want to take advantage of +my rashness and I couldn’t make good. Well, I saw +how I could put it over, and it looked as if they couldn’t +stop me, until Black brought out a trump I didn’t think +he ought to have. After that I don’t remember much, +but imagine I turned on the fellow and made some +trouble.” +</p> +<p>“Can you remember how the cards went?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick awkwardly, “not now, and I may +have been mistaken about the thing. I believe I fell +over the table and they put me on a couch. After a +time, I saw there was nobody in the room, and thought +I’d better get out.” He paused and added with a +flush: “I was afraid Miss Kenwardine might find +me in the morning.” +</p> +<p>“You can’t pay back the money you lost?” +</p> +<p>“I can’t. The check will show in the works’ accounts +and there’ll sure be trouble if the old man +hears of it.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for a few moments. It was curious +that Jake had tried to defend Kenwardine; but this +did not matter. The lad’s anxiety and distress were +plain. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span></p> +<p>“If you’ll leave the thing entirely in my hands, I’ll +see what can be done,” he said. “I’ll have to tell +Bethune.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll do whatever you want, if you’ll help me out,” +Jake answered eagerly, and after asking some questions +about his losses, Dick went to Bethune’s shack. +</p> +<p>Bethune listened thoughtfully to what he had to +say, and then remarked: “We’ll take it for granted +that you mean to see him through. Have you enough +money?” +</p> +<p>“No; that’s why I came.” +</p> +<p>“You must get the check back, anyhow,” said +Bethune, who opened a drawer and took out a roll of +paper currency. “Here’s my pile, and it’s at your +service, but it won’t go far enough.” +</p> +<p>“I think it will, with what I can add,” said Dick, +after counting the bills. “You see, I don’t mean to +pay the full amount.” +</p> +<p>Bethune looked at him and smiled. “Well, that’s +rather unusual, but if they made him drunk and the +game was not quite straight! Have you got his promise +not to play again?” +</p> +<p>“I haven’t. What I’m going to do will make it +awkward, if not impossible. Besides, he’ll have no +money. I’ll stop what he owes out of his pay.” +</p> +<p>“A good plan! However, I won’t lend you the +money; I’ll lend it Jake, which makes him responsible. +But your pay’s less than mine, and you’ll have +to economize for the next few months.” +</p> +<p>“That won’t matter,” Dick answered quietly. “I +owe Fuller something, and I like the lad.” +</p> +<p>He went back to his shack and said to Jake, “We’ll +be able to clear off the debt, but you must ask no questions +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span> +and agree to any arrangement I think it best to +make.” +</p> +<p>“You’re a good sort,” Jake said with feeling; but +Dick cut short his thanks and went off to bed. +</p> +<p>Next morning he started for Santa Brigida, and +when he reached Kenwardine’s house met Clare on a +balcony at the top of the outside stairs. Somewhat +to his surprise, she stopped him with a sign, and then +stood silent for a moment, looking disturbed. +</p> +<p>“Mr. Brandon,” she said hesitatingly, “I resented +your trying to prevent Mr. Fuller coming here, but +I now think it better that he should keep away. He’s +young and extravagant, and perhaps——” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick, who felt sympathetic, knowing +what her admission must have cost. “I’m afraid +he’s also rather unsteady.” +</p> +<p>Clare looked at him with some color in her face. +“I must be frank. Something happened recently that +showed me he oughtn’t to come. I don’t think I +realized this before.” +</p> +<p>“Then you know what happened?” +</p> +<p>“Not altogether,” Clare replied. “But I learned +enough to alarm and surprise me. You must understand +that I didn’t suspect——” She paused with +signs of confusion and then resumed: “Of course, +people of different kinds visit my father on business, +and sometimes stay an hour or two afterwards, and +he really can’t be held responsible for them. The customs +of the country force him to be friendly; you know +in Santa Brigida one’s office is something like an English +club. Well, a man who doesn’t come often began +a game of cards and when Mr. Fuller——” +</p> +<p>“Just so,” said Dick as quietly as he could. “Jake’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span> +rash and not to be trusted when there are cards about; +indeed, I expect he’s a good deal to blame, but I’m +now going to ask your father not to encourage +his visits. I’ve no doubt he’ll see the reason for +this.” +</p> +<p>“I’m sure he’ll help you when he understands,” +Clare replied, and after giving Dick a grateful look +moved away. +</p> +<p>Dick went along the balcony, thinking hard. It +was obvious that Clare had found the interview painful, +though he had tried to make it easier for her. +She had been alarmed, but he wondered whether she +had given him the warning out of tenderness for Jake. +It was probable that she really thought Kenwardine +was not to blame, but it must have been hard to acknowledge +that his house was a dangerous place for +an extravagant lad. Still, a girl might venture much +when fighting for her lover. Dick frowned as he admitted +this. Jake was a good fellow in spite of certain +faults, but it was disturbing to think that Clare +might be in love with him. +</p> +<p>It was something of a relief when Kenwardine met +him at the door of his room and took him in. Dick +felt that tact was not so needful now, because the hospitality +shown him was counterbalanced by the theft +of the plans, and he held Kenwardine, not Clare, accountable +for this. Kenwardine indicated a chair, and +then sat down. +</p> +<p>“As you haven’t been here since you got better, I +imagine there’s some particular reason for this call,” +he said, with a smile. +</p> +<p>“That is so,” Dick agreed. “I’ve come on Fuller’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span> +behalf. He gave you a check the other night. Have +you cashed it yet?” +</p> +<p>“No. I imagined he might want to redeem it.” +</p> +<p>“He does; but, to begin with, I’d like to know how +much he lost before he staked the check. I understand +he increased the original stakes during the +game.” +</p> +<p>“I dare say I could tell you, but I don’t see your +object.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll explain it soon. We can’t get on until I know +the sum.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine took a small, card-scoring book from +a drawer, and after a few moments stated the amount +Jake had lost. +</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Dick. “I’ll pay you the money +now in exchange for the check.” +</p> +<p>“But he lost the check as well.” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. He had a repugnant part to play, +since he must accuse the man who had taken him into +his house when he was wounded of conspiring to rob +a drunken lad. For all that, his benefactor’s son +should not be ruined, and he meant to separate him +from Kenwardine. +</p> +<p>“I think not,” he answered coolly. “But suppose +we let that go? The check is worthless, because payment +can be stopped, but I’m willing to give you what +Fuller had already lost.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine raised his eyebrows in ironical surprise. +“This is a somewhat extraordinary course. Is +Mr. Fuller in the habit of disowning his debts? You +know the rule about a loss at cards.” +</p> +<p>“Fuller has left the thing in my hands, and you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span> +must hold me responsible. I mean to stick to the line +I’ve taken.” +</p> +<p>“Then perhaps you won’t mind explaining on what +grounds you take it.” +</p> +<p>“Since you insist! Fuller was drunk when he made +the bet. As you were his host, it was your duty to +stop the game.” +</p> +<p>“The exact point when an excited young man ceases +to be sober is remarkably hard to fix,” Kenwardine +answered dryly. “It would be awkward for the host +if he fixed it too soon, and insulting to the guest.” +</p> +<p>“That’s a risk you should have taken. For another +thing, Fuller states that a trump was played +by a man who ought not to have had it.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine smiled. “Doesn’t it strike you that +you’re urging conflicting reasons? First you declare +that Fuller was drunk, and then that he was able to +detect clever players at cheating. Your argument contradicts +itself and is plainly absurd.” +</p> +<p>“Anyhow, I mean to urge it,” Dick said doggedly. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Kenwardine with a steady look, “I’ve +no doubt you see what this implies. You charge me +with a plot to intoxicate your friend and take a mean +advantage of his condition.” +</p> +<p>“No; I don’t go so far. I think you should have +stopped the game, but Fuller accuses a man called +Black of playing the wrong card. In fact, I admit +that you don’t mean to harm him, by taking it for +granted that you’ll let me have the check, because if +you kept it, you’d have some hold on him.” +</p> +<p>“A firm hold,” Kenwardine remarked. +</p> +<p>Dick had partly expected this, and had his answer +ready. “Not so firm as you think. If there was no +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span> +other way, it would force me to stop payment and +inform my employer. It would be much better that +Jake should have to deal with his father than with +your friends.” +</p> +<p>“You seem to have thought over the matter carefully,” +Kenwardine rejoined. “Well, personally, I’m +willing to accept your offer and give up the check; +but I must consult the others, since their loss is as +much as mine. Will you wait while I go to the telephone?” +</p> +<p>Dick waited for some time, after which Kenwardine +came back and gave him the check. As soon as he +got it Dick left the house, satisfied because he had +done what he had meant to do, and yet feeling doubtful. +Kenwardine had given way too easily. It +looked as if he was not convinced that he must leave +Fuller alone. +</p> +<p>On reaching the dam Dick gave Jake the check and +told him how he had got it. The lad flushed angrily, +but was silent for a moment, and then gave Dick a +curious look. +</p> +<p>“I can’t deny your generosity, and I’ll pay you +back; but you see the kind of fellow you make me +out.” +</p> +<p>“I told Kenwardine you left me to deal with the +matter, and the plan was mine,” said Dick. +</p> +<p>Jake signified by a gesture that the subject must +be dropped. “As I did agree to leave it to you, I +can’t object. After all, I expect you meant well.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVII_THE_BLACKFUNNEL_BOAT' id='XVII_THE_BLACKFUNNEL_BOAT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h3>THE BLACK-FUNNEL BOAT</h3> +</div> + +<p>The breeze had fallen and the shining sea was +smooth as glass when the launch passed Adexe. +Dick, who lounged at the helm, was not going there. +Some alterations to a mole along the coast had just +been finished, and Stuyvesant had sent him to engage +the contractor who had done the concrete work. Jake, +who occasionally found his duties irksome, had insisted +on coming. +</p> +<p>As they crossed the mouth of the inlet, Dick glanced +shorewards through his glasses. The whitewashed +coal-sheds glistened dazzlingly, and a fringe of snowy +surf marked the curve of beach, but outside this a +belt of cool, blue water extended to the wharf. The +swell surged to and fro among the piles, checkered +with purple shadows and laced with threads of foam, +but it was the signs of human activity that occupied +Dick’s attention. He noticed the cloud of dust that +rolled about the mounds of coal upon the wharf and +blurred the figures of the toiling peons, and the way +the tubs swung up and down from the hatches of an +American collier until the rattle of her winches suddenly +broke off. +</p> +<p>“They seem to be doing a big business,” he remarked. +“It looks as if that boat had stopped discharging, +but she must have landed a large quantity +of coal.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span></p> +<p>“There’s pretty good shelter at Adexe,” Jake replied. +“In ordinary weather, steamers can come up +to the wharf, instead of lying a quarter of a mile off, +as they do at Santa Brigida. However, there’s not +much cargo shipped, and a captain who wanted his +bunkers filled would have to make a special call with +little chance of picking up any freight. That must +tell against the place.” +</p> +<p>They were not steaming fast, and just before a projecting +point shut in the inlet the deep blast of a +whistle rang across the water and the collier’s dark +hull swung out from the wharf. A streak of foam, +cut sharply between her black side and the shadowed +blue of the sea, marked her load-line, and she floated +high, but not as if she were empty. +</p> +<p>“Going on somewhere else to finish, I guess,” said +Jake. “How much do you reckon she has discharged?” +</p> +<p>“Fifteen hundred tons, if she was full when she +came in, and I imagine they hadn’t much room in the +sheds before. I wonder where Kenwardine gets the +money, unless his friend, Richter, is rich.” +</p> +<p>“Richter has nothing to do with the business,” Jake +replied. “He was to have had a share, but they +couldn’t come to a satisfactory agreement.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked at him sharply. “How do you +know?” +</p> +<p>“I really don’t know much. Kenwardine said +something about it one night when I was at his house.” +</p> +<p>“Did somebody ask him?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake, “I don’t think so. The subject, +so to speak, cropped up and he offered us the information.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span></p> +<p>Then he talked of something else and soon afterwards +the coast receded as they crossed a wide bay. +It was about four o’clock in the afternoon when they +reached the farthest point from land. There was no +wind, and in the foreground the sea ran in long undulations +whose backs blazed with light. Farther off, +the gentle swell was smoothed out and became an +oily expanse that faded into the glitter on the horizon, +but at one point the latter was faintly blurred. A +passing vessel, Dick thought, and occupied himself +with the engine, for he had not brought the fireman. +Looking round some time afterwards, he saw that +the ship had got more distinct and picked up his +glasses. +</p> +<p>She was a two-masted steamer and, cut off by the +play of reflected light, floated like a mirage between +sky and sea. After studying her for a minute, Dick +gave Jake the glasses. +</p> +<p>“It’s a curious effect, but not uncommon on a day +like this,” he said. “She’s like the big Spanish boats +and has their tall black funnel.” +</p> +<p>“She’s very like them,” Jake agreed. “There’s no +smoke, and no wash about her. It looks as if they’d +had some trouble in the engine-room and she’d +stopped.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded and glanced across the dazzling water +towards the high, blue coast. He did not think the +steamer could be seen from the land, and the launch +would, no doubt, be invisible from her deck, but this +was not important and he began to calculate how long +it would take them to reach a point ahead. Some +time later, he looked round again. The steamer was +fading in the distance, but no smoke trailed behind +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span> +her and he did not think she had started yet. His attention, +however, was occupied by the headland he was +steering for, because he thought it marked the neighborhood +of their port. +</p> +<p>He spent an hour in the place before he finished his +business and started home, and when they were about +half-way across the bay the light began to fade. The +sun had sunk and the high land cut, harshly blue, +against a saffron glow; the sea was shadowy and +colorless in the east. Presently Jake, who sat facing +aft, called out: +</p> +<p>“There’s a steamer’s masthead light coming up +astern of us. Now I see her side lights, and by the +distance between them she’s a big boat.” +</p> +<p>Dick changed his course, because the steamer’s three +lights would not have been visible unless she was directly +following him and the launch’s small yellow +funnel and dingy white topsides would be hard to distinguish. +When he had shut out one of the colored +side lights and knew he was safe, he stopped the engine +to wait until the vessel passed. There was no +reason why he should do so, but somehow he felt interested +in the ship. Lighting his pipe, he studied +her through the glasses, which he gave to Jake. +</p> +<p>“She’s the boat we saw before,” he said. +</p> +<p>“That’s so,” Jake agreed. “Her engines are all +right now because she’s steaming fast.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded, for he had marked the mass of foam +that curled and broke away beneath the vessel’s bow, +but Jake resumed: “It looks as if her dynamo had +stopped. There’s nothing to be seen but her navigation +lights and she’s certainly a passenger boat. They +generally glitter like a gin-saloon.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span></p> +<p>The ship was getting close now and Dick, who +asked for the glasses, examined her carefully as she +came up, foreshortened, on their quarter. Her dark +bow looked very tall and her funnel loomed, huge +and shadowy, against the sky. Above its top the +masthead light shed a yellow glimmer, and far below, +the sea leapt and frothed about the line of hull. +This drew out and lengthened as she came abreast +of them, but now he could see the tiers of passenger +decks, one above the other, there was something mysterious +in the gloom that reigned on board. No ring +of light pierced her long dark side and the gangways +behind the rails and rows of stanchions looked like +shadowy caves. In the open spaces, forward and aft, +however, bodies of men were gathered, their clothes +showing faintly white, but they stood still in a compact +mass until a whistle blew and the indistinct figures +scattered across the deck. +</p> +<p>“A big crew,” Jake remarked. “Guess they’ve +been putting them through a boat or fire drill.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not answer, but when the vessel faded into +a hazy mass ahead he started the engine and steered +into her eddying wake, which ran far back into the +dark. Then after a glance at the compass, he beckoned +Jake. “Look how she’s heading.” +</p> +<p>Jake told him and he nodded. “I made it half a +point more to port, but this compass swivels rather +wildly. Where do you think she’s bound?” +</p> +<p>“To Santa Brigida; but, as you can see, not direct. +I expect her skipper wants to take a bearing from the +Adexe lights. You are going there and her course is +the same as ours.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick; “I’m edging in towards the land +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span> +rather short of Adexe. As we have the current on +our bow, I want to get hold of the beach as soon as +I can, for the sake of slacker water. Anyway, a big +boat would keep well clear of the shore until she passed +the Tajada reef.” +</p> +<p>“Then she may be going into Adexe for coal.” +</p> +<p>“That vessel wouldn’t float alongside the wharf, +and her skipper would sooner fill his bunkers where +he’d get passengers and freight.” +</p> +<p>“Well, I expect we’ll find her at Santa Brigida when +we arrive.” +</p> +<p>They looked round, but the sea was now dark and +empty and they let the matter drop. When they +crossed the Adexe bight no steamer was anchored +near, but a cluster of lights on the dusky beach marked +the coaling wharf. +</p> +<p>“They’re working late,” Dick said. “Can you see +the tug?” +</p> +<p>“You’d have to run close in before you could do +so,” Jake replied. “I expect they’re trimming the +coal the collier landed into the sheds.” +</p> +<p>“It’s possible,” Dick agreed, and after hesitating +for a few moments held on his course. He remembered +that one can hear a launch’s engines and the +splash of torn-up water for some distance on a calm +night. +</p> +<p>After a time, the lights of Santa Brigida twinkled +ahead, and when they steamed up to the harbor both +looked about. The American collier and a big cargo-boat +lay with the reflections of their anchor-lights +quivering on the swell, but there was no passenger +liner to be seen. A man came to moor the launch +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span> +when they landed, and Jake asked if the vessel he described +had called. +</p> +<p>“No, señor,” said the man. “The only boats I +know like that are the Cadiz liners, and the next is not +due for a fortnight.” +</p> +<p>“Her model’s a pretty common one for big passenger +craft,” Jake remarked to Dick as they went +up the mole. “Still, the thing’s curious. She wasn’t +at Adexe and she hasn’t been here. She certainly +passed us, steering for the land, and I don’t see where +she could have gone.” +</p> +<p>Dick began to talk about something else, but next +morning asked Stuyvesant for a day’s leave. Stuyvesant +granted it and Dick resumed: “Do you mind +giving me a blank order form? I’m going to Adexe, +and the storekeeper wants a few things we can’t get in +Santa Brigida.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant signed the form. “There it is. The +new coaling people seem an enterprising crowd, and +you can order anything they can supply.” +</p> +<p>Dick hired a mule and took the steep inland road; +but on reaching Adexe went first to the sugar mill and +spent an hour with the American engineer, whose acquaintance +he had made. Then, having, as he thought, +accounted for his visit, he went to the wharf and +carefully looked about as he made his way to the manager’s +office. +</p> +<p>A few grimy peons were brushing coal-dust off the +planks, their thinly-clad forms silhouetted against the +shining sea. Their movements were languid, and Dick +wondered whether this was due to the heat or if it +was accounted for by forced activity on the previous +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span> +night. A neatly built stack of coal stood beside the +whitewashed sheds, but nothing suggested that it had +been recently broken into. Passing it carelessly Dick +glanced into the nearest shed, which was almost full, +though its proximity to deep water indicated that +supplies would be drawn from it before the other. +Feeling rather puzzled, he stopped in front of the +next shed and noted that there was much less coal in +this. Moreover, a large number of empty bags lay +near the entrance, as if they had been used recently +and the storekeeper had not had time to put them +away. +</p> +<p>Two men were folding up the bags, but, by contrast +with the glitter outside, the shed was dark, and +Dick’s eyes were not accustomed to the gloom. Still +he thought one of the men was Oliva, the contractor +whom Stuyvesant had dismissed. Next moment the +fellow turned and threw a folded bag aside, after +which he walked towards the other end of the shed. +His movements were leisurely, but he kept his back +to Dick and the latter thought this significant, although +he was not sure the man had seen him. +</p> +<p>As he did not want to be seen loitering about the +sheds, he walked on, feeling puzzled. Since he did +not know what stock the company had held, it was +difficult to tell if coal had recently been shipped, but +he imagined that some must have left the wharf after +the collier had unloaded. He was used to calculating +weights and cubic quantities, and the sheds were not +large. Taking it for granted that the vessel had +landed one thousand five hundred tons, he thought +there ought to be more about than he could see. Still, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span> +if some had been shipped, he could not understand +why it had been taken, at a greater cost for labor, from +the last shed, where one would expect the company +to keep their reserve supply. He might, perhaps, find +out something from the manager, but this would need +tact. +</p> +<p>Entering the small, hot office, he found a suave +Spanish gentleman whom he had already met. The +latter greeted him politely and gave him a cigar. +</p> +<p>“It is not often you leave the works, but a change +is good,” he said. +</p> +<p>“We’re not quite so busy and I promised to pay +Allen at the sugar mill a visit,” Dick replied. “Besides, +I had an excuse for the trip. We’re short of +some engine stores that I dare say you can let us +have.” +</p> +<p>He gave the manager a list, and the Spaniard nodded +as he marked the items. +</p> +<p>“We can send you most of the things. It pays us +to stock goods that the engineers of the ships we coal +often want; but there are some we have not got.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Dick. “I’ll fill up our form for +what you have and you can put the things on board +the tug the first time she goes to Santa Brigida.” +</p> +<p>“She will go in three or four days.” +</p> +<p>Dick decided that as the launch had probably been +seen, he had better mention his voyage. +</p> +<p>“That will be soon enough. If our storekeeper had +told me earlier, I would have called here yesterday. +I passed close by on my way to Orava.” +</p> +<p>“One of the peons saw your boat. It is some distance +to Orava.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span></p> +<p>“The sea was very smooth,” said Dick. “I went +to engage a contractor who had been at work upon the +mole.” +</p> +<p>So far, conversation had been easy, and he had +satisfactorily accounted for his passing the wharf, without, +he hoped, appearing anxious to do so; but he had +learned nothing yet, although he thought the Spaniard +was more interested in his doings than he looked. +</p> +<p>“The collier was leaving as we went by,” he resumed. +“Trade must be good, because she seemed +to have unloaded a large quantity of coal.” +</p> +<p>“Sixteen hundred tons,” said the manager. “In +war time, when freights advance, it is wise to keep a +good stock.” +</p> +<p>As this was very nearly the quantity Dick had +guessed, he noted the man’s frankness, but somehow +imagined it was meant to hide something. +</p> +<p>“So long as you can sell the stock,” he agreed. +“War, however, interferes with trade, and the French +line have reduced their sailings, while I expect the +small British tramps won’t be so numerous.” +</p> +<p>“They have nothing to fear in these waters.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose they haven’t, and vessels belonging to +neutral countries ought to be safe,” said Dick. “Still, +the Spanish company seem to have changed their sailings, +because I thought I saw one of their boats yesterday; +but she was a long way off on the horizon.” +</p> +<p>He thought the other gave him a keen glance, but +as the shutters were partly closed the light was not +good, and the man answered carelessly: +</p> +<p>“They do not deal with us. Adexe is off their +course and no boats so large can come up to the +wharf.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span></p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick, who believed he had admitted +enough to disarm any suspicion the other might have +entertained, “doesn’t coal that’s kept exposed to the +air lose some of its heating properties?” +</p> +<p>“It does not suffer much damage. But we will +drink a glass of wine, and then I will show you how +we keep our coal.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks. These things interest me, but I looked +into the sheds as I passed,” Dick answered as he drank +his wine. +</p> +<p>They went out and when they entered the first shed +the Spaniard called a peon and gave him an order +Dick did not catch. Then he showed Dick the cranes, +and the trucks that ran along the wharf on rails, and +how they weighed the bags of coal. After a time +they went into a shed that was nearly empty and Dick +carefully looked about. Several peons were at work +upon the bags, but Oliva was not there. Dick wondered +whether he had been warned to keep out of +sight. +</p> +<p>As they went back to the office, his companion +looked over the edge of the wharf and spoke to a +seaman on the tug below. Her fires were out and +the hammering that came up through the open skylights +indicated that work was being done in her engine-room. +Then one of the workmen seemed to object +to something another said, for Dick heard “No; +it must be tightened. It knocked last night.” +</p> +<p>He knew enough Castilian to feel sure he had not +been mistaken, and the meaning of what he had heard +was plain. A shaft-journal knocks when the bearings +it revolves in have worn or shaken loose, and the +machinery must have been running when the engineer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span> +heard the noise. Dick thought it better to light a +cigarette, and was occupied shielding the match with +his hands when the manager turned round. A few +minutes later he stated that as it was a long way to +Santa Brigida he must start soon and after some Spanish +compliments the other let him go. +</p> +<p>He followed the hill road slowly in a thoughtful +mood. The manager had been frank, but Dick suspected +him of trying to show that he had nothing to +hide. Then he imagined that a quantity of coal had +been shipped since the previous day, and if the tug +had been at sea at night, she must have been used for +towing lighters. The large vessel he had seen was +obviously a passenger boat, but fast liners could be +converted into auxiliary cruisers. There were, however, +so far as he knew, no enemy cruisers in the neighborhood; +indeed, it was supposed that they had been +chased off the seas. Still, there was something mysterious +about the matter, and he meant to watch the +coaling company and Kenwardine. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVIII_DICK_GETS_A_WARNING' id='XVIII_DICK_GETS_A_WARNING'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h3>DICK GETS A WARNING</h3> +</div> + +<p>On the evening of one pay-day, Dick took a short +cut through the half-breed quarter of Santa +Brigida. As not infrequently happens in old Spanish +cities, this unsavory neighborhood surrounded the +cathedral and corresponded in character with the localities +known in western America as “across the +track.” Indeed, a Castilian proverb bluntly plays +upon the juxtaposition of vice and bells. +</p> +<p>Ancient houses rose above the dark and narrow +street. Flakes of plaster had fallen from their blank +walls, the archways that pierced them were foul and +strewn with refuse, and a sour smell of decay and +garbage tainted the stagnant air. Here and there a +grossly fat, slatternly woman leaned upon the rails of +an outside balcony; negroes, Chinamen, and half-breeds +passed along the broken pavements; and the +dirty, open-fronted wine-shops, where swarms of flies +hovered about the tables, were filled with loungers of +different shades of color. +</p> +<p>By and by Dick noticed a man in clean white duck +on the opposite side of the street. He was a short +distance in front, but his carriage and the fit of his +clothes indicated that he was a white man and probably +an American, and Dick slackened his pace. He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span> +imagined that the other would sooner not be found +in that neighborhood if he happened to be an acquaintance. +The fellow, however, presently crossed +the street, and when he stopped and looked about, +Dick, meeting him face to face, saw with some surprise +that it was Kemp, the fireman, who had shown +him an opportunity of escaping from the steamer that +took them South. +</p> +<p>Kemp had turned out a steady, sober man, and +Dick, who had got him promoted, wondered what he +was doing there, though he reflected that his own presence +in the disreputable locality was liable to be misunderstood. +Kemp, however, looked at him with a +twinkle. +</p> +<p>“I guess you’re making for the harbor, Mr. Brandon?” +</p> +<p>Dick said he was, and Kemp studied the surrounding +houses. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he resumed, “I’m certainly up against it +now. I don’t know much Spanish, and these fool +dagos can’t talk American, while they’re packed so +tight in their blamed tenements that it’s curious they +don’t fall out of the windows. It’s a tough proposition +to locate a man here.” +</p> +<p>“Then you’re looking for somebody?” +</p> +<p>“Yes. I’ve tracked Payne to this <i>calle</i>, but I guess +there’s some trailing down to be done yet.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick; for Payne was the dismissed +storekeeper. “Why do you want him?” +</p> +<p>“I met him a while back and he’d struck bad luck, +hurt his arm, for one thing. He’d been working +among the breeds on the mole and living in their tenements, +and couldn’t strike another job. I reckoned +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span> +he might want a few dollars, and I don’t spend all my +pay.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded, because he understood the unfortunate +position of the white man who loses caste in a +tropical country. An Englishman or American may +engage in manual labor where skill is required and the +pay is high, but he must live up to the standards of +his countrymen. If forced to work with natives and +adopt their mode of life, he risks being distrusted and +avoided by men of his color. Remembering that +Payne had interfered when he was stabbed, Dick had +made some inquiries about him, but getting no information +decided that he had left the town. +</p> +<p>“Then he’s lodging in this street,” he said. +</p> +<p>“That’s what they told me at the wine-shop. He +had to quit the last place because he couldn’t pay.” +</p> +<p>“Wasn’t he with Oliva?” Dick inquired. +</p> +<p>“He was, but Oliva turned him down. I allow it +was all right to fire him, but he’s surely up against it +now.” +</p> +<p>Dick put his hand in his pocket. “If you find him, +you might let me know. In the meantime, here’s five +dollars——” +</p> +<p>“Hold on!” said Kemp. “Don’t take out your +wallet here. I’ll fix the thing, and ask for the money +when I get back.” +</p> +<p>Dick left him, and when he had transacted his business +returned to the dam. An hour or two later Kemp +arrived and stated that he had not succeeded in finding +Payne. The man had left the squalid room he occupied +and nobody knew where he had gone. +</p> +<p>During the next week Dick had again occasion to +visit the harbor, and while he waited on the mole for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span> +a boat watched a gang of peons unloading some fertilizer +from a barge. It was hard and unpleasant +work, for the stuff, which had a rank smell, escaped +from the bags and covered the perspiring men. The +dust stuck to their hot faces, almost hiding their color; +but one, though equally dirty, looked different from +the rest, and Dick, noting that he only used his left +arm, drew nearer. As he did so, the man walked up +the steep plank from the lighter with a bag upon his +back and staggering across the mole dropped it with +a gasp. His heaving chest and set face showed what +the effort had cost, and the smell of the fertilizer hung +about his ragged clothes. Dick saw that it was Payne +and that the fellow knew him. +</p> +<p>“You have got a rough job,” he remarked. “Can’t +you find something better?” +</p> +<p>“Nope,” said the man grimly. “Do you reckon +I’d pack dirt with a crowd like this if I could help +it?” +</p> +<p>Dick, who glanced at the lighter, where half-naked +negroes and mulattos were at work amid a cloud of +nauseating dust, understood the social degradation the +other felt. +</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with your arm?” he asked. +</p> +<p>Payne pulled up his torn sleeve and showed an inflamed +and half-healed wound. +</p> +<p>“That! Got it nipped in a crane-wheel and it +doesn’t get much better. Guess this dirt is poisonous. +Anyway, it keeps me here. I’ve been trying to make +enough to buy a ticket to Jamaica, but can’t work +steady. As soon as I’ve put up two or three dollars, +I have to quit.” +</p> +<p>Dick could understand this. The man looked gaunt +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span> +and ill and must have been heavily handicapped by his +injured arm. He did not seem anxious to excite +Dick’s pity, though the latter did not think he cherished +much resentment. +</p> +<p>“I tried to find you when I got better after being +stabbed,” he said. “I don’t quite see why you came +to my help.” +</p> +<p>Payne grinned sourly. “You certainly hadn’t +much of a claim; but you were a white man and that +dago meant to kill. Now if I’d held my job with +Fuller and you hadn’t dropped on to Oliva’s game, +I’d have made my little pile; but I allow you had to +fire us when something put you wise.” +</p> +<p>“I see,” said Dick, with a smile at the fellow’s candor. +“Well, I couldn’t trust you with the cement +again, but we’re short of a man to superintend a peon +gang and I’ll talk to Mr. Stuyvesant about it if you’ll +tell me your address.” +</p> +<p>Payne gave him a fixed, eager look. “You get me +the job and take me out of this and you won’t be sorry. +I’ll make it good to you—and I reckon I can.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who thought the other’s anxiety to escape +from his degrading occupation had prompted his last +statement, turned away, saying he would see what +could be done, and in the evening visited Stuyvesant. +Bethune was already with him, and Dick told them +how he had found Payne. +</p> +<p>“You felt you had to promise the fellow a job because +he butted in when the dagos got after you?” +Stuyvesant suggested. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick with some embarrassment, “it +wasn’t altogether that. He certainly did help me, but +I can’t pass my obligations on to my employer. If +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span> +you think he can’t be trusted, I’ll pay his passage to +another port.” +</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t know that if I had the option I’d +take the fellow out of jail, so long as he was shut up +decently out of sight; but this is worse, in a way. +What do you think, Bethune?” +</p> +<p>Bethune smiled. “You ought to know. I’m a bit +of a philosopher, but when you stir my racial feelings +I’m an American first. The mean white’s a troublesome +proposition at home, but we can’t afford to +exhibit him to the dagos here.” He turned to Dick. +“That’s our attitude, Brandon, and though you were +not long in our country, you seem to sympathize with +it. I don’t claim it’s quite logical, but there it is! +We’re white and <i>different</i>.” +</p> +<p>“Do you want me to hire the man?” Stuyvesant +asked with an impatient gesture. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick. +</p> +<p>“Then put him on. If he steals anything, I’ll hold +you responsible and ship him out on the next cement +boat, whether he wants to go or not.” +</p> +<p>Next morning Dick sent word to Payne, who arrived +at the dam soon afterwards and did his work +satisfactorily. On the evening of the first pay-day +he went to Santa Brigida, but Dick, who watched him +in the morning, noted somewhat to his surprise, that +he showed no signs of dissipation. When work +stopped at noon he heard a few pistol shots, but was +told on inquiring that it was only one or two of the +men shooting at a mark. A few days afterwards he +found it necessary to visit Santa Brigida. Since +Bethune confined his talents to constructional problems +and languidly protested that he had no aptitude for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span> +commerce, much of the company’s minor business +gradually fell into Dick’s hands. As a rule, he went +to the town in the evening, after he had finished at +the dam. While a hand-car was being got ready to +take him down the line, Payne came up to the veranda, +where Dick sat with Jake. +</p> +<p>“You’re going down town, Mr. Brandon,” he said. +“Have you got a gun?” +</p> +<p>“I have not,” said Dick. +</p> +<p>Payne pulled out an automatic pistol. “Then +you’d better take mine. I bought her, second-hand, +with my first pay, but she’s pretty good. I reckon +you can shoot?” +</p> +<p>“A little,” said Dick, who had practised with the +British army revolver. “Still I don’t carry a pistol.” +</p> +<p>“You ought,” Payne answered meaningly, and walking +to the other end of the veranda stuck a scrap of +white paper on a post. “Say, suppose you try her? +I want to see you put a pill through that.” +</p> +<p>Dick was surprised by the fellow’s persistence, but +there is a fascination in shooting at a target, and when +Jake urged him he took the pistol. Steadying it with +stiffened wrist and forearm, he fired but hit the post +a foot below the paper. +</p> +<p>“You haven’t allowed for the pull-off, and you’re +slow,” Payne remarked. “You want to sight high, +with a squeeze on the trigger, and then catch her on +the drop.” +</p> +<p>He took the pistol and fixed his eyes on the paper +before he moved. Then his arm went up suddenly +and the glistening barrel pointed above the mark. +There was a flash as his wrist dropped and a black +spot appeared near the middle of the paper. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span></p> +<p>“Use her like that! You’d want a mighty steady +hand to hold her dead on the mark while you pull +off.” +</p> +<p>“Sit down and tell us why you think Mr. Brandon +ought to have the pistol,” Jake remarked. “I go to +Santa Brigida now and then, but you haven’t offered +to lend it me.” +</p> +<p>Payne sat down on the steps and looked at him with +a smile. “You’re all right, Mr. Fuller. They’re not +after you.” +</p> +<p>“Then you reckon it wasn’t me they wanted the +night my partner was stabbed? I had the money.” +</p> +<p>“Nope,” said Payne firmly. “I allow they’d have +corralled the dollars if they could, but it was Mr. +Brandon they meant to knock out.” He paused and +added in a significant tone: “They’re after him yet.” +</p> +<p>“Hadn’t you better tell us whom you mean by +‘they’?” Dick asked. +</p> +<p>“Oliva’s gang. There are toughs in the city who’d +kill you for fifty cents.” +</p> +<p>“Does that account for your buying the pistol when +you came here?” +</p> +<p>“It does,” Payne admitted dryly. “I didn’t mean +to take any chances when it looked as if I was going +back on my dago partner.” +</p> +<p>“He turned you down first, and I don’t see how you +could harm him by working for us.” +</p> +<p>Payne did not answer, and Dick, who thought he +was pondering something, resumed: “These half-breeds +are a revengeful lot, but after all, Oliva +wouldn’t run a serious risk without a stronger motive +than he seems to have.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Payne, “if I talked Spanish, I could +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span> +tell you more; but I was taking my siesta one day in +a dark wine-shop when two or three hard-looking +peons came in. They mayn’t have seen me, because +there were some casks in the way, and anyhow, they’d +reckon I couldn’t understand them. I didn’t very +well, but I heard your name and caught a word or +two. Their <i>patron</i> had given them some orders and +one called him Don Ramon. You were to be watched, +because <i>mirar</i> came in; but I didn’t get the rest and +they went out soon. I lay as if I was asleep, but I’d +know the crowd again.” Payne got up as he concluded: +“Anyway, you take my gun, and keep in +the main <i>calles</i>, where the lights are.” +</p> +<p>When he had gone Jake remarked: “I guess his +advice is good and I’m coming along.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, smiling as he put the pistol in his +pocket. “The trouble is that if I took you down there +I mightn’t get you back. Besides, there are some calculations +I want you to make.” +</p> +<p>Lighting his pipe, he took his seat on the hand-car +and knitted his brows as two colored laborers drove +him down the hill. Below, the lights of Santa Brigida +gleamed in a cluster against the dusky sea, and he +knew something of the intrigues that went on in the +town. Commercial and political jealousies were very +keen, and citizens of all ranks fought and schemed +against their neighbors. The place was rank with +plots, but it was hard to see how he could be involved. +Yet it certainly began to look as if he had been stabbed +by Oliva’s order, and Oliva was now employed at the +Adexe coaling wharf. +</p> +<p>This seemed to throw a light upon the matter. +Something mysterious was going on at Adexe, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span> +perhaps he had been incautious and had shown his +suspicions; the Spaniards were subtle. The manager +might have imagined he knew more than he did; but +if it was worth defending by the means Payne had +hinted at, the secret must be very important, and +the plotters would hesitate about betraying themselves +by another attempt upon his life so long as there was +any possibility of failure. Besides, it was dangerous +to attack a foreigner, since if he were killed, the representative +of his country would demand an exhaustive +inquiry. +</p> +<p>While Dick pondered the matter the hand-car +stopped and he alighted and walked briskly to Santa +Brigida, keeping in the middle of the road. When he +reached the town, he chose the wide, well-lighted +streets but saw nothing suspicious. After transacting +his business he ventured, by way of experiment, across +a small dark square and returned to the main street +by a narrow lane, but although he kept a keen watch +nothing indicated that he was followed. Reaching +the hand-car without being molested, he determined to +be cautious in future, though it was possible that Payne +had been deceived. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIX_JAKE_EXPLAINS_MATTERS' id='XIX_JAKE_EXPLAINS_MATTERS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h3>JAKE EXPLAINS MATTERS</h3> +</div> + +<p>The sun had sunk behind the range when Clare +Kenwardine stood, musing, on a balcony of the +house. Voices and footsteps reached her across the +roofs, for Santa Brigida was wakening from its afternoon +sleep and the traffic had begun again in the cooling +streets. The girl listened vacantly, as she grappled +with questions that had grown more troublesome +of late. +</p> +<p>The life she led often jarred, and yet she could find +no escape. She hoped she was not unnecessarily censorious +and tried to argue that after all there was no +great harm in gambling, but rarely succeeded in convincing +herself. Then she had deliberately thrown +in her lot with her father’s. When she first insisted +on joining him in England, he had, for her sake, as +she now realized, discouraged the plan, but had since +come to depend upon her in many ways, and she could +not leave him. Besides, it was too late. She had +made her choice and must stick to it. +</p> +<p>Yet she rebelled against the feeling that she had +brought a taint or stigma upon herself. She had no +women friends except the wives of one or two Spanish +officials whose reputation for honesty was not of the +best; the English and American women left her alone. +Most of the men she met she frankly disliked, and imagined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span> +that the formal respect they showed her was +due to her father’s hints. Kenwardine’s moral code +was not severe, but he saw that his guests preserved +their manners. Clare had heard the Spaniards call +him <i>muy caballero</i>, and they knew the outward points +of a gentleman. While she pondered, he came out on +the balcony. +</p> +<p>“Brooding?” he said with a smile. “Well, it has +been very dull lately and we need cheering up. Suppose +you send Mr. Fuller a note and ask him to dinner +to-morrow? He’s sometimes amusing and I think you +like him.” +</p> +<p>Clare braced herself for a struggle, for it was seldom +she refused her father’s request. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she said, “I like him, but it would be better +if he didn’t come.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine gave her a keen glance, but although +he felt some surprise did not try to hide his understanding +of what she meant. +</p> +<p>“It looks as if you knew something about what happened +on his last visit.” +</p> +<p>“I do,” Clare answered. “It was rather a shock.” +</p> +<p>“One mustn’t exaggerate the importance of these +things,” Kenwardine remarked in an indulgent tone. +“It’s difficult to avoid getting a jar now and then, +though I’ve tried to shield you as much as possible. +Fuller’s young and high-spirited, and you really +mustn’t judge his youthful extravagance too severely.” +</p> +<p>“But don’t you see you are admitting that he +shouldn’t come?” Clare asked, with some color in her +face. “He <i>is</i> young and inexperienced, and your +friends are men of the world. What is safe for them +may be dangerous for him.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span></p> +<p>Kenwardine pondered. Fuller was an attractive +lad, and he would not have been displeased to think +that Clare’s wish to protect him might spring from +sentimental tenderness. But if this were so, she would +hardly have been so frank and have admitted that he +was weak. Moreover, if she found his society congenial, +she would not insist on keeping him away. +</p> +<p>“You are afraid some of the others might take advantage +of his rashness?” he suggested. “Can’t you +trust me to see this doesn’t happen?” +</p> +<p>“It did happen, not long ago. And you can’t go +very far; one can’t be rude to one’s guests.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Kenwardine, smiling, “it’s kind of +you to make an excuse for me. On the whole, of +course, I like you to be fastidious in your choice of +friends, but one should temper severity with sense. +I don’t want you to get as exacting as Brandon, for +example.” +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid he was right when he tried to keep +Fuller away.” +</p> +<p>“Right in thinking my house was unsafe for the +lad, and in warning him that you and I were unfit for +him to associate with?” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine studied the girl. She looked distressed, +and he thought this significant, but after a moment or +two she answered steadily: +</p> +<p>“After all, Brandon had some grounds for thinking +so. I would much sooner you didn’t urge me to ask +Jake Fuller.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Kenwardine. “I don’t want you +to do anything that’s repugnant; but, of course, if +he comes to see me, I can’t send him off. It isn’t a +matter of much importance, anyhow.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span></p> +<p>He left her, but she was not deceived by his careless +tone. She thought he meant to bring Fuller back +and did not see how she could prevent this, although +she had refused to help. Then she thought about the +plans that Brandon had lost at their house in England. +They had certainly been stolen, for she could +not doubt what he had told her, but it was painful to +admit that her father had taken them. She felt dejected +and lonely, and while she struggled against the +depression Lucille came to say that Jake was waiting +below. +</p> +<p>“Tell him I am not at home,” Clare replied. +</p> +<p>Lucille went away and Clare left the balcony, but +a few minutes later, when she thought Jake had gone, +she went down the stairs and met him coming up. He +stopped with a twinkle of amusement. +</p> +<p>“I sent word that I was not at home,” she said +haughtily. +</p> +<p>“You did,” Jake agreed in an apologetic tone. “It’s +your privilege, but although I felt rather hurt, I don’t +see why that should prevent my asking if your father +was in.” +</p> +<p>Clare’s indignation vanished. She liked Jake and +was moved by his reproachful look. She determined +to try an appeal. +</p> +<p>“Mr. Fuller,” she said, “I would sooner you didn’t +come to see us. It would be better, in several +ways.” +</p> +<p>He gave her a curious, intent look, in which she +read sympathy. “I can’t pretend I don’t understand, +and you’re very brave. Still, I’m not sure you’re +quite just, to me among others. I’m a bit of a fool, +but I’m not so rash as some people think. Anyhow, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span> +if I were, I’d still be safe enough in your house. +Sorry, but I can’t promise to stop away.” +</p> +<p>“It would really be much better,” Clare insisted. +</p> +<p>“Would it make things any easier for you?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Clare. “In a sense, it could make no +difference to me.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. I intend to call on your father now +and then. Of course, you needn’t see me unless you +like, though since I am coming, your keeping out of +the way wouldn’t do much good.” +</p> +<p>Clare made a gesture of helpless protest. “Why +won’t you be warned? Can’t you understand? Do +you think it is easy for me to try——” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” said Jake. “I know it’s very hard. I +think you’re mistaken about the necessity for interfering; +that’s all.” Then he paused and resumed in +a different tone: “You see, I imagine that you must +feel lonely at times, and that you might need a friend. +I dare say you’d find me better than none, and I’d like +to know that I’ll have an opportunity of being around +if I’m wanted.” +</p> +<p>He gave her a quiet, respectful glance, and Clare +knew she had never liked him so much. He looked +trustworthy, and it was a relief to note that there +was no hint of anything but sympathy in his eyes and +voice. He asked nothing but permission to protect +her if there was need. Moreover, since they had been +forced to tread on dangerous ground, he had handled +the situation with courage. She might require a +friend, and his honest sympathy was refreshing by +contrast with the attitude of her father’s companions. +Some were hard and cynical and some were dissipated, +but all were stamped by a repugnant greediness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span> +They sought something: money, the gratification of +base desires, success in dark intrigue. Jake with his +chivalrous generosity stood far apart from them; but +he must be saved from becoming like them. +</p> +<p>“If I knew how I could keep you away, I would +do so, but I can, at least, see you as seldom as possible,” +she said and left him. +</p> +<p>Jake knitted his brows as he went on to Kenwardine’s +room. He understood Clare’s motive, and admitted +that she meant well, but he was not going to +stop away because she thought this better for him. +There was, however, another matter that demanded +his attention and he felt awkward when Kenwardine +opened the door. +</p> +<p>“It’s some time since you have been to see us,” the +latter remarked. +</p> +<p>“It is,” said Jake. “Perhaps you can understand +that I felt rather shy about coming after the way my +partner arranged the matter of the check.” +</p> +<p>“He arranged it to your advantage, and you ought +to be satisfied. Mr. Brandon is obviously a business +man.” +</p> +<p>Jack resented the polished sneer. “He’s a very good +sort and I’m grateful to him; but it doesn’t follow that +I adopt his point of view.” +</p> +<p>“You mean his views about the payment of one’s +debts?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake. “I don’t consider the debt +wiped out; in fact, that’s why I came. I want to make +good, but it will take time. If you will ask your +friends to wait——” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine looked at him with an ironical smile. +“Isn’t this a change of attitude? I understood you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span> +claimed that you were under a disadvantage through +being drunk and suspected that the game was not +quite straight.” +</p> +<p>“I was drunk and still suspect Black of crooked +play.” +</p> +<p>“It’s rather a grave statement.” +</p> +<p>“I quite see that,” said Jake. “However, I deserved +to lose for being drunk when I was betting +high, and don’t hold you accountable for Black. +You’d take steep chances if you guaranteed all guests.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine laughed. “You’re remarkably frank; +but there’s some truth in what you say, although the +convention is that I do guarantee them and their honor’s +mine.” +</p> +<p>“We’ll keep to business,” Jake replied. “Will you +tell your friends I’ll pay them out in full as soon as I +can?” +</p> +<p>“Certainly. Since they thought the matter closed, +it will be a pleasant surprise, but we’ll let that go. +Mr. Brandon obviously didn’t consult your wishes, +but have you any idea what his object was in taking his +very unusual line?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake; “if you press me, I have.” +</p> +<p>“He thought he would make it awkward for you +to come here, in fact?” +</p> +<p>“Something like that.” +</p> +<p>“Then you mean to run the risk?” +</p> +<p>“I’m coming, if you’ll allow it,” Jake answered with +a twinkle. “The risk isn’t very great, because if I lose +any more money in the next few months, the winners +will not get paid. The old man certainly won’t stand +for it if I get into debt.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine pushed a box of cigarettes across. “I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span> +congratulate you on your way of making things clear, +and now we understand each other you can come when +you like. Have a smoke.” +</p> +<p>Jake took a cigarette, but left soon afterwards to +do an errand of Bethune’s that had given him an excuse +for visiting the town. Then he went back to +the dam, and after dinner sat outside Dick’s shack, +pondering what Clare had said. She had, of course, +had some ground for warning him, but he did not +believe yet that Kenwardine meant to exploit his recklessness. +It would not be worth while, for one thing, +since he had never had much money to lose and now +had none. Besides, Kenwardine was not the man to +take a mean advantage of his guest, though Jake could +not say as much for some of his friends. Anyhow, +he meant to go to the house because he felt that Clare +might need his help. He did not see how that might +be, but he had a half-formed suspicion that she might +have to suffer on her father’s account, and if anything +of the kind happened, he meant to be about. +</p> +<p>Yet he was not in love with her. She attracted +him strongly, and he admitted that it would be remarkably +easy to become infatuated, but did not mean +to let this happen. Though often rash, he had more +sense and self-control than his friends believed, and +realized that Clare was not for him. He could not +tell how he had arrived at this conclusion, but there +it was, and he knew he was not mistaken. Sometimes +he wondered with a twinge of jealousy what +she thought of Brandon. +</p> +<p>By and by he roused himself from his reflections +and looked about. There was no moon and a thin +mist that had stolen out of the jungle drifted past +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span> +the shack. A coffee-pot and two cups stood upon a +table near his chair, and one cup was half empty, as +Dick had left it when he was unexpectedly summoned +to the dam, where work was going on. The veranda +lamp had been put out, because Jake did not want +to read and a bright light would have attracted moths +and beetles, but Dick had left a lamp burning in his +room, and a faint illumination came through the curtain +on the open window. Everything was very quiet +except when the ringing of hammers and the rattle of +a crane rose from the dam. +</p> +<p>Looking farther round, Jake thought he distinguished +the blurred outline of a human figure in the +mist, but was not surprised. Some ironwork that +made a comfortable seat lay near the shack and the +figure had been there before. For all that, he imagined +the man was wasting his time and keeping an +unnecessary watch. Then his thoughts again centered +on Clare and Kenwardine and some time had +passed when he looked up. Something had disturbed +him, but he could not tell what it was, and on glancing +at the spot where he had seen the figure he found it +had gone. +</p> +<p>Next moment a board in the house creaked softly, +as if it had been trodden on; but the boards often +did so after a change of temperature, and Jake sat +still. Their colored servant had asked leave to go +down to the camp and was perhaps now coming back. +One had to be careful not to give one’s imagination +too much rein in these hot countries. Payne seemed +to have done so and had got an attack of nerves, +which was curious, because indulgence in native caña +generally led to that kind of thing, and Payne was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span> +sober. Moreover, he was of the type that is commonly +called hard. +</p> +<p>Jake took out a cigarette and was lighting it when he +heard a swift, stealthy step close behind him. He +dropped the match as he swung round, pushing back +his canvas chair, and found his eyes dazzled by the +sudden darkness. Still he thought he saw a shadow +flit across the veranda and vanish into the mist. Next +moment there were heavier footsteps, and a crash as +a man fell over the projecting legs of the chair. The +fellow rolled down the shallow stairs, dropping a pistol +and then hurriedly got up. +</p> +<p>“Stop right there, Pepe!” he shouted. “What +were you doing in that room?” +</p> +<p>Nobody answered and Jake turned to the man, who +was rubbing his leg. +</p> +<p>“What’s the trouble, Payne?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“He’s lit out, but I reckon I’d have got him if you’d +been more careful how you pushed your chair around.” +</p> +<p>“Whom did you expect to get?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Payne, “it wasn’t Pepe.” +</p> +<p>“Then why did you call him?” +</p> +<p>“I wanted the fellow I was after to think I’d made +a mistake.” +</p> +<p>Jake could understand this, though the rest was +dark. Pepe was an Indian boy who brought water +and domestic stores to the shack, but would have no +excuse for entering it at night. +</p> +<p>“I allow he meant to dope the coffee,” Payne resumed. +</p> +<p>This was alarming, and Jake abruptly glanced at +the table. The intruder must have been close to it +and behind him when he heard the step, and might +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span> +have accomplished his purpose and stolen away had he +not struck the match. +</p> +<p>“He hadn’t time,” he answered. “We had better +see what he was doing in the house.” +</p> +<p>Payne put away his pistol and they entered Dick’s +room. Nothing seemed to have been touched, until +Jake placed the lamp on a writing-table where Dick +sometimes worked at night. The drawers beneath it +were locked, but Payne indicated a greasy finger-print +on the writing-pad. +</p> +<p>“I guess that’s a dago’s mark. Mr. Brandon would +wash his hands before he began to write.” +</p> +<p>Jake agreed, and picking up the pad thought the +top sheet had been hurriedly removed, because a torn +fragment projected from the leather clip. The sheet +left was covered with faint impressions, but it rather +looked as if these had been made by the ink running +through than by direct contact. Jake wrote a few +words on a scrap of paper and pressing it on the pad +noted the difference. +</p> +<p>“This is strange,” he said. “I don’t get the drift +of it.” +</p> +<p>Payne looked at him with a dry smile. “If you’ll +come out and let me talk, I’ll try to put you wise.” +</p> +<p>Jake nodded and they went back to the veranda. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XX_DON_SEBASTIAN' id='XX_DON_SEBASTIAN'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h3>DON SEBASTIAN</h3> +</div> + +<p>When they returned to the veranda Payne sat +down on the steps. Jake picked up his chair +and looked at him thoughtfully. +</p> +<p>“Now,” he said, “I want to know why you have +been prowling about the shack at night. You had +better begin at the beginning.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. I guess you know I was put off this +camp soon before you came?” +</p> +<p>“I heard something about it,” Jake admitted. +</p> +<p>Payne grinned as if he appreciated his tact, and +then resumed: “In the settlement where I was +raised, the old fellow who kept the store had a cheat-ledger. +When somebody traded stale eggs and garden-truck +for good groceries, and the storekeeper saw +he couldn’t make trouble about it without losing a +customer, he said nothing but scored it down against +the man. Sometimes he had to wait a long while, but +sooner or later he squared the account. Now that’s +my plan with Don Ramon Oliva.” +</p> +<p>“I see,” said Jake. “What have you against +him?” +</p> +<p>“To begin with, he got me fired. It was a thing +I took my chances of and wouldn’t have blamed him +for; but I reckon now your father’s cement wasn’t +all he was after. He wanted a pull on me.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span></p> +<p>“I haven’t got that quite clear, but I’m an American +and could do things he couldn’t, without being suspected.” +</p> +<p>“Go on,” said Jake, in a thoughtful tone. +</p> +<p>“Well, for a clever man, he made a very poor defense +when your partner spotted his game; seemed to +say if they reckoned he’d been stealing, he’d let it go +at that. Then, when he’d got me and found I wasn’t +the man he wanted, he turned me down. Left me to +live with breeds and niggers!” +</p> +<p>“What do you mean by your not being the man he +wanted?” +</p> +<p>Payne smiled in a deprecatory way. “I allow that +I was willing to make a few dollars on the cement, but +working against white men in a dago plot is a different +thing.” +</p> +<p>“Then there is a plot?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Payne quietly, “I don’t know much +about it, but something’s going on.” +</p> +<p>Jake lighted a cigarette while he pondered. He +was not surprised that Payne should talk to him with +confidential familiarity, because the situation warranted +it, and the American workman is not, as a rule, +deferential to his employer. The fellow might be +mistaken, but he believed that Oliva had schemed to +get him into his power and work upon his wish +for revenge. Jake could understand Oliva’s error. +Payne’s moral code was rudimentary, but he had some +racial pride and would not act like a treacherous renegade. +</p> +<p>“I begin to see how your account against Oliva +stands,” he remarked. “But is that the only entry +in your book?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span></p> +<p>“I guess not,” Payne replied. “Mr. Brandon’s +name is there, but the entry is against myself. It was +a straight fight when he had me fired, and he took me +back when he found I was down and out.” +</p> +<p>Jake nodded. “You have already warned Brandon +that he might be in some danger in the town.” +</p> +<p>“That’s so. Since then, I reckoned that they were +getting after him <i>here</i>, but we were more likely to hold +them up if they didn’t know we knew. That’s why +I called out to show I thought it was Pepe who was +in the shack.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Jake. “There’s nothing more +to be done in the meantime, but you’d better tell me +if you find out anything else.” +</p> +<p>Payne went away and when Dick came in Jake took +him into his room and indicated the blotter. +</p> +<p>“Have you torn off the top sheet in the last few +days?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t remember doing so, but now I come to +look, it has been torn off.” +</p> +<p>“What have you been writing lately?” +</p> +<p>“Orders for small supplies, specifications of material, +and such things.” +</p> +<p>“Concrete, in short?” Jake remarked. “Well, +it’s not an interesting subject to outsiders and sometimes +gets very stale to those who have to handle it. +Are you quite sure you haven’t been writing about +anything else?” +</p> +<p>“I am sure. Why do you ask?” +</p> +<p>“Because, as you see, somebody thought it worth +while to steal the top sheet of your blotter,” Jake replied. +“Now perhaps I’d better tell you something +I’ve just learned.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span></p> +<p>He related what Payne had told him and concluded: +“I’m puzzled about Oliva’s motive. After +all, it could hardly be revenge.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, with a thoughtful frown, “I +don’t imagine it is.” +</p> +<p>“Then what does he expect to gain?” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for a few moments with knitted +brows, and then asked: “You have a Monroe Doctrine, +haven’t you?” +</p> +<p>“We certainly have,” Jake agreed, smiling. “We +reaffirmed it not long ago.” +</p> +<p>“Roughly speaking, the Doctrine states that no +European power can be allowed to set up a naval base +or make warlike preparations in any part of America. +In fact, you warn all foreigners to keep their hands +off?” +</p> +<p>“That’s its general purport; but while I support it +patriotically, I can’t tell you exactly what it says. +Anyhow, I don’t see what this has to do with the +matter.” +</p> +<p>“Nor do I, but it seems to promise a clue,” Dick +answered dryly. He frowned at the blotter and then +added: “We’ll leave it at that. I’ve some vague +suspicions, but nothing to act upon. If the thing gets +any plainer, I’ll let you know.” +</p> +<p>“But what about Payne? Is he to hang around +here nights with his gun?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, “it isn’t necessary. But there’d +be no harm in our taking a few precautions.” +</p> +<p>He stretched his arms wearily when Jake left him, +for he had had a tiring day and had now been given +ground for anxious thought. He had not troubled +much about Oliva while he imagined that the fellow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span> +was actuated by a personal grudge, but his antagonism +began to look more dangerous. Suppose the Adexe +coaling station was intended to be something of the +nature of a naval base? Munitions and other contraband +of war might be quietly sent off with fuel to +fighting ships. Richter, the German, had certainly +been associated with Kenwardine, who had made an +opportunity for telling Jake that they had disagreed. +Then suppose the owners of the station had learned +that they were being spied upon? Dick admitted that +he might not have been as tactful as he thought; and +he was employed by an influential American. The +Americans might be disposed to insist upon a strict +observance of the Monroe Doctrine. Granting all +this, if he was to be dealt with, it would be safer to +make use of a half-breed who was known to have +some ground for hating him. +</p> +<p>Dick, however, reflected that he was taking much +for granted and his suppositions might well be wrong. +It was unwise to attach too much importance to a +plausible theory. Then he could not expose Kenwardine +without involving Clare, and saw no means +of separating them. Besides, Kenwardine’s position +was strong. The officials were given to graft, and he +had, no doubt, made a skilful use of bribes. Warnings +about him would not be listened to, particularly +as he was carrying on a thriving business and paying +large sums in wages in a country that depended on +foreign capital. +</p> +<p>Then Dick got up with a frown. His head ached +and he was tired after working since sunrise in enervating +heat. The puzzle could not be solved now, +and he must wait until he found out something more. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span></p> +<p>For the next two or three evenings he was kept +busy at the dam, where work was carried on after +dark, and Jake, taking advantage of this, went to +Santa Brigida one night when he knew the locomotive +would be coming back up the line. Nothing of importance +happened at Kenwardine’s, where he did not +see Clare, and on his return he took a short cut through +a badly-lighted part of the town. There was perhaps +some risk in this, but Jake seldom avoided an adventure. +Nothing unusual happened as he made his way +through the narrow streets, until he reached a corner +where a noisy group hung about the end house. As +the men did not look sober, he took the other side +of the street, where the light of a lamp fell upon +him. +</p> +<p>His close-fitting white clothes distinguished him +from the picturesque untidiness of the rest, and when +somebody shouted, “<i>Un Gringo!</i>” one or two moved +across as if to stop him. Jake walked on quickly, +looking straight in front without seeming to notice +the others, in the hope of getting past before they got +in his way, but a man dressed like a respectable citizen +came round the corner and the peons ran off. Since +the appearance of a single stranger did not seem to +account for this, Jake wondered what had alarmed +them, until he saw a rural guard in white uniform behind +the other. When the man came up the <i>rurale</i> +stopped and raised his hand as if he meant to salute, +but let it fall again, and Jake imagined that the first +had given him a warning glance. He knew the thin, +dark-faced Spaniard, whom he had met at Kenwardine’s. +</p> +<p>The man touched Jake’s shoulder and drew him +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span> +away, and the lad thought it strange that the <i>rurale</i> +went on without asking a question. +</p> +<p>“I don’t know that the peons meant to make +trouble, but I’m glad you came along, Don Sebastian,” +he said. +</p> +<p>“It is an honor to have been of some service, but +it looks as if you were as rash in other matters as you +are at cards,” the Spaniard answered. “These dark +<i>calles</i> are unsafe for foreigners.” +</p> +<p>“So it seems, but I’m afraid it will be a long time +before I’m worth robbing,” Jake replied, and then remembered +with embarrassment that the other was one +of the party whose winnings he had not yet paid. +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian smiled, but said suavely: “For all +that, you should not take an unnecessary risk. You +have been attacked once already, I think?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, but it was my partner who got hurt.” +</p> +<p>“That is one of the ironies of luck. Señor Brandon +is sober and cautious, but he gets injured when he +comes to protect you, who are rash.” +</p> +<p>“He’s what you say, but I didn’t know you had +met him,” Jake replied. +</p> +<p>“I have heard of him; you foreigners are talked +about in the cafés. They talk much in Santa Brigida; +many have nothing else to do. But have you and +Señor Brandon only been molested once?” +</p> +<p>Jake hesitated for a moment. He liked the man +and on the whole thought he could be trusted, while +he imagined that he was not prompted by idle curiosity +but knew something. Besides, Jake was often impulsive +and ready, as he said, to back his judgment. +</p> +<p>“We were only once actually attacked, but something +rather curious happened not long ago.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Don Sebastian, “this is interesting, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span> +and as I know something of the intrigues that go on +in the city it might be to your advantage to tell me +about it. There is a quiet wine-shop not far off.” +</p> +<p>“Would it be safe to go in?” Jake asked. +</p> +<p>“I think so,” his companion answered, smiling. +</p> +<p>Jake presently followed him into a small, dimly +lighted room, and noted that the landlord came to wait +on them with obsequious attention. Two peons were +drinking in a corner, but they went out when the landlord +made a sign. Jake thought this curious, but Don +Sebastian filled his glass and gave him a cigarette. +</p> +<p>“Now,” he said, “we have the place to ourselves +and you can tell your story.” +</p> +<p>Jake related how a stranger had stolen into their +shack a few days ago, and Don Sebastian listened attentively. +</p> +<p>“You do not think it was one of the peons employed +at the dam?” he suggested. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake. “Anyhow, Payne seemed satisfied +it wasn’t.” +</p> +<p>“He would probably know them better than you. +Do you keep money in the house?” +</p> +<p>“Very little. We lock up the money for wages in +the pay-office safe. Anyhow, I’m not sure the fellow +came to steal.” +</p> +<p>“If he did so, one would not imagine that he would +be satisfied with blotting-paper,” Don Sebastian agreed. +“You said there was some coffee on the table.” +</p> +<p>“There was. Payne reckoned the fellow meant to +dope it. What do you think?” +</p> +<p>“It is possible, if he had ground for being revengeful. +Some of the Indians from the mountains are +expert poisoners. But why should anybody wish to +injure your comrade?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span></p> +<p>“I didn’t suggest that he wished to injure Brandon. +He might have meant to dope me.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian smiled. “That is so, but on the +whole I do not think it probable. Do you know of +anybody whom your friend has harmed?” +</p> +<p>Jake decided to tell him about Oliva. He was now +convinced that Don Sebastian knew more than he admitted +and that his interest was not unfriendly. Besides, +there was somehow a hint of authority in the +fellow’s thin, dark face. He showed polite attention +as Jake narrated the events that had led to Oliva’s dismissal, +but the lad imagined that he was telling him +nothing he had not already heard. +</p> +<p>“The motive may have been revenge, but as Señor +Brandon was stabbed that ought to satisfy his enemy. +Besides, these people are unstable; they do not even +indulge in hatred long. Do you know if your comrade +has taken any part in political intrigue?” +</p> +<p>“It’s most unlikely; he would make a very poor +conspirator,” Jake replied. +</p> +<p>“Then have you heard of any señorita, or perhaps +a half-breed girl who has taken his fancy?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake. “Dick is not that kind.” +</p> +<p>He thought Don Sebastian had been clearing the +ground, eliminating possibilities to which he did not +attach much weight, and waited with interest for his +remarks. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said the Spaniard, “I think you and the +man, Payne, should watch over your friend, but it +might be better if you did not tell him you are doing +so or ask him any questions, and I would sooner you +did not mention this interview. If, however, anything +suspicious happens again, it might be an advantage if +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span> +you let me know. You can send word to me at the +hotel.” +</p> +<p>“Not at Kenwardine’s?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian gave him a quiet glance, but Jake +thought it was keenly observant and remembered how, +one night when a messenger entered Kenwardine’s +patio, Richter, the German, had stood where he obstructed +the Spaniard’s view. +</p> +<p>“No,” he said, “I should prefer the hotel. Will +you promise?” +</p> +<p>“I will,” Jake answered impulsively. “However, +you seem to suggest that I should leave my partner to +grapple with this thing himself and I don’t like that. +If he’s up against any danger, I want to butt in. +Dick’s no fool, but there are respects in which he’s not +very keen. His mind’s fixed on concrete, and when +he gets off it his imagination’s sometimes rather +weak——” +</p> +<p>He stopped, feeling that he must not seem to censure +his friend, and Don Sebastian nodded with a +twinkle of amusement. +</p> +<p>“I think I understand. There are, however, men +of simple character and no cunning who are capable +of going far and sometimes surprise the friends who +do not know them very well. I cannot tell if Señor +Brandon is one of these, but it is not impossible. +After all, it is often the clever man who makes the +worst mistakes; and on the whole I imagine it would +be wiser to leave your comrade alone.” +</p> +<p>He got up and laid his hand on Jake’s arm with a +friendly gesture. “Now I will put you on your way, +and if you feel puzzled or alarmed in future, you can +come to me.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXI_DICK_MAKES_A_BOLD_VENTURE' id='XXI_DICK_MAKES_A_BOLD_VENTURE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h3>DICK MAKES A BOLD VENTURE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Some delicate and important work was being +done, and Stuyvesant had had his lunch sent up +to the dam. Bethune and Dick joined him afterwards, +and sat in the shade of a big traveling crane. Stuyvesant +and Dick were hot and dirty, for it was not +their custom to be content with giving orders when +urgent work was going on. Bethune looked languid +and immaculately neat. His speciality was mathematics, +and he said he did not see why the man with +mental talents should dissipate his energy by using his +hands. +</p> +<p>“It’s curious about that French liner,” Stuyvesant +presently remarked. “I understand her passengers +have been waiting since yesterday and she hasn’t arrived.” +</p> +<p>“The last boat cut out Santa Brigida without notice,” +Bethune replied. “My opinion of the French +is that they’re a pretty casual lot.” +</p> +<p>“On the surface. They smile and shrug where we +set our teeth, but when you get down to bed-rock +you don’t find much difference. I thought as you +do, until I went over there and saw a people that run +us close for steady, intensive industry. Their small +cultivators are simply great. I’d like to put them on +our poorer land in the Middle West, where we’re content +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span> +with sixteen bushels of wheat that’s most fit for +chicken feed to the acre. Then what they don’t know +about civil engineering isn’t worth learning.” +</p> +<p>Bethune made a gesture of agreement. “They’re +certainly fine engineers and they’re putting up a pretty +good fight just now, but these Latins puzzle me. Take +the Iberian branch of the race, for example. We have +Spanish peons here who’ll stand for as much work +and hardship as any Anglo-Saxon I’ve met. Then an +educated Spaniard’s hard to beat for intellectual +subtlety. Chess is a game that’s suited to my turn +of mind, but I’ve been badly whipped in Santa Brigida. +They’ve brains and application, and yet they don’t +progress. What’s the matter with them, anyway?” +</p> +<p>“I expect they can’t formulate a continuous policy +and stick to it, and they keep brains and labor too far +apart; the two should coordinate. But I wonder +what’s holding up the mail boat.” +</p> +<p>“Do they know when she left the last port?” Dick, +who had listened impatiently, asked with concealed interest. +</p> +<p>“They do. It’s a short run and she ought to have +arrived yesterday morning.” +</p> +<p>“The Germans can’t have got her. They have no +commerce-destroyers in these waters,” Bethune remarked, +with a glance at Dick. “Your navy corralled +the lot, I think.” +</p> +<p>Dick wondered why Bethune looked at him, but he +answered carelessly: “So one understands. But it’s +strange the French company cut out the last call. +There was a big quantity of freight on the mole.” +</p> +<p>“It looks as if the agent had suspected something,” +Stuyvesant replied. “However, that’s not our affair, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span> +and you want to get busy and have your specifications +and cost-sheets straight when Fuller comes.” +</p> +<p>“Then Fuller is coming back!” Dick exclaimed. +</p> +<p>“He’ll be here to-morrow night. I imagined +Bethune had told you about the cablegram he sent.” +</p> +<p>“He didn’t; I expect he thought his getting a +scratch lunch more important,” Dick replied, looking +at his watch. “Well, I must see everything’s ready +before the boys make a start.” +</p> +<p>He went away with swift, decided steps through the +scorching heat, and Stuyvesant smiled. +</p> +<p>“There you have a specimen of the useful Anglo-Saxon +type. I don’t claim that he’s a smart man all +round, but he can concentrate on his work and put +over what he takes in hand. You wouldn’t go to him +for a brilliant plan, but give him an awkward job +and he’ll make good. I expect he’ll get a lift up when +Fuller has taken a look round.” +</p> +<p>“He deserves it,” Bethune agreed. +</p> +<p>Though the heat was intense and the glare from the +white dam dazzling, Dick found work something of +a relief. It was his habit to fix his mind upon the +task in which he was engaged; but of late his thoughts +had been occupied by Clare and conjectures about the +Adexe coaling station and the strange black-funnel +boat. The delay in the French liner’s arrival had +made the matter look more urgent, but he had now an +excuse for putting off its consideration. His duty +to his employer came first. There were detailed plans +that must be worked out before Fuller came and things +he would want to know, and Dick sat up late at night +in order to have the answers ready. +</p> +<p>Fuller arrived, and after spending a few days at the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span> +works came to Dick’s shack one evening. For an +hour he examined drawings and calculations, asking +Jake a sharp question now and then, and afterwards +sent him away. +</p> +<p>“You can put up the papers now,” he said. “We’ll +go out on the veranda. It’s cooler there.” +</p> +<p>He dropped into a canvas chair, for the air was +stagnant and enervating, and looked down at the clustering +lights beside the sea for a time. Then he said +abruptly: “Jake seems to know his business. You +have taught him well.” +</p> +<p>“He learned most himself,” Dick answered modestly. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Fuller with some dryness, “that’s the +best plan, but you put him on the right track and kept +him there; I guess I know my son. Has he made +trouble for you in other ways?” +</p> +<p>“None worth mentioning.” +</p> +<p>Fuller gave him a keen glance and then indicated +the lights of the town. +</p> +<p>“That’s the danger-spot. Does he go down there +often?” +</p> +<p>“No. I make it as difficult as possible, but can’t +stop him altogether.” +</p> +<p>Fuller nodded. “I guess you used some tact, because +he likes you and you’d certainly have had trouble +if you’d snubbed him up too hard. Anyway, I’m +glad to acknowledge that you have put me in your +debt. You can see how I was fixed. Bethune’s not +the man to guide a headstrong lad, and Stuyvesant’s +his boss. If he’d used any official pressure, Jake +would have kicked. That’s why I wanted a steady +partner for him who had no actual authority.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span></p> +<p>“In a sense, you ran some risk in choosing me.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know that I chose you, to begin with,” +Fuller answered with a twinkle. “I imagine my +daughter made me think as I did, but I’m willing to +state that her judgment was good. We’ll let that go. +You have seen Jake at his work; do you think he’ll +make an engineer?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick, and then recognizing friendship’s +claim, added bluntly: “But he’ll make a better artist. +He has the gift.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Fuller, in a thoughtful tone, “we’ll +talk of it again. In the meantime, he’s learning how +big jobs are done and dollars are earned, and that’s a +liberal education. However, I’ve a proposition here +I’d like your opinion of.” +</p> +<p>Dick’s heart beat as he read the document his employer +handed him. It was a formal agreement by +which he engaged his services to Fuller until the irrigation +work was completed, in return for a salary that +he thought remarkably good. +</p> +<p>“It’s much more than I had any reason to expect,” +he said with some awkwardness. “In fact, although +I don’t know that I have been of much help to Jake, +I’d sooner you didn’t take this way of repaying me. +One would prefer not to mix friendship with business.” +</p> +<p>“Yours is not a very common view,” Fuller replied, +smiling. “However, I’m merely offering to buy +your professional skill, and want to know if you’re +satisfied with my terms.” +</p> +<p>“They’re generous,” said Dick with emotion, for +he saw what the change in his position might enable +him to do. “There’s only one thing: the agreement +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span> +is to stand until the completion of the dam. What +will happen afterwards?” +</p> +<p>“Then if I have no more use for you here, I think +I can promise to find you as good or better job. Is +that enough?” +</p> +<p>Dick gave him a grateful look. “It’s difficult to +tell you how I feel about it, but I’ll do my best to make +good and show that you have not been mistaken.” +</p> +<p>“That’s all right,” said Fuller, getting up. “Sign +the document when you can get a witness and let me +have it.” +</p> +<p>He went away and Dick sat down and studied the +agreement with a beating heart. He found his work +engrossing, he liked the men he was associated with, +and saw his way to making his mark in his profession, +but there was another cause for the triumphant thrill +he felt. Clare must be separated from Kenwardine +before she was entangled in his dangerous plots, and +he had brooded over his inability to come to her rescue. +Now, however, one obstacle was removed. He +could offer her some degree of comfort if she could +be persuaded to marry him. It was obvious that she +must be taken out of her father’s hands as soon as +possible, and he determined to try to gain her consent +next morning, though he was very doubtful of his +success. +</p> +<p>When he reached the house, Clare was sitting at +a table in the patio with some work in her hand. +Close by, the purple creeper spread across the wall, +and the girl’s blue eyes and thin lilac dress harmonized +with its deeper color. Her face and half-covered arms +showed pure white against the background, but the +delicate pink that had once relieved the former was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span> +now less distinct. The hot, humid climate had begun +to set its mark on her, and Dick thought she looked +anxious and perplexed. +</p> +<p>She glanced up when she heard his step, and moving +quietly forward he stopped on the opposite side of the +table with his hand on a chair. He knew there was +much against him and feared a rebuff, but delay might +be dangerous and he could not wait. Standing quietly +resolute, he fixed his eyes on the girl’s face. +</p> +<p>“Is your father at home, Miss Kenwardine?” he +asked. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Clare. “He went out some time ago, +and I cannot tell when he will come back. Do you +want to see him?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know yet. It depends.” +</p> +<p>He thought she was surprised and curious, but she +said nothing, and nerving himself for the plunge, he +resumed: “I came to see you in the first place. I’m +afraid you’ll be astonished, Clare, but I want to know +if you will marry me.” +</p> +<p>She moved abruptly, turned her head for a moment, +and then looked up at him while the color gathered in +her face. Her expression puzzled Dick, but he imagined +that she was angry. +</p> +<p>“I am astonished. Isn’t it a rather extraordinary +request, after what you said on board the launch?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, “it’s very natural from my point +of view. You see, I fell in love with you the first +time we met; but I got into disgrace soon afterwards +and have had a bad time since. This made it impossible +for me to tell you what I felt; but things are +beginning to improve——” +</p> +<p>He stopped, seeing no encouragement in her expression, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span> +for Clare was fighting a hard battle. His blunt +simplicity made a strong appeal. She had liked and +trusted him when he had with callow but honest chivalry +offered her his protection one night in England +and he had developed fast since then. Hardship had +strengthened and in a sense refined him. He looked +resolute and soldierlike as he waited. Still, for his +sake as well as hers, she must refuse. +</p> +<p>“Then you must be easily moved,” she said. “You +knew nothing about me.” +</p> +<p>“I’d seen you; that was quite enough,” Dick declared +and stopped. Her look was gentler and he +might do better if he could lessen the distance between +them and take her hand; he feared he had been painfully +matter-of-fact. Perhaps he was right, but the +table stood in the way, and if he moved round it, she +would take alarm. It was exasperating to be baulked +by a piece of furniture. +</p> +<p>“Besides,” he resumed, “when everybody doubted +me, you showed your confidence. You wrote and +said——” +</p> +<p>“But you told me you tore up the letter,” Clare +interrupted. +</p> +<p>Dick got confused. “I did; I was a fool, but the +way things had been going was too much for me. +You ought to understand and try to make allowances.” +</p> +<p>“I cannot understand why you want to marry a girl +you think a thief.” +</p> +<p>Pulling himself together, Dick gave her a steady +look. “I can’t let that pass, though if I begin to +argue I’m lost. In a way, I’m at your mercy, because +my defense can only make matters worse. But I tried +to explain on board the launch.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span></p> +<p>“The explanation wasn’t very convincing,” Clare +remarked, turning her head. “Do you still believe I +took your papers?” +</p> +<p>“The plans were in my pocket when I reached your +house,” said Dick, who saw he must be frank. “I +don’t know that you took them, and if you did, I +wouldn’t hold you responsible; but they were taken.” +</p> +<p>“You mean that you blame my father for their +loss?” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. He felt that she was giving him a +last opportunity, but he could not seize it. +</p> +<p>“If I pretended I didn’t blame him, you would find +me out and it would stand between us. I wish I could +say I’d dropped the papers somewhere or find some +other way; but the truth is best.” +</p> +<p>Clare turned to him with a hot flush and an angry +sparkle in her eyes. +</p> +<p>“Then it’s unthinkable that you should marry the +daughter of the man whom you believe ruined you. +Don’t you see that you can’t separate me from my +father? We must stand together.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick doggedly, knowing that he was +beaten, “I don’t see that. I want you; I want to take +you away from surroundings and associations that +must jar. Perhaps it was foolish to think you would +come, but you helped to save my life when I was ill, +and I believe I was then something more to you than a +patient. Why have you changed?” +</p> +<p>She looked at him with a forced and rather bitter +smile. “Need you ask? Can’t you, or won’t you, +understand? Could I marry my victim, which is what +you are if your suspicions are justified? If they are +not, you have offered me an insult I cannot forgive. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span> +It is unbearable to be thought the daughter of a thief.” +</p> +<p>Dick nerved himself for a last effort. “What does +your father’s character matter? I want you. You +will be safe from everything that could hurt you if +you come to me.” He hesitated and then went on in a +hoarse, determined voice: “You must come. I can’t +let you live among those plotters and gamblers. It’s +impossible. Clare, when I was ill and you thought me +asleep, I watched you sitting in the moonlight. Your +face was wonderfully gentle and I thought——” +</p> +<p>She rose and stopped him with a gesture. “There +is no more to be said, Mr. Brandon. I cannot marry +you, and if you are generous, you will go.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who had been gripping the chair hard, let his +hand fall slackly and turned away. Clare watched +him cross the patio, and stood tensely still, fighting +against an impulse to call him back as he neared the +door. Then as he vanished into the shadow of the +arch she sat down with sudden limpness and buried +her hot face in her hands. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXII_THE_OFFICIAL_MIND' id='XXII_THE_OFFICIAL_MIND'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h3>THE OFFICIAL MIND</h3> +</div> + +<p>On the evening after Clare’s refusal, Dick entered +the principal café at Santa Brigida. The large, +open-fronted room was crowded, for, owing to the +duty, newspapers were not generally bought by the +citizens, who preferred to read them at the cafés, and +the <i>Diario</i> had just come in. The eagerness to secure +a copy indicated that something important had happened, +and after listening to the readers’ remarks, Dick +gathered that the French liner had sunk and a number +of her passengers were drowned. This, however, did +not seem to account for the angry excitement some of +the men showed, and Dick waited until a polite half-breed +handed him the newspaper. +</p> +<p>A ship’s lifeboat, filled with exhausted passengers, +had reached a bay some distance along the coast, and +it appeared from their stories that the liner was steaming +across a smooth sea in the dark when a large vessel, +which carried no lights, emerged from a belt of haze +and came towards her. The French captain steered +for the land, hoping to reach territorial waters, where +he would be safe, but the stranger was faster and +opened fire with a heavy gun. The liner held on, +although she was twice hit, but after a time there was +an explosion below and her colored firemen ran up on +deck. Then the ship stopped, boats were hoisted out, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span> +and it was believed that several got safely away, +though only one had so far reached the coast. This +boat was forced to pass the attacking vessel rather +close, and an officer declared that she looked like one +of the Spanish liners and her funnel was black. +</p> +<p>Dick gave the newspaper to the next man and sat +still with knitted brows, for his suspicions were suddenly +confirmed. The raider had a black funnel, and +was no doubt the ship he had seen steering for Adexe. +An enemy commerce-destroyer was lurking about the +coast, and she could not be allowed to continue her +deadly work, which her resemblance to the Spanish +vessels would make easier. For all that, Dick saw +that anything he might do would cost him much, since +Clare had said that she and Kenwardine must stand +together. This was true, in a sense, because if Kenwardine +got into trouble, she would share his disgrace +and perhaps his punishment. Moreover, she might +think he had been unjustly treated and blame Dick for +helping to persecute him. Things were getting badly +entangled, and Dick, leaning back in his chair, vacantly +looked about. +</p> +<p>The men had gathered in groups round the tables, +their dark faces showing keen excitement as they +argued with dramatic gestures about international law. +For the most part, they looked indignant, but Dick +understood that they did not expect much from their +Government. One said the English would send a +cruiser and something might be done by the Americans; +another explained the Monroe Doctrine in a +high-pitched voice. Dick, however, tried not to listen, +because difficulties he had for some time seen approaching +must now be faced. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span></p> +<p>He had been forced to leave England in disgrace, +and his offense would be remembered if he returned. +Indeed, he had come to regard America as his home, +but patriotic feelings he had thought dead had awakened +and would not be denied. He might still be able +to serve his country and meant to do so, though it +was plain that this would demand a sacrifice. Love +and duty clashed, but he must do his best and leave +the rest to luck. Getting up with sudden resolution, +he left the café and went to the British consulate. +</p> +<p>When he stopped outside the building, to which the +royal arms were fixed, he remarked that two peons +were lounging near, but, without troubling about them, +knocked at the door. There was only a Vice-Consul +at Santa Brigida, and the post, as sometimes happens, +was held by a merchant, who had, so a clerk stated, +already gone home. Dick, however, knew where he +lived and determined to seek him at his house. He +looked round once or twice on his way there, without +seeing anybody who seemed to be following him, but +when he reached the iron gate he thought a dark figure +stopped in the gloom across the street. Still, it might +only be a citizen going into his house, and Dick rang +the bell. +</p> +<p>He was shown on to a balcony where the Vice-Consul +sat with his Spanish wife and daughter at a +table laid with wine and fruit. He did not look +pleased at being disturbed, but told Dick to sit down +when the ladies withdrew. +</p> +<p>“Now,” he said, “you can state your business, but +I have an appointment in a quarter of an hour.” +</p> +<p>Dick related his suspicions about the coaling company, +and described what he had seen at Adexe and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span> +the visit of the black-funnel boat, but before he had +gone far, realized that he was wasting his time. The +Vice-Consul’s attitude was politely indulgent. +</p> +<p>“This is a rather extraordinary tale,” he remarked +when Dick stopped. +</p> +<p>“I have told you what I saw and what I think it +implies,” Dick answered with some heat. +</p> +<p>“Just so. I do not doubt your honesty, but it is +difficult to follow your arguments.” +</p> +<p>“It oughtn’t to be difficult. You have heard that +the French liner was sunk by a black-funnel boat.” +</p> +<p>“Black funnels are common. Why do you imagine +the vessel you saw was an auxiliary cruiser?” +</p> +<p>“Because her crew looked like navy men. They +were unusually numerous and were busy at drill.” +</p> +<p>“Boat or fire drill probably. They often exercise +them at it on board passenger ships. Besides, I think +you stated that it was dark.” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered for a few moments. He had heard +that Government officials were hard to move, and knew +that, in hot countries, Englishmen who marry native +wives sometimes grow apathetic and succumb to the +climatic lethargy. But this was not all: he had to +contend against the official dislike of anything informal +and unusual. Had he been in the navy, his +warning would have received attention, but as he was +a humble civilian he had, so to speak, no business to +know anything about such matters. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “you can make inquiries and see +if my conclusions are right.” +</p> +<p>The Vice-Consul smiled. “That is not so. You +can pry into the coaling company’s affairs and, if you +are caught, it would be looked upon as an individual +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span> +impertinence. If I did anything of the kind, it would +reflect upon the Foreign Office and compromise our +relations with a friendly state. The Adexe wharf is +registered according to the laws of this country as +being owned by a native company.” +</p> +<p>“Then go to the authorities and tell them what you +know.” +</p> +<p>“The difficulty is that I know nothing except that +you have told me a somewhat improbable tale.” +</p> +<p>“But you surely don’t mean to let the raider do +what she likes? Her next victim may be a British +vessel.” +</p> +<p>“I imagine the British admiralty will attend to that, +and I have already sent a cablegram announcing the +loss of the French boat.” +</p> +<p>Dick saw that he was doubted and feared that argument +would be useless, but he would not give in. +</p> +<p>“A raider must have coal and it’s not easy to get +upon this coast,” he resumed. “You could render +her harmless by cutting off supplies.” +</p> +<p>“Do you know much about international law and +how far it prohibits a neutral country from selling +coal to a belligerent?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know anything about it; but if our Foreign +Office is any good, they ought to be able to stop +the thing,” Dick answered doggedly. +</p> +<p>“Then let me try to show you how matters stand. +We will suppose that your suspicions were correct and +I thought fit to make representations to the Government +of this country. What do you think would happen?” +</p> +<p>“They’d be forced to investigate your statements.” +</p> +<p>“Exactly. The head of a department would be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span> +asked to report. You probably know that every official +whose business brings him into touch with it +is in the coaling company’s pay; I imagine there is +not a foreign trader here who does not get small favors +in return for bribes. Bearing this in mind, it +is easy to understand what the report would be. I +should have shown that we suspected the good faith +of a friendly country, and there would be nothing +gained.” +</p> +<p>“Still, you can’t let the matter drop,” Dick insisted. +</p> +<p>“Although you have given me no proof of your +statements, which seem to be founded on conjectures, +I have not said that I intend to let it drop. In the +meantime I am entitled to ask for some information +about yourself. You look like an Englishman and +have not been here long. Did you leave home after +the war broke out?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick, who saw where he was leading, +“very shortly afterwards.” +</p> +<p>“Why? Men like you are needed for the army.” +</p> +<p>Dick colored, but looked his questioner steadily in +the face. +</p> +<p>“I was in the army. They turned me out.” +</p> +<p>The Vice-Consul made a gesture. “I have nothing +to do with the reason for this; but you can see my difficulty. +You urge me to meddle with things that require +very delicate handling and with which my interference +would have to be justified. No doubt, you +can imagine the feelings of my superiors when I admitted +that I acted upon hints given me by a stranger +in the employ of Americans, who owned to having +been dismissed from the British army.” +</p> +<p>Dick got up, with his face firmly set. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span></p> +<p>“Very well. There’s no more to be said. I won’t +trouble you again.” +</p> +<p>Leaving the house, he walked moodily back to the +end of the line. The Vice-Consul was a merchant +and thought first of his business, which might suffer +if he gained the ill-will of corrupt officials. He would, +no doubt, move if he were forced, but he would demand +incontestable proof, which Dick feared he could +not find. Well, he had done his best and been rebuffed, +and now the temptation to let the matter drop +was strong. To go on would bring him into conflict +with Kenwardine, and perhaps end in his losing +Clare, but he must go on. For all that, he would +leave the Vice-Consul alone and trust to getting some +help from his employer’s countrymen. If it could +be shown that the enemy was establishing a secret +base for naval operations at Adexe, he thought the +Americans would protest. The Vice-Consul, however, +had been of some service by teaching him the +weakness of his position. He must strengthen it by +carefully watching what went on, and not interfere +until he could do so with effect. Finding the locomotive +waiting, he returned to his shack and with an +effort fixed his mind upon the plans of some work that +he must superintend in the morning. +</p> +<p>For the next few days he was busily occupied. A +drum of the traveling crane broke and as it could not +be replaced for a time, Dick put up an iron derrick +of Bethune’s design to lower the concrete blocks into +place. They were forced to use such material as they +could find, and the gang of peons who handled the +chain-tackle made a poor substitute for a steam engine. +In consequence, the work progressed slowly and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232' name='page_232'></a>232</span> +Stuyvesant ordered it to be carried on into the night. +Jake and Bethune grumbled, but Dick found the longer +hours and extra strain something of a relief. He had +now no leisure to indulge in painful thoughts; besides, +while he was busy at the dam he could not +watch Kenwardine, and his duty to his employer justified +his putting off an unpleasant task. +</p> +<p>One hot night he stood, soaked with perspiration +and dressed in soiled duck clothes, some distance beneath +the top of the dam, which broke down to a +lower level at the spot. There was no moon, but a +row of blast-lamps that grew dimmer as they receded +picked out the tall embankment with jets of pulsating +flame. Glimmering silvery gray in the light, it cut +against the gloom in long sweeping lines, with a +molded rib that added a touch of grace where the +slope got steeper towards its top. This was Dick’s +innovation. He had fought hard for it and when +Jake supported him Stuyvesant had written to Fuller, +who sanctioned the extra cost. The rib marked the +fine contour of the structure and fixed its bold curve +upon the eye. +</p> +<p>Where the upper surface broke off, two gangs of +men stood beside the tackles that trailed away from +the foot of the derrick. The flame that leaped with +a roar from a lamp on a tripod picked out some of +the figures with harsh distinctness, but left the rest +dim and blurred. Dick stood eight or nine feet below, +with the end of the line, along which the blocks +were brought, directly above his head. A piece of +rail had been clamped across the metals to prevent the +truck running over the edge. Jake stood close by +on the downward slope of the dam. Everything was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233' name='page_233'></a>233</span> +ready for the lowering of the next block, but they had +a few minutes to wait. +</p> +<p>“That rib’s a great idea,” Jake remarked. “Tones +up the whole work; it’s curious what you can do with +a flowing line, but it must be run just right. Make +it the least too flat and you get harshness, too full and +the effect’s vulgarly pretty or voluptuous. Beauty’s +severely chaste and I allow, as far as form goes, this +dam’s a looker.” He paused and indicated the indigo +sky, flaring lights, and sweep of pearly stone. “Then +if you want color, you can revel in silver, orange, and +blue.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who nodded, shared Jake’s admiration. He +had helped to build the dam and, in a sense, had come +to love it. Any defacement or injury to it would hurt +him. Just then a bright, blinking spot emerged from +the dark at the other end of the line and increased in +radiance as it came forward, flickering along the slope +of stone. It was the head-lamp of the locomotive +that pushed the massive concrete block they waited +for. The block cut off the light immediately in front +of and below it, and when the engine, snorting harshly, +approached the edge of the gap somebody shouted +and steam was cut off. The truck stopped just short +of the rail fastened across the line, and Dick looked +up. +</p> +<p>The blast-lamp flung its glare upon the engine and +the rays of the powerful head-light drove horizontally +into the dark, but the space beyond the broken end +of the dam was kept in shadow by the block, and the +glitter above dazzled his eyes. +</p> +<p>“Swing the derrick-boom and tell the engineer to +come on a yard or two,” he said. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234' name='page_234'></a>234</span></p> +<p>There was a patter of feet, a rattle of chains, and +somebody called: “<i>Adelante locomotura!</i>” +</p> +<p>The engine snorted, the wheels ground through the +fragments of concrete scattered about the line, and +the big dark mass rolled slowly forward. It seemed +to Dick to be going farther than it ought, but he had +ascertained that the guard-rail was securely fastened. +As he watched the front of the truck, Jake, who stood +a few feet to one side, leaned out and seized his shoulder. +</p> +<p>“Jump!” he cried, pulling him forward. +</p> +<p>Dick made an awkward leap, and alighting on the +steep front of the dam, fell heavily on his side. As +he clutched the stones to save himself from sliding +down, a black mass plunged from the line above and +there was a deafening crash as it struck the spot he +had left. Then a shower of fragments fell upon him +and he choked amidst a cloud of dust. Hoarse shouts +broke out above, and he heard men running about the +dam as he got up, half dazed. +</p> +<p>“Are you all right, Jake?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“Not a scratch,” was the answer; and Dick, scrambling +up the bank, called for a lamp. +</p> +<p>It was brought by a big mulatto, and Dick held up +the light. The last-fitted block of the ribbed course +was split in two, and the one that had fallen was +scattered about in massive broken lumps. Amidst +these lay the guard-rail, and the front wheels of the +truck hung across the gap above. There was other +damage, and Dick frowned as he looked about. +</p> +<p>“We’ll be lucky if we get the broken molding out +in a day, and I expect we’ll have to replace two of +the lower blocks,” he said. “It’s going to be an awkward +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235' name='page_235'></a>235</span> +and expensive job now that the cement has set.” +</p> +<p>“Is that all?” Jake asked with a forced grin. +</p> +<p>“It’s enough,” said Dick. “However, we’ll be better +able to judge in the daylight.” +</p> +<p>Then he turned to the engineer, who was standing +beside the truck, surrounded by excited peons. “How +did it happen?” +</p> +<p>“I had my hand on the throttle when I got the +order to go ahead, and let her make a stroke or two, +reckoning the guard-rail would snub up the car. I +heard the wheels clip and slammed the link-gear over, +because it looked as if she wasn’t going to stop. When +she reversed, the couplings held the car and the block +slipped off.” +</p> +<p>“Are you sure you didn’t give her too much +steam?” +</p> +<p>“No, sir. I’ve been doing this job quite a while, +and know just how smart a push she wants. It was +the guard-rail slipping that made the trouble.” +</p> +<p>“I can’t understand why it did slip. The fastening +clamps were firm when I looked at them.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” remarked the engineer, “the guard’s certainly +in the pit, and I felt her give as soon as the car-wheels +bit.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked hard at him and thought he spoke the +truth. He was a steady fellow and a good driver. +</p> +<p>“Put your engine in the house and take down the +feed-pump you were complaining about. We won’t +want her to-morrow,” he said, and dismissing the men, +returned to his shack, where he sat down rather limply +on the veranda. +</p> +<p>“I don’t understand the thing,” he said to Jake. +“The guard-rail’s heavy and I watched the smith make +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236' name='page_236'></a>236</span> +the clamps we fixed it with. One claw went over the +rail, the other under the flange of the metal that formed +the track, and sudden pressure would jamb the guard +down. Then, not long before the accident, I hardened +up the clamp.” +</p> +<p>“You hit it on the back?” +</p> +<p>“Of course. I’d have loosened the thing by hitting +the front.” +</p> +<p>“That’s so,” Jake agreed, somewhat dryly. “We’ll +look for the clamps in the morning. But you didn’t +seem very anxious to get out of the way.” +</p> +<p>“I expect I forgot to thank you for warning me. +Anyhow, you know——” +</p> +<p>“Yes, I know,” said Jake. “You didn’t think about +it; your mind was on your job. Still, I suppose you +see that if you’d been a moment later you’d have +been smashed pretty flat?” +</p> +<p>Dick gave him a quick glance. There was something +curious about Jake’s tone, but Dick knew he did +not mean to emphasize the value of his warning. It +was plain that he had had a very narrow escape, but +since one must be prepared for accidents in heavy +engineering work, he did not see why this should jar +his nerves. Yet they were jarred. The danger he +had scarcely heeded had now a disturbing effect. He +could imagine what would have happened had he delayed +his leap. However, he was tired, and perhaps +rather highly strung, and he got up. +</p> +<p>“It’s late, and we had better go to bed,” he said. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIII_THE_CLAMP' id='XXIII_THE_CLAMP'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237' name='page_237'></a>237</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h3>THE CLAMP</h3> +</div> + +<p>When work began next morning, Jake asked +Dick if he should order the peons to search +for the clamps that had held the guard-rail. +</p> +<p>“I think not,” said Dick. “It would be better if +you looked for the things yourself.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. Perhaps you’re right.” +</p> +<p>Dick wondered how much Jake suspected, particularly +as he did not appear to be searching for anything +when he moved up and down among the broken +concrete. Half an hour later, when none of the +peons were immediately about, he came up with his +hand in his pocket and indicated a corner beside a +block where there was a little shade and they were not +likely to be overlooked. +</p> +<p>“I’ve got one,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>When they sat down Jake took out a piece of thick +iron about six inches long, forged into something like +the shape of a U, though the curve was different and +one arm was shorter than the other. Much depended +on the curve, for the thing was made on the model +of an old-fashioned but efficient clamp that carpenters +sometimes use for fastening work to a bench. A +blow or pressure on one part wedged it fast, but a +sharp tap on the other enabled it to be lifted off. This +was convenient, because as the work progressed, the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238' name='page_238'></a>238</span> +track along the dam had to be lengthened and the +guard fixed across a fresh pair of rails. +</p> +<p>Taking the object from Jake, Dick examined it +carefully. He thought he recognized the dint where +he had struck the iron, and then, turning it over, noted +another mark. This had been made recently, because +the surface of the iron was bright where the hammer +had fallen, and a blow there would loosen the clamp. +He glanced at Jake, who nodded. +</p> +<p>“It looks very suspicious, but that’s all. You can’t +tell how long the mark would take to get dull. Besides, +we have moved the guard two or three times in +the last few days.” +</p> +<p>“That’s true,” said Dick. “Still, I wedged the +thing up shortly before the accident. It has stood +a number of shocks; in fact, it can’t be loosened by +pressure on the back. When do you <i>think</i> the last +blow was struck?” +</p> +<p>“After yours,” Jake answered meaningly. +</p> +<p>“Then the probability is that somebody wanted the +truck to fall into the hole and smash the block.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake, who paused and looked hard at +Dick. “But I’m not sure that was all he wanted. +You were standing right under the block, and if I +hadn’t been a little to one side, where the lights didn’t +dazzle me, the smashing of a lot of concrete wouldn’t +have been the worst damage.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing, but his face set hard as he +braced himself against the unnerving feeling that had +troubled him on the previous night. The great block +had not fallen by accident; it looked as if somebody +had meant to take his life. The cunning of the attempt +daunted him. The blow had been struck in a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239' name='page_239'></a>239</span> +manner that left him a very slight chance of escape; +and his subtle antagonist might strike again. +</p> +<p>“What are you going to do about it?” Jake resumed. +</p> +<p>“Nothing,” said Dick. +</p> +<p>Jake looked at him in surprise. “Don’t you see +what you’re up against?” +</p> +<p>“It’s pretty obvious; but if I ask questions, I’ll find +out nothing and show that I’m suspicious. If we let +the thing go as an accident, we may catch the fellow +off his guard.” +</p> +<p>“My notion is that you know more than you mean +to tell. Now you began by taking care of me, but +it looks as if the matter would end in my taking care +of you. Seems to me you need it and I don’t like to +see you playing a lone hand.” +</p> +<p>Dick gave him a grateful smile. “If I see how +you can help, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, +you’ll say nothing to imply that I’m on the watch.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake, grinning, “if you can bluff +Stuyvesant, you’ll be smarter than I thought. You’re +a rather obvious person and he’s not a fool.” +</p> +<p>He went away, but Dick lighted a cigarette and sat +still in the shade. He was frankly daunted, but did +not mean to stop, for he saw that he was following +the right clue. His reason for visiting the Adexe +wharf had been guessed. He had been watched when +he went to the Vice-Consul, and it was plain that his +enemies thought he knew enough to be dangerous. +The difficulty was that he did not know who they +were. He hated to think that Kenwardine was a +party to the plot, but this, while possible, was by no +means certain. At Santa Brigida, a man’s life was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240' name='page_240'></a>240</span> +not thought of much account, and it would, no doubt, +have been enough if Kenwardine had intimated that +Dick might cause trouble; but then Kenwardine must +have known what was likely to follow his hint. +</p> +<p>After all, however, this was not very important. +He must be careful, but do nothing to suggest that +he understood the risk he ran. If his antagonists +thought him stupid, so much the better. He saw +the difficulty of playing what Jake called a lone hand +against men skilled in the intricate game; but he could +not ask for help until he was sure of his ground. Besides, +he must find a way of stopping Kenwardine +without involving Clare. In the meantime he had +a duty to Fuller, and throwing away his cigarette, resumed +his work. +</p> +<p>Two or three days later he met Kenwardine in a +café where he was waiting for a man who supplied +some stores to the camp. When Kenwardine saw +Dick he crossed the floor and sat down at his table. +His Spanish dress became him, he looked polished +and well-bred, and it was hard to think him a confederate +of half-breed ruffians who would not hesitate +about murder. But Dick wondered whether Clare had +told him about his proposal. +</p> +<p>“I suppose I may congratulate you on your recent +promotion? You certainly deserve it,” Kenwardine +remarked with an ironical smile. “I imagine your +conscientiousness and energy are unusual, but perhaps +at times rather inconvenient.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks!” said Dick. “How did you hear about +the matter?” +</p> +<p>“In Santa Brigida, one hears everything that goes +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241' name='page_241'></a>241</span> +on. We have nothing much to do but talk about our +neighbors’ affairs.” +</p> +<p>Dick wondered whether Kenwardine meant to hint +that as his time was largely unoccupied he had only +a small part in managing the coaling business, but he +said: “We are hardly your neighbors at the camp.” +</p> +<p>“I suppose that’s true. We certainly don’t see you +often.” +</p> +<p>This seemed to indicate that Kenwardine did not +know about Dick’s recent visit. He could have no +reason for hiding his knowledge, and it looked as if +Clare did not tell her father everything. +</p> +<p>“You have succeeded in keeping your young friend +out of our way,” Kenwardine resumed. “Still, as he +hasn’t your love of work and sober character, there’s +some risk of a reaction if you hold him in too hard. +Jake’s at an age when it’s difficult to be satisfied with +cement.” +</p> +<p>Dick laughed. “I really did try to keep him, but +was helped by luck. We have been unusually busy +at the dam and although I don’t know that his love +for cement is strong he doesn’t often leave a half-finished +job.” +</p> +<p>“If you work upon his feelings in that way, I expect +you’ll beat me; but after all, I’m not scheming +to entangle the lad. He’s a bright and amusing +youngster, but there wouldn’t be much profit in exploiting +him. However, you have had some accidents +at the dam, haven’t you?” +</p> +<p>Dick was immediately on his guard, but he answered +carelessly: “We broke a crane-drum, which +delayed us.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242' name='page_242'></a>242</span></p> +<p>“And didn’t a truck fall down the embankment and +do some damage?” +</p> +<p>“It did,” said Dick. “We had a big molded block, +which cost a good deal to make, smashed to pieces, +and some others split. I had something of an escape, +too, because I was standing under the block.” +</p> +<p>He was watching Kenwardine and thought his expression +changed and his easy pose stiffened. His +self-control was good, but Dick imagined he was +keenly interested and surprised. +</p> +<p>“Then you ran a risk of being killed?” +</p> +<p>“Yes. Jake, however, saw the danger and warned +me just before the block fell.” +</p> +<p>“That was lucky. But you have a curious temperament. +When we began to talk of the accidents, +you remembered the damage to Fuller’s property before +the risk to your life.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick, “you see I wasn’t hurt, but the +damage still keeps us back.” +</p> +<p>“How did the truck run off the line? I should +have thought you’d have taken precautions against anything +of the kind.” +</p> +<p>Dick pondered. He believed Kenwardine really +was surprised to hear he had nearly been crushed by +the block; but the fellow was clever and had begun +to talk about the accidents. He must do nothing to +rouse his suspicions, and began a painstaking account +of the matter, explaining that the guard-rail had got +loose, but saying nothing about the clamps being tampered +with. Indeed, the trouble he took about the +explanation was in harmony with his character and +his interest in his work, and presently Kenwardine +looked bored. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243' name='page_243'></a>243</span></p> +<p>“I quite understand the thing,” he said, and got +up as the man Dick was waiting for came towards the +table. +</p> +<p>The merchant did not keep Dick long, and he left +the café feeling satisfied. Kenwardine had probably +had him watched and had had something to do with +the theft of the sheet from his blotting pad, but knew +nothing about the attempt upon his life. After hearing +about it, he understood why the accident happened, +but had no cause to think that Dick knew, and some +of his fellow conspirators were responsible for this +part of the plot. Dick wondered whether he would +try to check them now he did know, because if they +tried again, they would do so with Kenwardine’s tacit +consent. +</p> +<p>A few days later, he was sitting with Bethune and +Jake one evening when Stuyvesant came in and threw +a card, printed with the flag of a British steamship +company, on the table. +</p> +<p>“I’m not going, but you might like to do so,” he +said. +</p> +<p>Dick, who was nearest, picked up the card. It was +an invitation to a dinner given to celebrate the first +call of a large new steamship at Santa Brigida, and +he imagined it had been sent to the leading citizens +and merchants who imported goods by the company’s +vessels. After glancing at it, he passed it on. +</p> +<p>“I’ll go,” Bethune remarked. “After the Spartan +simplicity we practise at the camp, it will be a refreshing +change to eat a well-served dinner in a mailboat’s +saloon, though I’ve no great admiration for British +cookery.” +</p> +<p>“It can’t be worse than the dago kind we’re used +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244' name='page_244'></a>244</span> +to,” Jake broke in. “What’s the matter with it, anyhow?” +</p> +<p>“It’s like the British character, heavy and unchanging,” +Bethune replied. “A London hotel menu, with +English beer and whisky, in the tropics! Only people +without imagination would offer it to their guests; +and then they’ve printed a list of the ports she’s going +to at the bottom. Would any other folk except +perhaps the Germans, couple an invitation with a +hint that they were ready to trade? If a Spaniard +comes to see you on business, he talks for half an +hour about politics or your health, and apologizes for +mentioning such a thing as commerce when he comes +to the point.” +</p> +<p>“The British plan has advantages,” said Stuyvesant. +“You know what you’re doing when you deal +with them.” +</p> +<p>“That’s so. We know, for example, when this boat +will arrive at any particular place and when she’ll sail; +while you can reckon on a French liner’s being three +or four days late and on the probability of a Spaniard’s +not turning up at all. But whether you have +revolutions, wars, or tidal waves, the Britisher sails +on schedule.” +</p> +<p>“There’s some risk in that just now,” Stuyvesant +observed. +</p> +<p>Bethune turned to Jake. “You had better come. +The card states there’ll be music, and the agent will +hire Vallejo’s band, which is pretty good. Guitars, +mandolins, and fiddles on the poop, and señoritas in +gauzy dresses flitting through graceful dances in the +after well! The entertainment ought to appeal to +your artistic taste.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245' name='page_245'></a>245</span></p> +<p>“I’m going,” Jake replied. +</p> +<p>“So am I,” said Dick. +</p> +<p>Jake grinned. “That’s rather sudden, isn’t it? +However, you may be needed to look after Bethune.” +</p> +<p>An evening or two later, they boarded the launch +at the town mole. The sea was smooth and glimmered +with phosphorescence in the shadow of the land, +for the moon had not risen far above the mountains. +Outside the harbor mouth, the liner’s long, black hull +cut against the dusky blue, the flowing curve of her +sheer picked out by a row of lights. Over this rose +three white tiers of passenger decks, pierced by innumerable +bright points, with larger lights in constellations +outside, while masts and funnels ran up, faintly +indicated, into the gloom above. She scarcely moved +to the lift of the languid swell, but as the undulations +passed there was a pale-green shimmer about her +waterline that magnified the height to her topmost +deck. She looked unsubstantial, rather like a floating +fairy palace than a ship, and as the noisy launch drew +nearer Jake gave his imagination rein. +</p> +<p>“She was made, just right, by magic; a ship of +dreams,” he said. “Look how she glimmers, splashed +with cadmium radiance, on velvety blue; and her formlessness +outside the lights wraps her in mystery. Yet +you get a hint of swiftness.” +</p> +<p>“You know she has power and speed,” Bethune interrupted. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake firmly, “it’s not a matter of +knowledge; she appeals to your imagination. You +feel that airy fabric must travel like the wind.” Then +he turned to Dick, who was steering. “There’s a +boat ahead with a freight of señoritas in white and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246' name='page_246'></a>246</span> +orange gossamer; they know something about grace +of line in this country. Are you going to rush past +them, like a dull barbarian, in this kicking, snorting +launch?” +</p> +<p>“I’ll make for the other side of the ship, if you +like.” +</p> +<p>“You needn’t go so far,” Jake answered with a +chuckle. “But you might muzzle your rackety engine.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who had seen the boat, gave her room enough, +but let the engine run. He imagined that Jake’s motive +for slowing down might be misunderstood by the +señoritas’ guardian, since a touch of Moorish influence +still colors the Spaniard’s care of his women. +As the launch swung to starboard her red light shone +into the boat, and Dick recognized Don Sebastian sitting +next a stout lady in a black dress. There were +three or four girls beside them, and then Dick’s grasp +on the tiller stiffened, for the ruby beam picked out +Clare’s face. He thought it wore a tired look, but +she turned her head, as if dazzled, and the light passed +on, and Dick’s heart beat as the boat dropped back +into the gloom. Since Kenwardine had sent Clare +with Don Sebastian, he could not be going, and Dick +might find an opportunity for speaking to her alone. +He meant to do so, although the interview would not +be free from embarrassment. Then he avoided another +boat, and stopping the engine, steered for the +steamer’s ladder. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIV_THE_ALTERED_SAILING_LIST' id='XXIV_THE_ALTERED_SAILING_LIST'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247' name='page_247'></a>247</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<h3>THE ALTERED SAILING LIST</h3> +</div> + +<p>When dinner was over, Dick sat by himself +in a quiet spot on the liner’s quarter-deck. +There was a tall, iron bulwark beside him, but close +by this was replaced by netted rails, through which +he caught the pale shimmer of the sea. The warm +land-breeze had freshened and ripples splashed against +the vessel’s side, while every now and then a languid +gurgle rose from about her waterline and the foam +her plates threw off was filled with phosphorescent +flame. A string band was playing on the poop, and +passengers and guests moved through the intricate +figures of a Spanish dance on the broad deck below. +Their poses were graceful and their dress was picturesque, +but Dick watched them listlessly. +</p> +<p>He was not in a mood for dancing, for he had been +working hard at the dam and his thoughts were disturbed. +Clare had refused him, and although he did +not accept her decision as final, he could see no way +of taking her out of her father’s hands, while he had +made no progress towards unraveling the latter’s plots. +Kenwardine was not on board, but Dick had only seen +Clare at some distance off across the table in the saloon. +Moreover, he thought she must have taken some +trouble to avoid meeting him. +</p> +<p>Then he remembered the speeches made by the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248' name='page_248'></a>248</span> +visitors at dinner, and the steamship officers’ replies. +The former, colored by French and Spanish politeness +and American wit, eulogized the power of the +British navy and the courage of her merchant captains. +There was war, they said, but British commerce +went on without a check; goods shipped beneath +the red ensign would be delivered safe in spite of +storm and strife; Britannia, with trident poised, +guarded the seas. For this the boldly-announced sailing +list served as text, but Dick, who made allowances +for exuberant Latin sentiment, noted the captain’s response +with some surprise. +</p> +<p>His speech was flamboyant, and did not harmonize +with the character of the man, who had called at the +port before in command of another ship. He was +gray-haired and generally reserved. Dick had not expected +him to indulge in cheap patriotism, but he +called the British ensign the meteor flag, defied its +enemies, and declared that no hostile fleets could prevent +his employers carrying their engagements out. +Since the man was obviously sober, Dick supposed he +was touting for business and wanted to assure the merchants +that the sailings of the company’s steamers could +be relied upon. Still, this kind of thing was not good +British form. +</p> +<p>By and by Don Sebastian came down a ladder from +the saloon deck with Clare behind him. Dick felt +tempted to retire but conquered the impulse and the +Spaniard came up. +</p> +<p>“I have some business with the purser, who is waiting +for me, but cannot find my señora,” he explained, +and Dick, knowing that local conventions forbade his +leaving Clare alone, understood it as a request that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249' name='page_249'></a>249</span> +he should take care of her until the other’s return. +</p> +<p>“I should be glad to stay with Miss Kenwardine,” +he answered with a bow, and when Don Sebastian went +off opened a deck-chair and turned to the girl. +</p> +<p>“You see how I was situated!” he said awkwardly. +</p> +<p>Clare smiled as she sat down. “Yes; you are not +to blame. Indeed, I do not see why you should apologize.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Dick, “I hoped that I might meet +you, though I feared you would sooner I did not. +When I saw you on the ladder, I felt I ought to steal +away, but must confess that I was glad when I found +it was too late. Somehow, things seem to bring us +into opposition. They have done so from the beginning.” +</p> +<p>“You’re unnecessarily frank,” Clare answered with +a blush. “Since you couldn’t steal away, wouldn’t it +have been better not to hint that I was anxious to +avoid you? After all, I could have done so if I had +really wanted.” +</p> +<p>“I expect that’s true. Of course what happened +when we last met couldn’t trouble you as it troubled +me.” +</p> +<p>“Are you trying to be tactful now?” Clare asked, +smiling. +</p> +<p>“No; it’s my misfortune that I haven’t much tact. +If I had, I might be able to straighten matters out.” +</p> +<p>“Don’t you understand that they can’t be straightened +out?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” Dick answered stubbornly. “For all +that, I won’t trouble you again until I find a way out +of the tangle.” +</p> +<p>Clare gave him a quick, disturbed look. “It would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250' name='page_250'></a>250</span> +be much better if you took it for granted that we +must, to some extent, be enemies.” +</p> +<p>“No. I’m afraid your father and I are enemies, +but that’s not the same.” +</p> +<p>“It is; you can see that it must be,” Clare insisted; +and then, as if anxious to change the subject, went +on: “He was too busy to bring me to-night so I +came with Don Sebastian and his wife. It is not very +gay in Santa Brigida and one gets tired of being +alone.” +</p> +<p>Her voice fell a little as she concluded, and Dick, +who understood something of her isolation from +friends of her race, longed to take her in his arms and +comfort her. Indeed, had the quarter-deck been deserted +he might have tried, for he felt that her refusal +had sprung from wounded pride and a sense of duty. +There was something in her manner that hinted that +it had not been easy to send him away. Yet he saw +she could be firm and thought it wise to follow her +lead. +</p> +<p>“Then your father has been occupied lately,” he +remarked. +</p> +<p>“Yes; he is often away. He goes to Adexe and is +generally busy in the evenings. People come to see +him and keep him talking in his room. Our friends +no longer spend the evening in the patio.” +</p> +<p>Dick understood her. She wanted to convince him +that Kenwardine was a business man and only gambled +when he had nothing else to do. Indeed, her motive +was rather pitifully obvious, and Dick knew that he +had not been mistaken about her character. Clare +had, no doubt, once yielded to her father’s influence, +but it was impossible that she took any part in his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251' name='page_251'></a>251</span> +plots. She was transparently honest; he knew this +as he watched her color come and go. +</p> +<p>“After all, I don’t think you liked many of the people +who came,” he said. +</p> +<p>“I liked Jake,” she answered and stopped with a +blush, while Dick felt half ashamed, because he had +deprived her of the one companion she could trust. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “it isn’t altogether my fault that +Jake doesn’t come to see you. We have had some +accidents that delayed the work and he has not been +able to leave the dam.” +</p> +<p>He was silent for the next few minutes. Since +Clare was eager to defend Kenwardine, she might be +led to tell something about his doings from which a +useful hint could be gathered, and Dick greatly wished +to know who visited his house on business. Still, it +was impossible that he should make the girl betray her +father. The fight was between him and Kenwardine, +and Clare must be kept outside it. With this resolve, +he began to talk about the dancing, and soon afterward +Jake came up and asked Clare for the next waltz. +She smiled and gave Dick a challenging glance. +</p> +<p>“Certainly,” he said with a bow, and then turned +to Jake. “As Miss Kenwardine has been put in my +charge, you must bring her back.” +</p> +<p>Jake grinned as he promised and remarked as they +went away: “Makes a good dueña, doesn’t he? You +can trust Dick to guard anything he’s told to take care +of. In fact, if I’d a sister I wanted to leave in safe +hands——” He paused and laughed. “But that’s +the trouble. It was my sister who told him to take +care of me.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not hear Clare’s reply, but watched her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252' name='page_252'></a>252</span> +dance until Don Sebastian’s wife came up. After that +he went away, and presently strolled along the highest +deck. This was narrower than the others, but was +extended as far as the side of the ship by beams on +which the boats were stowed. There were no rails, +for passengers were not allowed up there; but Dick, +who was preoccupied and moody, wanted to be alone. +The moon had now risen above the mountains and the +sea glittered between the shore and the ship. Looking +down, he saw a row of boats rise and fall with +the languid swell near her tall side, and the flash of +the surf that washed the end of the mole. Then, taking +out a cigarette, he strolled towards the captain’s +room, which stood behind the bridge, and stopped near +it in the shadow of a big lifeboat. +</p> +<p>The room was lighted, and the door and windows +were half open because the night was hot. Carelessly +glancing in, Dick saw Don Sebastian sitting at the +table with the captain and engineer. This somewhat +surprised him, for the purser transacted the ship’s +business and, so far as he knew, none of the other +guests had been taken to the captain’s room. He felt +puzzled about Don Sebastian, whom he had met once +or twice. The fellow had an air of authority and +the smaller officials treated him with respect. +</p> +<p>Something in the men’s attitude indicated that they +were talking confidentially, and Dick thought he had +better go away without attracting their attention; but +just then the captain turned in his chair and looked out. +Dick decided to wait until he looked round again, and +next moment Don Sebastian asked: “Have you +plenty coal?” +</p> +<p>“I think so,” the engineer replied. “The after-bunkers +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253' name='page_253'></a>253</span> +are full, but I’d have taken a few extra barge-loads +here only I didn’t want any of the shore peons +to see how much I’d already got.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not understand this, because coal was +somewhat cheaper and the facilities for shipping it +were better at the boat’s next port of call, to which +it was only a two-days’ run. Then the captain, who +turned to Don Sebastian, remarked: +</p> +<p>“Making the sailing list prominent was a happy +thought, and it was lucky your friends backed us up +well by their speeches. You saw how I took advantage +of the lead they gave me, but I hope we haven’t +overdone the thing.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Don Sebastian thoughtfully; “I imagine +nobody suspects anything yet.” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps you had better clear the ship soon, sir,” +said the engineer. “Steam’s nearly up and it takes +some coal——” +</p> +<p>The room door slipped off its hook and swung wide +open as the vessel rolled, and Dick, who could not +withdraw unnoticed, decided to light his cigarette in +order that the others might see that they were not +alone. As he struck the match the captain got up. +</p> +<p>“Who’s that?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“One of the foreign passengers, I expect; the mates +can’t keep them off this deck,” the engineer replied. +“I don’t suppose the fellow knows English, but shall +I send him down?” +</p> +<p>“I think not. It might look as if we were afraid +of being overheard.” +</p> +<p>Dick held the match to his cigarette for a moment +or two before he threw it away, and as he walked +past noted that Don Sebastian had come out on deck. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254' name='page_254'></a>254</span> +Indeed, he thought the man had seen his face and +was satisfied, because he turned back into the room. +Dick went down a ladder to the deck below, where he +stopped and thought over what he had heard. It was +plain that some precautions had been taken against +the risk of capture, but he could not understand why +Don Sebastian had been told about them. +</p> +<p>By and by he thought he would speak to the purser, +whom he knew, and went down the alleyway that led +to his office. The door was hooked back, but the +passage was narrow and a fat Spanish lady blocked +the entrance. She was talking to the purser and Dick +saw that he must wait until she had finished. A man +stood a few yards behind her, unscrewing a flute, and +as a folded paper that looked like music stuck out of +his pocket he appeared to belong to the band. +</p> +<p>“But it is Tuesday you arrive at Palomas!” the +lady exclaimed. +</p> +<p>“About then,” the purser answered in awkward +Castilian. “We may be a little late.” +</p> +<p>“But how much late?” +</p> +<p>“I cannot tell. Perhaps a day or two.” +</p> +<p>“At dinner the captain said——” +</p> +<p>“Just so. But he was speaking generally without +knowing all the arrangements.” +</p> +<p>Dick could not see into the office, but heard the +purser open a drawer and shuffle some papers, as if +he wanted to get rid of his questioner. +</p> +<p>“It is necessary that I know when we arrive,” the +lady resumed. “If it is not Tuesday, I must send +a telegram.” +</p> +<p>The purser shut the drawer noisily, but just then +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255' name='page_255'></a>255</span> +a bell rang overhead and the whistle blew to warn the +visitors that they must go ashore. +</p> +<p>“Then you must be quick,” said the purser. +“Write your message here and give it to me. You +need not be disturbed. We will land you at Palomas.” +</p> +<p>The lady entered the office, but Dick thought her +telegram would not be sent, and a moment later the +captain’s plan dawned on him. The ship would call +at the ports named, but not in the order stated, and +this was why she needed so much coal. She would +probably steam first to the port farthest off and then +work backward, and the sailing list was meant to put +the raider off the track. The latter’s commander, +warned by spies who would send him the list, would +think he knew where to find the vessel at any particular +date, when, however, she would be somewhere +else. Then Dick wondered why the musician was +hanging about, and went up to him. +</p> +<p>“The sobrecargo’s busy,” he said in English. +“You’ll be taken to sea unless you get up on deck.” +</p> +<p>“I no wanta el sobrecargo,” the man replied in +a thick, stupid voice. “The music is thirsty; I wanta +drink.” +</p> +<p>The second-class bar was farther down the alleyway, +and Dick, indicating it, turned back and made +his way to the poop as fast as he could, for he did +not think the man was as drunk as he looked. He +found the musicians collecting their stands, and went +up to the bandmaster. +</p> +<p>“There’s one of your men below who has been +drinking too much caña,” he said. “You had better +look after him.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256' name='page_256'></a>256</span></p> +<p>“But they are all here,” the bandmaster answered, +glancing round the poop. +</p> +<p>“The man had a flute.” +</p> +<p>“But we have no flute-player.” +</p> +<p>“Then he must have been a passenger,” said Dick, +who hurried to the gangway. +</p> +<p>After hailing his fireman to bring the launch alongside, +he threw a quick glance about. The shore boatmen +were pushing their craft abreast of the ladder +and shouting as they got in each other’s way, but one +boat had already left the ship and was pulling fast +towards the harbor. There seemed to be only one +man on board besides her crew, and Dick had no doubt +that he was the flute-player. He must be followed, +since it was important to find out whom he met and +if, as Dick suspected, he meant to send off a telegram. +But the liner’s captain must be warned, and Dick +turned hastily around. The windlass was rattling and +the bridge, on which he could see the captain’s burly +figure, was some distance off, while the passage between +the gangway and deckhouse was blocked by the +departing guests. +</p> +<p>The anchor would probably be up before he could +push his way through the crowd, and if he was not +carried off to sea, he would certainly lose sight of the +spy. Writing a line or two on the leaf of his pocket-book, +he tore it out and held it near a Creole steward +boy. +</p> +<p>“Take that to the sobrecargo at once,” he cried, and +seeing the boy stoop to pick up the note, which fell +to the deck, ran down the ladder. +</p> +<p>He had, however, to wait a minute while the fireman +brought the launch alongside between the other +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257' name='page_257'></a>257</span> +boats, and when they pushed off Don Sebastian, scrambling +across one of the craft, jumped on board. He +smiled when Dick looked at him with annoyed surprise. +</p> +<p>“I think my business is yours, but there is no time +for explanations,” he said. “Tell your man to go full +speed.” +</p> +<p>The launch quivered and leaped ahead with the foam +curling at her bows, and Dick did not look round when +he heard an expostulating shout. Jake and Bethune +must get ashore as they could; his errand was too important +to stop for them, particularly as he could no +longer see the boat in front. She had crossed the +glittering belt of moonlight and vanished into the +shadow near the mole. Her occupant had had some +minutes’ start and had probably landed, but it might +be possible to find out where he had gone. +</p> +<p>“Screw the valve wide open,” Dick told the fireman. +</p> +<p>The rattle of the engine quickened a little, the launch +lifted her bows, and her stern sank into the hollow of +a following wave. When she steamed up the harbor +a boat lay near some steps, and as the launch slackened +speed Dick asked her crew which way their passenger +had gone. +</p> +<p>“Up the mole, señor,” one answered breathlessly. +</p> +<p>“It is all you will learn from them,” Don Sebastian +remarked. “I think we will try the <i>telegrafia</i> +first.” +</p> +<p>There was no time for questions and Dick jumped +out as the launch ran alongside the steps. Don Sebastian +stopped him when he reached the top. +</p> +<p>“In Santa Brigida, nobody runs unless there is an +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258' name='page_258'></a>258</span> +earthquake or a revolution. We do not want people +to follow us.” +</p> +<p>Dick saw the force of this and started for the telegraph +office, walking as fast as possible. When he +looked round, his companion had vanished, but he rejoined +him on the steps of the building. They went +in together and found nobody except a languid clerk +leaning on a table. Don Sebastian turned to Dick and +said in English, “It will be better if you leave this +matter to me.” +</p> +<p>Dick noted that the clerk suddenly became alert +when he saw his companion, but he waited at a few +yards’ distance and Don Sebastian said: “A man +came in not long since with a telegram. He was short +and very dark and probably signed the form Vinoles.” +</p> +<p>“He did, señor,” said the clerk. +</p> +<p>“Very well. I want to see the message before it +is sent.” +</p> +<p>“It has gone, señor, three or four minutes ago.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian made a gesture of resignation, +spreading out his hands. “Then bring me the form.” +</p> +<p>Dick thought it significant that the clerk at once +obeyed, but Don Sebastian, who stood still for a moment, +turned to him. +</p> +<p>“It is as I thought,” he said in English, and ordered +the clerk: “Take us into the manager’s room.” +</p> +<p>The other did so, and after shutting the door withdrew. +Don Sebastian threw the form on the table. +</p> +<p>“It seems we are too late,” he said. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXV_THE_WATERPIPE' id='XXV_THE_WATERPIPE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259' name='page_259'></a>259</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<h3>THE WATER-PIPE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Dick sat down and knitted his brows as he studied +his companion. Don Sebastian was a Peninsular +Spaniard and in consequence of a finer type than +the majority of the inhabitants of Santa Brigida. +Dick, who thought he could confide in him, needed +help, but the matter was delicate. In the meantime, +the other waited with a smile that implied that he +guessed his thoughts, until Dick, leaning forward with +sudden resolution, picked up the telegram, which was +written in cipher. +</p> +<p>“This is probably a warning to somebody that the +vessel will not call at the ports in the advertised order,” +he said. +</p> +<p>“I imagine so. You guessed the captain’s plan +from what you heard outside the room?” +</p> +<p>“Not altogether, but it gave me a hint. It looks +as if you recognized me when I was standing near the +lifeboat.” +</p> +<p>“I did,” said Don Sebastian meaningly. “I think +I showed my confidence in you.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded, because it was plain that the other had +enabled him to go away without being questioned. +</p> +<p>“Very well; I’ll tell you what I know,” he said, and +related how he had found the man with the flute loitering +about the purser’s door. As he finished, Don Sebastian +got up. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260' name='page_260'></a>260</span></p> +<p>“You made one mistake; you should have given +your note to an Englishman and not a young Creole +lad. However, we must see if the steamer can be +stopped.” +</p> +<p>He led the way up a staircase to the flat roof, where +Dick ran to the parapet. Looking across the town, +he saw in the distance a dim white light and a long +smear of smoke that trailed across the glittering sea. +He frowned as he watched it, for the ship was English +and he felt himself responsible for the safety of +all on board her. He had done his best, when there +was no time to pause and think, but perhaps he had +blundered. Suppose the Creole boy had lost his note +or sent it to somebody ashore? +</p> +<p>“We are too late again,” Don Sebastian remarked +as he sat down on the parapet. “Well, one must be +philosophical. Things do not always go as one would +wish.” +</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you warn the captain that his plan +was found out, instead of jumping into the launch?” +Dick asked angrily. +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian smiled. “Because I did not know. +I saw a man steal down the ladder and thought he +might be a spy, but could not tell how much he had +learned. If he had learned nothing, it would have +been dangerous for the captain to change his plan +again and keep to the sailing list.” +</p> +<p>“That’s true,” Dick agreed shortly. His chin was +thrust forward and his head slightly tilted back. He +looked very English and aggressive as he resumed: +“But I want to know what your interest in the matter +is.” +</p> +<p>“Then I must tell you. To begin with, I am employed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261' name='page_261'></a>261</span> +by the Government and am in the President’s +confidence. The country is poor and depends for its +development on foreign capital, while it is important +that we should have the support and friendship of +Great Britain and the United States. Perhaps you +know the latter’s jealousy about European interference +in American affairs?” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded. “You feel you have to be careful. +But how far can a country go in harboring a belligerent’s +agents and supplying her fighting ships, without +losing its neutrality?” +</p> +<p>“That is a difficult question,” Don Sebastian replied. +“I imagine the answer depends upon the temper of +the interested country’s diplomatic representatives; +but the President means to run no risks. We cannot, +for example, have it claimed that we allowed a foreign +power to buy a coaling station and use it as a base +for raids on merchant ships.” +</p> +<p>“Have the Germans bought the Adexe wharf?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian shrugged. “<i>Quién sabe?</i> The +principal has not a German name.” +</p> +<p>“Isn’t Richter German?” +</p> +<p>“Richter has gone. It is possible that he has done +his work. His friend, however, is the head of the +coaling company.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think Kenwardine was his partner? If +so, it’s hard to understand why he let you come to his +house. He’s not a fool.” +</p> +<p>The Spaniard’s dark eyes twinkled. “Señor Kenwardine +is a clever man, and it is not always safer to +keep your antagonist in the dark when you play an +intricate game. Señor Kenwardine knew it would +have been a mistake to show he thought I suspected +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262' name='page_262'></a>262</span> +him and that he had something to conceal. We were +both very frank, to a point, and now and then talked +about the complications that might spring from the +coaling business. Because we value our trade with +England and wish to attract British capital, he knew +we would not interfere with him unless we had urgent +grounds, and wished to learn how far we would let +him go. It must be owned that in this country official +suspicion can often be disarmed.” +</p> +<p>“By a bribe? I don’t think Kenwardine is rich,” +Dick objected. +</p> +<p>“Then it is curious that he is able to spend so much +at Adexe.” +</p> +<p>Dick frowned, for he saw what the other implied. +If Kenwardine had to be supplied with money, where +did it come from? It was not his business to defend +the man and he must do what he could to protect British +shipping, but Kenwardine was Clare’s father, and +he was not going to expose him until he was sure of +his guilt. +</p> +<p>“But if he was plotting anything that would get +your President into trouble, he must have known he +would be found out.” +</p> +<p>“Certainly. But suppose he imagined he might not +be found out until he had done what he came to do? +It would not matter then.” +</p> +<p>Dick said nothing. He knew he was no match for +the Spaniard in subtlety, but he would not be forced +into helping him. He set his lips, and Don Sebastian +watched him with amusement. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said the latter, “you have my sympathy. +The señorita’s eyes are bright.” +</p> +<p>“I cannot have Miss Kenwardine mentioned,” Dick +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263' name='page_263'></a>263</span> +rejoined. “She has nothing to do with the matter.” +</p> +<p>“That is agreed,” Don Sebastian answered, and +leaned forward as he added in a meaning tone: “You +are English and your life has been threatened by men +who plot against your country. I might urge that +they may try again and I could protect you; but you +must see what their thinking you dangerous means. +Now I want your help.” +</p> +<p>Dick’s face was very resolute as he looked at him. +“If any harm comes to the liner, I’ll do all I can. +But I’ll do nothing until I know. In the meantime, can +you warn the captain?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian bowed. “I must be satisfied with +your promise. We may find the key to the telegram, +and must try to get into communication with the +steamer.” +</p> +<p>They went down stairs together, but the Spaniard +did not leave the office with Dick, who went out alone +and found Bethune and Jake waiting at the end of +the line. They bantered him about his leaving them +on board the ship, but although he thought Jake looked +at him curiously, he told them nothing. +</p> +<p>When work stopped on the Saturday evening, Jake +and Dick went to dine with Bethune. It was getting +dark when they reached a break in the dam, where a +gap had been left open while a sluice was being built. +A half-finished tower rose on the other side and a rope +ladder hung down for the convenience of anybody who +wished to cross. A large iron pipe that carried water +to a turbine, however, spanned the chasm, and the +sure-footed peons often used it as a bridge. This required +some agility and nerve, but it saved an awkward +scramble across the sluice and up the concrete. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264' name='page_264'></a>264</span></p> +<p>“There’s just light enough,” Jake remarked, and +balancing himself carefully, walked out upon the pipe. +</p> +<p>Dick followed and getting across safely, stopped +at the foot of the tower and looked down at the rough +blocks and unfinished ironwork in the bottom of the +gap. +</p> +<p>“The men have been told to use the ladder, but as +they seldom do so, it would be safer to run a wire +across for a hand-rail,” he said. “Anybody who +slipped would get a dangerous fall.” +</p> +<p>They went on to Bethune’s iron shack, where Stuyvesant +joined them, and after dinner sat outside, talking +and smoking. A carafe of Spanish wine and some +glasses stood on a table close by. +</p> +<p>“I’ve fired Jose’s and Pancho’s gangs; they’ve been +asking for it for some time,” Stuyvesant remarked. +“In fact, I’d clear out most of the shovel boys if I +could replace them. They’ve been saving money and +are getting slack.” +</p> +<p>The others agreed that it might be advisable. The +half-breeds from the hills, attracted by good wages, +worked well when first engaged, but generally found +steady labor irksome and got discontented when they +had earned a sum that would enable them to enjoy a +change. +</p> +<p>“I don’t think you’d get boys enough in this neighborhood,” +Bethune said. +</p> +<p>“That’s so. Anyhow, I’d rather hire a less sophisticated +crowd; the half-civilized <i>Meztiso</i> is worse than +the other sort, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t look +for some further along the coast. Do you feel like +taking the launch, Brandon, and trying what you can +do?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265' name='page_265'></a>265</span></p> +<p>“I’d enjoy the trip,” Dick answered with some hesitation. +“But I’d probably have to go beyond Coronal, +and it might take a week.” +</p> +<p>“That won’t matter; stay as long as it’s necessary,” +Stuyvesant said, for he had noticed a slackness in +Dick’s movements and his tired look. “Things are +going pretty well just now, and you have stuck close +to your work. The change will brace you up. Anyhow, +I want fresh boys and Bethune’s needed here, +but you can take Jake along if you want company.” +</p> +<p>Jake declared that he would go, but Dick agreed +with reluctance. He felt jaded and depressed, for the +double strain he had borne was beginning to tell. His +work, carried on in scorching heat, demanded continuous +effort, and when it stopped at night he had private +troubles to grapple with. Though he had been half-prepared +for Clare’s refusal, it had hit him hard, and +he could find no means of exposing Kenwardine’s +plots without involving her in his ruin. It would be a +relief to get away, but he might be needed at Santa +Brigida. +</p> +<p>Bethune began to talk about the alterations a contractor +wished to make, and by and by there was a +patter of feet and a hum of voices in the dark. The +voices grew louder and sounded angry as the steps +approached the house, and Stuyvesant pushed back his +chair. +</p> +<p>“It’s Jose’s or Pancho’s breeds come to claim that +their time is wrong. I suppose one couldn’t expect +that kind of crowd to understand figures, but although +François’ accounts are seldom very plain, he’s not a +grafter.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_266' name='page_266'></a>266</span></p> +<p>Then a native servant entered hurriedly. +</p> +<p>“They all come, señor,” he announced. “Pig tief +say Fransoy rob him and he go casser office window.” +He turned and waved his hand threateningly as a big +man in ragged white clothes came into the light. +“<i>Fuera, puerco ladron!</i>” +</p> +<p>The man took off a large palm-leaf hat and flourished +it with ironical courtesy. +</p> +<p>“Here is gran escandolo, señores. <i>La belle chose, +verdad!</i> Me I have trent’ dollar; the grand tief me +pay——” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant signed to the servant. “Take them +round to the back corral; we can’t have them on the +veranda.” Then he turned to Dick. “You and +Bethune must convince them that the time-sheets are +right; you know more about the thing than I do. +Haven’t you been helping François, Fuller?” +</p> +<p>“I’m not a linguist,” Jake answered with a grin. +“When they talk French and Spanish at once it knocks +me right off my height, as François sometimes declares.” +</p> +<p>They all went round to the back of the house, where +Bethune and Dick argued with the men. The latter +had been dismissed and while ready to go wanted a +grievance, though some honestly failed to understand +the deductions from their wages. They had drawn +small sums in advance, taken goods out of store, and +laid off now and then on an unusually hot day, but +the amount charged against them was larger than they +thought. For all that, Bethune using patience and +firmness pacified them, and after a time they went +away satisfied while the others returned to the +veranda. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267' name='page_267'></a>267</span></p> +<p>“Arguing in languages you don’t know well is +thirsty work, and we’d better have a drink,” Bethune +remarked. +</p> +<p>He pushed the carafe across the table, but Dick +picked up his glass, which he had left about half full. +He was hot and it was a light Spanish wine that one +could drink freely, but when he had tasted it he emptied +what was left over the veranda rails. +</p> +<p>Bethune looked surprised, but laughed. “The wine +isn’t very good, but the others seem able to stand for +it. I once laid out a mine ditch in a neighborhood +where you’d have wanted some courage to throw away +a drink the boys had given you.” +</p> +<p>“It was very bad manners,” Dick answered awkwardly. +“Still, I didn’t like the taste——” +</p> +<p>He stopped, noticing that Jake gave him a keen +glance, but Stuyvesant filled his glass and drank. +</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with the wine?” he asked. +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. He wanted to let the matter drop, +but he had treated Bethune rudely and saw that the +others were curious. +</p> +<p>“It didn’t taste as it did when I left it. Of course +this may have been imagination.” +</p> +<p>“But you don’t think so?” Stuyvesant rejoined. +“In fact, you suspect the wine was doped after we +went out?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick with a puzzled frown; “I imagine +any doping stuff would make it sour. The curious +thing is that it tasted better than usual but stronger.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant picked up the glass and smelt it, for a +little of the liquor remained in the bottom. +</p> +<p>“It’s a pity you threw it out, because there’s a scent +mine hasn’t got. Like bad brandy or what the Spaniards +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_268' name='page_268'></a>268</span> +call <i>madre de vino</i> and use for bringing light +wine up to strength.” +</p> +<p>Then Bethune took the glass from him and drained +the last drops. “I think it <i>is madre de vino</i>. Pretty +heady stuff and that glass would hold a lot.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant nodded, for it was not a wineglass but +a small tumbler. +</p> +<p>“Doping’s not an unusual trick, but I can’t see +why anybody should want to make Brandon <i>drunk</i>.” +</p> +<p>“It isn’t very plain and I may have made a fuss +about nothing,” Dick replied, and began to talk about +something else with Jake’s support. +</p> +<p>The others indulged them, and after a time the party +broke up. The moon had risen when Dick and Jake +walked back along the dam, but the latter stopped when +they reached the gap. +</p> +<p>“We’ll climb down and cross by the sluice instead +of the pipe,” he said. +</p> +<p>“Why?” Dick asked. “The light is better than +when we came.” +</p> +<p>Jake gave him a curious look. “Your nerve’s +pretty good, but do you want to defy your enemies +and show them you have found out their trick?” +</p> +<p>“But I haven’t found it out; that is, I don’t know +the object of it yet.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake rather grimly, “what do you +think would happen if a drunken man tried to walk +along that pipe?” +</p> +<p>Then a light dawned on Dick and he sat down, +feeling limp. He was abstemious, and a large dose of +strong spirit would, no doubt, have unsteadied him. +His companions would notice this, but with the obstinacy +that often marks a half-drunk man he would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269' name='page_269'></a>269</span> +probably have insisted on trying to cross the pipe. +Then a slip or hesitation would have precipitated him +upon the unfinished ironwork below, and since an obvious +explanation of his fall had been supplied, nobody’s +suspicions would have been aroused. The +subtlety of the plot was unnerving. Somebody who +knew all about him had chosen the moment well. +</p> +<p>“It’s so devilishly clever!” he said with hoarse +anger after a moment or two. +</p> +<p>Jake nodded. “They’re smart. They knew the +boys were coming to make a row and Stuyvesant +wouldn’t have them on the veranda. Then the wine +was on the table, and anybody who’d noticed where +we sat could tell your glass. It would have been easy +to creep up to the shack before the moon rose.” +</p> +<p>“Who are <i>they</i>?” +</p> +<p>“If I knew, I could tell you what to do about it, +but I don’t. It’s possible there was only one man, +but if so, he’s dangerous. Anyhow, it’s obvious that +Kenwardine has no part in the matter.” +</p> +<p>“He’s not in this,” Dick agreed. “Have you a +cigarette? I think I’d like a smoke. It doesn’t follow +that I’d have been killed, if I had fallen.” +</p> +<p>“Then you’d certainly have got hurt enough to +keep you quiet for some time, which would probably +satisfy the other fellow. But I don’t think we’ll stop +here talking; there may be somebody about.” +</p> +<p>They climbed down by the foot of the tower and +crossing the sluice went up the ladder. When they +reached their shack Dick sat down and lighted the +cigarette Jake had given him, but he said nothing and +his face was sternly set. Soon afterwards he went to +bed. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVI_THE_LINER_S_FATE' id='XXVI_THE_LINER_S_FATE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270' name='page_270'></a>270</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +<h3>THE LINER’S FATE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Next morning Dick reviewed the situation as he +ate his breakfast in the fresh coolness before +the sun got up. He had got a shock, but he was young +and soon recovered. His anger against the unknown +plotter remained fierce, but this was, in a sense, a +private grievance, by which he must not be unduly +influenced. It was plain that he was thought dangerous, +which showed that he was following the right +clue, and he had determined that the raiding of ships +belonging to Britain or her allies must be stopped. +Since he had gone to the representative of British authority +and had been rebuffed, he meant to get Fuller +to see if American suspicions could be easier aroused, +but he must first make sure of his ground. In the +meantime, Don Sebastian had asked his help and he +had given a conditional promise. +</p> +<p>Dick decided that he had taken the proper course. +Don Sebastian held Kenwardine accountable and +meant to expose him. This was painful to contemplate +for Clare’s sake, but Dick admitted that he could +not shield Kenwardine at his country’s expense. Still, +the matter was horribly complicated. If Kenwardine +was ruined or imprisoned, a serious obstacle in Dick’s +way would be removed, but it was unthinkable that +this should be allowed to count when Clare must suffer. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_271' name='page_271'></a>271</span> +Besides, she might come to hate him if she +learned that he was responsible for her father’s +troubles. But he would make the liner’s fate a test. +If the vessel arrived safe, Kenwardine should go free +until his guilt was certain; if she were sunk or chased, +he would help Don Sebastian in every way he could. +</p> +<p>For three or four days he heard nothing about her, +and then, one hot morning, when Stuyvesant and +Bethune stood at the foot of the tower by the sluice +examining some plans, Jake crossed the pipe with a +newspaper in his hand. +</p> +<p>“The <i>Diario</i> has just arrived,” he said. “I haven’t +tried to read it yet, but the liner has been attacked.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who was superintending the building of the +sluice, hastily scrambled up the bank, and Stuyvesant, +taking the newspaper, sat down in the shade of the +tower. He knew more Castilian than the others, who +gathered round him as he translated. +</p> +<p>The liner, the account stated, had the coast in sight +shortly before dark and was steaming along it when +a large, black funnel steamer appeared from behind +a point. The captain at once swung his vessel round +and the stranger fired a shot, of which he took no +notice. It was blowing fresh, the light would soon +fade, and there was a group of reefs, which he knew +well, not far away. The raider gained a little during +the next hour and fired several shots. Two of the +shells burst on board, killing a seaman and wounding +some passengers, but the captain held on. When it +was getting dark the reefs lay close ahead, with the +sea breaking heavily on their outer edge, but he steamed +boldly for an intricate, unmarked channel between +them and the land. In altering his course, he exposed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_272' name='page_272'></a>272</span> +the vessel’s broadside to the enemy and a shot smashed +the pilot-house, but they steered her in with the hand-gear. +The pursuer then sheered off, but it got very +dark and the vessel grounded in a position where the +reef gave some shelter. +</p> +<p>Nothing could be done until morning, but as day +broke the raider reappeared and had fired a shot across +the reef when a gunboat belonging to the state in +whose territorial waters the steamer lay came upon the +scene. She steamed towards the raider, which made +off at full speed. Then the gunboat took the liner’s +passengers on board, and it was hoped that the vessel +could be re-floated. +</p> +<p>“A clear story, told by a French or Spanish sailor +who’d taken a passage on the ship,” Bethune remarked. +“It certainly didn’t come from one of the British +crew.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” Jake asked. +</p> +<p>Bethune smiled. “A seaman who tells the truth +about anything startling that happens on board a passenger +boat gets fired. The convention is to wrap the +thing in mystery, if it can’t be denied. Besides, the +ability to take what you might call a quick, bird’s-eye +view isn’t a British gift; an Englishman would have +concentrated on some particular point. Anyhow, I +can’t see how the boat came to be where she was at +the time mentioned.” He turned to Dick and asked: +“Do you know, Brandon?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick, shortly, “not altogether.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” resumed Bethune, “I’ve seen the antiquated +gunboat that came to the rescue, and it’s amusing +to think of her steaming up to the big auxiliary +cruiser. It’s doubtful if they’ve got ammunition that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_273' name='page_273'></a>273</span> +would go off in their footy little guns, though I expect +the gang of half-breed cut-throats would put up +a good fight. They have pluck enough, and the country +they belong to can stand upon her dignity.” +</p> +<p>“She knows where to look for support,” Stuyvesant +remarked. “If the other party goes much farther, +she’ll get a sharp snub up. What’s your idea of the +situation?” +</p> +<p>“Something like yours. We can’t allow the black +eagle to find an eyrie in this part of the world, but +just now our Western bird’s talons are blunt. She +hasn’t been rending the innocents like the other, but +one or two of our former leaders are anxious to put +her into fighting trim, and I dare say something of the +kind will be done. However, Brandon hasn’t taken +much part in this conversation. I guess he’s thinking +about his work!” +</p> +<p>Dick, who had been sitting quiet with a thoughtful +face, got up. +</p> +<p>“I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes, Stuyvesant.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said the other, who turned to Bethune +and Jake. “I don’t want to play the domineering +boss, but we’re not paid to sit here and fix up international +politics.” +</p> +<p>They went away and Stuyvesant looked at Dick who +said, “I ought to start in the launch to-morrow to +get the laborers you want, but I can’t go.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. “The fact is I’ve something else +to do.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Stuyvesant. “I think the understanding +was that Fuller bought all your time.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_274' name='page_274'></a>274</span></p> +<p>“He did. I’m sorry, but——” +</p> +<p>“But if I insist on your going down the coast, +you’ll break your agreement.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Dick with embarrassment. “It comes +to that.” +</p> +<p>Stuyvesant looked hard at him. “You must recognize +that this is a pretty good job, and you’re not likely +to get another without Fuller’s recommendation. +Then I understand you were up against it badly when +he first got hold of you. You’re young and ought to +be ambitious, and you have your chance to make your +mark right here.” +</p> +<p>“It’s all true,” Dick answered doggedly. “Still, I +can’t go.” +</p> +<p>“Then it must be something very important that +makes you willing to throw up your job.” +</p> +<p>Dick did not answer and, to his surprise, Stuyvesant +smiled as he resumed: “It’s England first, with +you?” +</p> +<p>“How did you guess? How much do you know?” +Dick asked sharply. +</p> +<p>“I don’t know very much. Your throwing out the +wine gave me a hint, because it was obvious that somebody +had been getting after you before, and there were +other matters. But you’re rather young and I suspect +you’re up against a big thing.” +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid I can’t tell you about it yet, if that +is what you mean.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. Stay here, as usual, if you like, or if +you want a week off, take it. I’ll find a suitable reason +for not sending you in the launch.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks!” said Dick, with keen gratitude, and +Stuyvesant, who nodded pleasantly, went away. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275' name='page_275'></a>275</span></p> +<p>Dick sent a note to Don Sebastian by a messenger +he could trust, and soon after dark met him, as he +appointed, at a wine-shop on the outskirts of the town, +where they were shown into a small back room. +</p> +<p>“I imagine you are now satisfied,” the Spaniard +said. “The liner has been chased and people on board +her have been killed.” +</p> +<p>“I’m ready to do anything that will prevent another +raid. To some extent, perhaps, I’m responsible for +what has happened; I might have stopped and seen +the mate or captain, but then I’d have lost the man I +was after. What do you think became of my +note?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian looked thoughtful. “The boy may +have lost it or shown it to his comrades; they carry +a few Spanish stewards for the sake of the foreign +passengers, and we both carelessly took too much for +granted. We followed the spy we saw without reflecting +that there might be another on board. However, +this is not important now.” +</p> +<p>“It isn’t. But what do you mean to do with Kenwardine?” +</p> +<p>“You have no cause for troubling yourself on his +account.” +</p> +<p>“That’s true, in a way,” Dick answered, coloring, +though his tone was resolute. “He once did me a +serious injury, but I don’t want him hurt. I mean +to stop his plotting if I can, but I’m going no further, +whether it’s my duty or not.” +</p> +<p>The Spaniard made a sign of comprehension. +“Then we need not quarrel about Kenwardine. In +fact, the President does not want to arrest him; our +policy is to avoid complications and it would satisfy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_276' name='page_276'></a>276</span> +us if he could be forced to leave the country and give +up the coaling station.” +</p> +<p>“How will you force him?” +</p> +<p>“He has been getting letters from Kingston; ordinary, +friendly letters from a gentleman whose business +seems to be coaling ships. For all that, there is +more in them than meets the uninstructed eye.” +</p> +<p>“Have you read his replies?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian shrugged. “What do you expect? +They do not tell us much, but it looks as if Señor Kenwardine +means to visit Kingston soon.” +</p> +<p>“But it’s in Jamaica; British territory.” +</p> +<p>“Just so,” said the Spaniard, smiling. “Señor +Kenwardine is a bold and clever man. His going to +Kingston would have thrown us off the scent if we +had not known as much as we do; but it would have +been dangerous had he tried to hide it and we had +found it out. You see how luck favors us?” +</p> +<p>“What is your plan?” +</p> +<p>“We will follow Kenwardine. He will be more +or less at our mercy on British soil, and, if it seems +needful, there is a charge you can bring against him. +He stole some army papers.” +</p> +<p>Dick started. “How did you hear of that?” +</p> +<p>“Clever men are sometimes incautious, and he once +spoke about it to his daughter,” Don Sebastian answered +with a shrug. “Our antagonists are not the +only people who have capable spies.” +</p> +<p>The intrigue and trickery he had become entangled +in inspired Dick with disgust, but he admitted that one +could not be fastidious in a fight with a man like his +antagonist. +</p> +<p>“Very well,” he said, frowning, “I’ll go; but it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_277' name='page_277'></a>277</span> +must be understood that when he’s beaten you won’t +decide what’s to be done with the man without consulting +me.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian bowed. “It is agreed. One can +trust you to do nothing that would injure your country. +But we have some arrangements to make.” +</p> +<p>Shortly afterwards Dick left the wine-shop, and +returning to the camp went to see Stuyvesant. +</p> +<p>“I want to go away in a few days, perhaps for a +fortnight, but I’d like it understood that I’d been sent +down the coast in the launch,” he said. “As a matter +of fact, I mean to start in her.” +</p> +<p>“Certainly. Arrange the thing as you like,” Stuyvesant +agreed. Then he looked at Dick with a twinkle. +“You deserve a lay-off and I hope you’ll enjoy it.” +</p> +<p>Dick thanked him and went back to his shack, where +he found Jake on the verandah. +</p> +<p>“I may go with the launch, after all, but not to +Coronal,” he remarked. +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Jake, with some dryness. “Then you +had better take me; anyhow, I’m coming.” +</p> +<p>“I’d much sooner you didn’t.” +</p> +<p>“That doesn’t count,” Jake replied. “You’re getting +after somebody, and if you leave me behind, I’ll +give the plot away. It’s easy to send a rumor round +the camp.” +</p> +<p>Dick reflected. He saw that Jake meant to come +and knew he could be obstinate. Besides, the lad was +something of a seaman and would be useful on board +the launch, because Dick did not mean to join the +steamer Kenwardine traveled by, but to catch another +at a port some distance off. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “I suppose I must give in.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_278' name='page_278'></a>278</span></p> +<p>“You’ve got to,” Jake rejoined, and added in a +meaning tone: “You may need a witness if you’re +after Kenwardine, and I want to be about to see fair +play.” +</p> +<p>“Then you trust the fellow yet?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know,” Jake answered thoughtfully. “At +first, I thought Kenwardine great, and I like him now. +He certainly has charm and you can’t believe much +against him when he’s with you; but it’s somehow different +at a distance. Still, he knew nothing about +the attacks on you. I saw that when I told him about +them.” +</p> +<p>“You told him!” Dick exclaimed. +</p> +<p>“I did. Perhaps it might have been wise——” +</p> +<p>Jake stopped, for he heard a faint rustle, as if a +bush had been shaken, and Dick looked up. The +moon had not yet risen, thin mist drifted out of the +jungle, and it was very dark. There was some brush +in front of the building and a belt of tall grass and +reeds grew farther back. Without moving the upper +part of his body, he put his foot under the table at +which they sat and kicked Jake’s leg. +</p> +<p>“What was that about Adexe?” he asked in a clear +voice, and listened hard. +</p> +<p>He heard nothing then, for Jake took the hint and +began to talk about the coaling station, but when the +lad stopped there was another rustle, very faint but +nearer. +</p> +<p>Next moment a pistol shot rang out and a puff of +acrid smoke drifted into the veranda. Then the +brushwood crackled, as if a man had violently plunged +through it, and Jake sprang to his feet. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_279' name='page_279'></a>279</span></p> +<p>“Come on and bring the lamp!” he shouted, running +down the steps. +</p> +<p>Dick followed, but left the lamp alone. He did not +know who had fired the shot and it might be imprudent +to make himself conspicuous. Jake, who was a few +yards in front, boldly took a narrow path through the +brush, which rose to their shoulders. The darkness +was thickened by the mist, but after a moment or two +they heard somebody coming to meet them. It could +hardly be an enemy, because the man wore boots and +his tread was quick and firm. Dick noted this with +some relief, but thought it wise to take precautions. +</p> +<p>“Hold on, Jake,” he said and raised his voice: +“Who’s that?” +</p> +<p>“Payne,” answered the other, and they waited until +he came up. +</p> +<p>“Now,” said Jake rather sharply, “what was the +shooting about?” +</p> +<p>“There was a breed hanging round in the bushes +and when he tried to creep up to the veranda I +plugged him.” +</p> +<p>“Then where is he?” +</p> +<p>“That’s what I don’t know,” Payne answered +apologetically. “I hit him sure, but it looks as if he’d +got away.” +</p> +<p>“It looks as if you’d missed. Where did you shoot +from?” +</p> +<p>Payne beckoned them to follow and presently +stopped beside the heap of ironwork a little to one +side of the shack. The lighted veranda was in full +view of the spot, but there was tall brushwood close +by and behind this the grass. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_280' name='page_280'></a>280</span></p> +<p>“I was here,” Payne explained. “Heard something +move once or twice, and at last the fellow showed +between me and the light. When I saw he was making +for the veranda I put up my gun. Knew I had +the bead on him when I pulled her off.” +</p> +<p>“Then show us where he was.” +</p> +<p>Payne led them forward until they reached a spot +where the brush was broken and bent, and Jake, stooping +down, struck a match. +</p> +<p>“I guess he’s right. Look at this,” he said with +shrinking in his voice. +</p> +<p>The others saw a red stain on the back of his hand +and crimson splashes on the grass. Then Dick took +the match and put it out. +</p> +<p>“The fellow must be found. I’ll get two or three +of the boys I think we can trust and we’ll begin the +search at once.” +</p> +<p>He left them and returned presently with the men +and two lanterns, but before they set off he asked +Payne: “Could you hear what we said on the veranda?” +</p> +<p>“No. I could tell you were talking, but that was +all. Once you kind of raised your voice and I guess +the fellow in front heard something, for it was then +he got up and tried to crawl close in.” +</p> +<p>“Just so,” Dick agreed and looked at Jake as one +of the men lighted a lantern. “He was nearer us +than Payne. I thought Adexe would draw him.” +</p> +<p>They searched the belt of grass and the edge of the +jungle, since, as there were venomous snakes about, +it did not seem likely that the fugitive would venture +far into the thick, steamy gloom. Then they made a +circuit of the camp, stopping wherever a mound of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_281' name='page_281'></a>281</span> +rubbish offered a hiding-place, but the search proved +useless until they reached the head of the track. Then +an explanation of the man’s escape was supplied, for +the hand-car, which had stood there an hour ago, had +gone. A few strokes of the crank would start it, +after which it would run down the incline. +</p> +<p>“I guess that’s how he went,” said Payne. +</p> +<p>Dick nodded. The car would travel smoothly if +its speed was controlled, but it would make some noise +and he could not remember having heard anything. +The peons, however, frequently used the car when they +visited their comrades at the mixing sheds, and he +supposed the rattle of wheels had grown so familiar +that he had not noticed it. +</p> +<p>“Send the boys away; there’s nothing more to be +done,” he said. +</p> +<p>They turned back towards the shack, and after a +few minutes Jake remarked: “It will be a relief when +this business is over. My nerves are getting ragged.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVII_THE_SILVER_CLASP' id='XXVII_THE_SILVER_CLASP'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_282' name='page_282'></a>282</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +<h3>THE SILVER CLASP</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was about eleven o’clock on a hot morning and +Kenwardine, who had adopted native customs, +was leisurely getting his breakfast in the patio. Two +or three letters lay among the fruit and wine, but he +did not mean to open them yet. He was something +of a sybarite and the letters might blunt his enjoyment +of the well-served meal. Clare, who had not eaten +much, sat opposite, watching him. His pose as he +leaned back with a wineglass in his hand was negligently +graceful, and his white clothes, drawn in at +the waist by a black silk sash, showed his well-knit +figure. There were touches of gray in his hair and +wrinkles round his eyes, but in spite of this he had a +look of careless youth. Clare, however, thought she +noticed a hint of preoccupation that she knew and +disliked. +</p> +<p>Presently Kenwardine picked out an envelope with +a British stamp from among the rest and turned it +over before inserting a knife behind the flap, which +yielded easily, as if the gum had lost its strength. +Then he took out the letter and smiled with ironical +amusement. If it had been read by any unauthorized +person before it reached him, the reader would have +been much misled, but it told him what he wanted to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_283' name='page_283'></a>283</span> +know. There was one word an Englishman or American +would not have used, though a Teuton might have +done so, but Kenwardine thought a Spaniard would +not notice this, even if he knew English well. The +other letters were not important, and he glanced at his +daughter. +</p> +<p>Clare was not wearing well. She had lost her color +and got thin. The climate was enervating, and Englishwomen +who stayed in the country long felt it more +than men, but this did not quite account for her jaded +look. +</p> +<p>“I am afraid you are feeling the hot weather, and +perhaps you have been indoors too much,” he said. +“I must try to take you about more when I come +back.” +</p> +<p>“Then you are going away! Where to?” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine would have preferred to hide his destination, +but since this would be difficult it seemed safer +not to try and there was no reason why his household +should not know. +</p> +<p>“To Jamaica. I have some business in Kingston, +but it won’t keep me long.” +</p> +<p>“Can you take me?” +</p> +<p>“I think not,” said Kenwardine, who knew his visit +would be attended by some risk. “For one thing, I’ll +be occupied all the time, and as I must get back as +soon as possible, may have to travel by uncomfortable +boats. You will be safe with Lucille.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes,” Clare agreed with languid resignation. +“Still, I would have liked a change.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine showed no sign of yielding and she said +nothing more. She had chosen to live with him, and +although she had not known all that the choice implied, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_284' name='page_284'></a>284</span> +must obey his wishes. For all that, she longed to get +away. It had cost her more than she thought to refuse +Dick, and she felt that something mysterious and +disturbing was going on. Kenwardine’s carelessness +had not deceived her; she had watched him when he +was off his guard and knew that he was anxious. +</p> +<p>“You don’t like Santa Brigida?” he suggested. +“Well, if things go as I hope, I may soon be able to +sell out my business interests and leave the country. +Would that please you?” +</p> +<p>Clare’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Now there +was a prospect of its ending, she could allow herself +to admit how repugnant the life she led had grown. +She had hated the gambling, and although this had +stopped, the mystery and hidden intrigue that followed +it were worse. If her father gave it all up, they need +no longer be outcasts, and she could live as an English +girl ought to do. Besides, it would be easier to forget +Dick Brandon when she went away. +</p> +<p>“Would we go back to England?” she asked +eagerly. +</p> +<p>“I hardly think that would be possible,” Kenwardine +replied. “We might, however, fix upon one of +the quieter cities near the Atlantic coast of America. +I know two or three that are not too big and are +rather old-fashioned, with something of the charm +of the Colonial days, where I think you might find +friends that would suit your fastidious taste.” +</p> +<p>Clare tried to look content. Of late, she had longed +for the peaceful, well-ordered life of the English +country towns, but it seemed there was some reason +they could not go home. +</p> +<p>“Any place would be better than Santa Brigida,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_285' name='page_285'></a>285</span> +she said. “But I must leave you to your letters. I +am going out to buy some things.” +</p> +<p>The sun was hot when she left the patio, but there +was a strip of shade on one side of the street and she +kept close to the wall, until turning a corner, she +entered a blaze of light. The glare from the pavement +and white houses was dazzling and she stopped +awkwardly, just in time to avoid collision with a man. +He stood still and she looked down as she saw that +it was Dick and noted the satisfaction in his eyes. +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid I wasn’t keeping a very good lookout,” +he said. +</p> +<p>“You seemed to be in a hurry,” Clare rejoined, half +hoping he would go on; but as he did not, she resumed: +“However, you generally give one the impression +of having something important to do.” +</p> +<p>Dick laughed. “That’s wrong just now, because +I’m killing time. I’ve an hour to wait before the +launch is ready to go to sea.” +</p> +<p>“Then you are sailing somewhere along the coast,” +said Clare, who moved forward, and Dick taking +her permission for granted, turned and walked by her +side. +</p> +<p>“Yes. I left Jake at the mole, putting provisions +on board.” +</p> +<p>“It looks as if you would be away some time,” +Clare remarked carelessly. +</p> +<p>Dick thought she was not interested and felt relieved. +It had been announced at the irrigation camp that he +was going to Coronal to engage workmen, in order +that the report might reach Kenwardine. He had now +an opportunity of sending the latter misleading news, +but he could not make use of Clare in this way. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_286' name='page_286'></a>286</span></p> +<p>“I expect so, but can’t tell yet when we will be +back,” he said. +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Clare, “I shall feel that I am left alone. +My father is going to Kingston and doesn’t know when +he will return. Then you and Mr. Fuller——” +</p> +<p>She stopped with a touch of embarrassment, wondering +whether she had said too much, but Dick +looked at her gravely. +</p> +<p>“Then you will miss us?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she admitted with a blush. “I suppose I +shall, in a sense. After all, I really know nobody in +Santa Brigida; that is, nobody I like. Of course, we +haven’t seen either of you often, but then——” +</p> +<p>“You liked to feel we were within call if we were +wanted? Well, I wish I could put off our trip, but +I’m afraid it’s impossible now.” +</p> +<p>“That would be absurd,” Clare answered, smiling, +and they went on in silence for the next few minutes. +</p> +<p>She felt that she had shown her feelings with raw +candor, and the worst was that Dick was right. +Though he thought she had robbed him, and was somehow +her father’s enemy, she did like to know he was +near. Then there had been something curious in his +tone and he had asked her nothing about her father’s +voyage. Indeed, it looked as if he meant to avoid +the subject, although politeness demanded some remark. +</p> +<p>“I am going shopping at the Almacen Morales,” +she said by and by, giving him an excuse to leave her +if he wished. +</p> +<p>“Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll come too. It will +be out of this blazing sun, and there are a few things +Jake told me to get.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_287' name='page_287'></a>287</span></p> +<p>It was a relief to enter the big, cool, general store, +but when Clare went to the dry-goods counter Dick +turned aside to make his purchases. After this, he +strolled about, examining specimens of native feather-work, +and was presently seized by an inspiration as he +stopped beside some Spanish lace. Clare ought to +wear fine lace. The intricate, gauzy web would +harmonize with her delicate beauty, but the trouble +was that he was no judge of the material. A little +farther on, a case of silver filigree caught his eye and +he turned over some of the articles. This was work +he knew more about, and it was almost as light and +fine as the lace. The design was good and marked +by a fantastic Eastern grace, for it had come from +the Canaries and the Moors had taught the Spaniards +how to make it long ago. After some deliberation, +Dick chose a belt-clasp in a box by itself, and the girl +who had been waiting on him called a clerk. +</p> +<p>“You have a good eye, señor,” the man remarked. +“The clasp was meant for a sample and not for sale.” +</p> +<p>“Making things is my business and I know when +they’re made well,” Dick answered modestly. “Anyhow, +I want the clasp.” +</p> +<p>The clerk said they would let him have it because +he sometimes bought supplies for the camp, and Dick +put the case in his pocket. Then he waited until Clare +was ready and left the store with her. He had bought +the clasp on an impulse, but now feared that she might +not accept his gift. After a time, he took it out. +</p> +<p>“This caught my eye and I thought you might wear +it,” he said with diffidence. +</p> +<p>Clare took the open case, for at first the beauty of +the pattern seized her attention. Then she hesitated +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_288' name='page_288'></a>288</span> +and turned to him with some color in her face. +</p> +<p>“It is very pretty, but why do you want to give +it to me?” +</p> +<p>“To begin with, the thing has an airy lightness that +ought to suit you. Then you took care of me and we +were very good friends when I was ill. I’d like to +feel I’d given you something that might remind you +of this. Besides, you see, I’m going away——” +</p> +<p>“But you are coming back.” +</p> +<p>“Yes; but things might happen in the meantime.” +</p> +<p>“What kind of things?” Clare asked in vague +alarm. +</p> +<p>“I don’t know,” Dick said awkwardly. “Still, disturbing +things do happen. Anyhow won’t you take +the clasp?” +</p> +<p>Clare stood irresolute with the case in her hand. It +was strange, and to some extent embarrassing that +Dick should insist upon making her the present. He +had humiliated her and it was impossible that she +could marry him, but there was an appeal in his eyes +that was hard to deny. Besides, the clasp was beautiful +and he had shown nice taste in choosing it for +her. +</p> +<p>“Very well,” she said gently. “I will keep it and +wear it now and then.” +</p> +<p>Dick made a sign of gratitude and they went on, +but Clare stopped at the next corner and held out her +hand. +</p> +<p>“I must not take you any farther,” she said firmly. +“I wish you a good voyage.” +</p> +<p>She went into a shop and Dick turned back to the +harbor where he boarded the launch. The boat was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_289' name='page_289'></a>289</span> +loaded deep with coal, the fireman was busy, and soon +after the provisions Dick had bought arrived, steam +was up. He took the helm, the engine began to throb, +and they glided through the cool shadow along the +mole. When they met the smooth swell at the harbor +mouth the sea blazed with reflected light, and Dick +was glad to fix his eyes upon the little compass in the +shade of the awning astern. The boat lurched away +across the long undulations, with the foam curling up +about her bow and rising aft in a white following +wave. +</p> +<p>“I thought of leaving the last few bags of coal,” +Jake remarked. “There’s not much life in her and +we take some chances of being washed off if she meets +a breaking sea.” +</p> +<p>“It’s a long run and we’ll soon burn down the coal, +particularly as we’ll have to drive her hard to catch +the Danish boat,” Dick replied. “If we can do that, +we’ll get Kenwardine’s steamer at her last port of call. +It’s lucky she isn’t going direct to Kingston.” +</p> +<p>“You have cut things rather fine, but I suppose you +worked it out from the sailing lists. The worst is +that following the coast like this takes us off our +course.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded. After making some calculations with +Don Sebastian’s help, he had found it would be possible +to catch a small Danish steamer that would take +them to a port at which Kenwardine’s boat would arrive +shortly afterwards. But since it had been given +out that he was going to Coronal, he must keep near +the coast until he passed Adexe. This was necessary, +because Kenwardine would not risk a visit to Jamaica, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_290' name='page_290'></a>290</span> +which was British territory, if he thought he was being +followed. +</p> +<p>“We’ll make it all right if the weather keeps fine,” +he answered. +</p> +<p>They passed Adexe in the afternoon and boldly +turned seawards across a wide bay. At sunset the +coast showed faintly in the distance, obscured by the +evening mist, and the land breeze began to blow. It +was hot and filled with strange, sour and spicy smells, +and stirred the sea into short, white ripples that rapidly +got larger. They washed across the boat’s half-immersed +stern and now and then splashed on board at +her waist; but Dick kept the engine going full speed +and sat at the tiller with his eyes fixed upon the compass. +It was not easy to steer by, because the lurching +boat was short and the card span in erratic jerks +when she began to yaw about, swerving off her course +as she rose with the seas. +</p> +<p>The night got very dark, for the land-breeze brought +off a haze, but the engine lamp and glow from the +furnace door threw an elusive glimmer about the craft. +White sea-crests chased and caught her up, and rolling +forward broke between the funnel and the bows. +Water splashed on board, the engine hissed as the spray +fell on it, and the floorings got wet. One could see +the foam on deck wash about the headledge forward +as the bows went up with a sluggishness that was the +consequence of carrying an extra load of coal. +</p> +<p>The fireman could not steer by compass, and after +a time Jake took the helm from his tired companion. +Dick lay down under the side deck, from which +showers of brine poured close beside his head, but did +not go to sleep. He was thinking of Clare and what +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_291' name='page_291'></a>291</span> +he must do when he met her father. It was important +that they should catch Kenwardine’s boat, since +he must not be allowed to land and finish his business +before they arrived. In the meanwhile, he listened +to the measured clank of the engine, which quickened +when the top blade of the screw swung out. So long +as she did not lift the others she would travel well, +but by and by he heard a splash in the crank-pit and +called to the fireman, who started the pump. +</p> +<p>Day broke in a blaze of fiery splendor, and the dripping +launch dried. The coast was near, the sea got +smooth, and the tired men were glad of the heat of +the red sun. By and by the breeze died away, and +the long swell heaved in a glassy calm, glittering with +silver and vivid blue. When their clothes were dry +they loosed and spread the awning, and a pungent +smell of olive oil and coffee floated about the boat as +the fireman cooked breakfast. After they had eaten, +Dick moved a bag or two of coal to trim the craft and +sounded the tank, because a high-pressure engine uses +a large quantity of fresh water. Then he unrolled a +chart and measured the distance to their port while +Jake looked over his shoulder. +</p> +<p>“We ought to be in time,” he said. “The advertisement +merely stated that the boat would sail to-day, +but as she didn’t leave the last port until yesterday +and she’d have some cargo to ship, it’s unlikely that +she’ll clear before noon.” +</p> +<p>“It might have been safer to telegraph, booking +two berths. These little boats don’t often miss a +chance of picking up a few dollars, and the skipper +would have waited.” +</p> +<p>“I thought about that; but the telegram would have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_292' name='page_292'></a>292</span> +shown what we were after if Kenwardine has bribed +somebody in the office, which is possible.” +</p> +<p>“You seem convinced he has had an important part +in these attacks on merchant ships,” Jake said thoughtfully. +</p> +<p>“It’s hard to doubt.” +</p> +<p>“The man’s by way of being a friend of mine and +took you into his house when you were in some danger +of bleeding to death. I’m not sure that he’s guilty, +and now I’ve come with you, am going to see he gets +fair play; but if you can prove your charge, you may +do what you like with him. I think we’ll let it go at +that.” +</p> +<p>Dick nodded. “In the first place, we must make +our port, and it’s lucky we’ll have smooth water until +the sea breeze gets up.” +</p> +<p>Telling the fireman he could go to sleep, he moved +about the engine with an oilcan and afterwards cleaned +the fire. Then he lay on the counter with his hand +on the helm while the launch sped across the glassy +sea, leaving a long wake astern. The high coast ahead +got clearer, but after a time dark-blue lines began to +streak the glistening water and puffs of wind fanned +the men’s faces. The puffs were gratefully fresh and +the heat felt intolerable when they passed, but by and +by they settled into a steady draught and the dark +lines joined, until the sea was all a glowing ultramarine. +Then small ripples splashed about the launch +and Dick glanced ahead. +</p> +<p>“She’s steaming well,” he said as he listened to the +steady snort of the exhaust and humming of the +cranks. “It’s lucky, because there’s some weight in +the wind.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_293' name='page_293'></a>293</span></p> +<p>Some hours later, when the sea was flecked with +white, they closed with a strip of gray-green forest that +seemed to run out into the water. The launch rolled +and lurched as the foam-tipped combers hove her up +and the awning flapped savagely in the whistling +breeze. Away on the horizon, there was a dingy trail +of smoke. Presently Jake stood up on deck, and +watched the masts that rose above the fringe of trees. +</p> +<p>“There’s a black-top funnel like the Danish boat’s, +and a flag with red and white on it, but it’s hanging +limp. They don’t feel the breeze inside.” +</p> +<p>He jumped down as Dick changed his course, and +they passed a spit of surf-washed sand, rounded the +last clump of trees, and opened up the harbor mouth. +The sunshine fell upon a glaring white and yellow +town, and oily water glittered between the wharf and +the dark hulls of anchored vessels, but Dick suddenly +set his lips. He knew the Danish boat, and she was +not there. +</p> +<p>“She’s gone,” said Jake with a hint of relief in his +voice. “That was her smoke on the skyline.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVIII_ROUGH_WATER' id='XXVIII_ROUGH_WATER'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_294' name='page_294'></a>294</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +<h3>ROUGH WATER</h3> +</div> + +<p>As soon as they entered port, Dick and Jake went +to the office of a Spanish shipbroker, who offered +them his polite sympathy. +</p> +<p>“We had very little cargo here, and when he heard +there was some dyewood at San Ignacio the captain +steamed off again,” he explained. +</p> +<p>“What sort of a port is San Ignacio, and how far +is it?” Dick asked. +</p> +<p>“It is an <i>aldea</i> on the shore of a lagoon, with a +wharf that small boats can reach, about forty miles +from here.” +</p> +<p>“Then they take the dyewood off in boats? If +there is much of the stuff, it would be a long job.” +</p> +<p>“That is so, señor. The boats can only reach the +wharf when the tide is high. At other times, the +cargo must be carried down through the mud.” +</p> +<p>“Have you a large chart of this coast?” +</p> +<p>The broker brought a chart and Dick studied it for +some minutes, making notes in his pocket-book. Then +he looked up. +</p> +<p>“Where can I get fresh water?” +</p> +<p>The broker asked how much he wanted and after +taking some paper money gave him a ticket. +</p> +<p>“There is a pipe on the wharf and when the peon +sees the receipt he will fill your tanks.” +</p> +<p>Dick thanked him and going out with Jake found +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_295' name='page_295'></a>295</span> +their fireman asleep in a wine-shop. They had some +trouble in wakening the man and after sending him +off to get the water, ordered some wine. The room +was dirty and filled with flies, but the lattice shutters +kept out the heat and they found the shadow pleasant +after the glare outside. Jake dropped into a cane +chair with a sigh of content. He felt cramped and +stiff after the long journey in the narrow cockpit of +the plunging launch, and was sensible of an enjoyable +lassitude. It would be delightful to lounge about in +the shade after refreshing himself with two or three +cool drinks, but he had misgivings that this was not +what Dick meant to do. When he had drained a large +glass of light, sweet wine, he felt peacefully at ease, +and resting his head on the chair-back closed his eyes. +After this he was conscious of nothing until Dick said: +“It’s not worth while to go to sleep.” +</p> +<p>“Not worth while?” Jake grumbled drowsily. “I +was awake all last night. It’s quiet and cool here and +I can’t stand for being broiled outside.” +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid you’ll have to. We start as soon as +Maccario has filled the tank.” +</p> +<p>Jake roused himself with a jerk. Dick leaned forward +wearily with his elbow on the table, but he looked +resolute. +</p> +<p>“Then you haven’t let up yet? You’re going on +to the lagoon?” +</p> +<p>“Certainly,” said Dick. “The Danish boat has an +hour’s start, but she only steams eight or nine knots +and it will take some time to load her cargo.” +</p> +<p>“But we can’t drive the launch hard. The breeze +is knocking up the sea.” +</p> +<p>“We’ll try,” Dick answered, and Jake growled in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_296' name='page_296'></a>296</span> +protest. His dream of rest and sleep, and perhaps +some mildly exciting adventure when the citizens came +out in the cool of the evening, had been rudely banished. +Moreover, he had had another reason for being +philosophical when he thought his comrade baulked. +</p> +<p>“It’s a fool trick. She won’t make it if the sea +gets bad.” +</p> +<p>Dick smiled dryly. “We can turn back if we find +her getting swamped. It looks as if you were not +very anxious to overtake Kenwardine.” +</p> +<p>“I’m not,” Jake admitted. “If you’re determined +to go, I’m coming, but I’d be glad of a good excuse +for letting the matter drop.” +</p> +<p>Somewhat to his surprise, Dick gave him a sympathetic +nod. “I know; I’ve felt like that, but the +thing can’t be dropped. It’s a hateful job, but it must +be finished now.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” Jake answered, getting up. “If we +must go, the sooner we start the better.” +</p> +<p>The launch looked very small and dirty when they +looked down on her from the wharf, and Jake noted +how the surf broke upon the end of the sheltering +point. Its deep throbbing roar warned him what they +might expect when they reached open water, but he +went down the steps and helped Dick to tighten some +bearing brasses, after which a peon threw down their +ropes and the screw began to rattle. With a few +puffs of steam from her funnel the launch moved +away and presently met the broken swell at the harbor +mouth. Then her easy motion changed to a +drunken lurch and Jake gazed with misgivings at the +white-topped seas ahead. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_297' name='page_297'></a>297</span></p> +<p>She went through the first comber’s crest with her +forefoot in the air and the foam washing deep along +the tilted deck, while the counter vanished in a white +upheaval. Then it swung up in turn, and frames and +planking shook as the engine ran away. This happened +at short intervals as she fought her way to +windward in erratic jerks, while showers of spray and +cinders blew aft into the face of her crew. +</p> +<p>Dick drove her out until the sea got longer and +more regular, when he turned and followed the coast, +but the flashing blue and white rollers were now on +her beam and flung her to lee as they passed. Sometimes +one washed across her low counter, and sometimes +her forward half was buried in a tumultuous +rush of foam. The pump was soon started and they +kept it going, but the water gathered in the crank-pit, +where it was churned into lather, and Jake and Maccario +relieved each other at helping the pump with +a bucket. They were drenched and half blinded by +the spray, but it was obvious that their labor was +needed and they persevered. +</p> +<p>Stopping for breath now and then, with his back +to the wind, Jake glanced at the coast as the boat +swung up with a sea. It made a hazy blur against +the brilliant sky, but his eyes were smarting and dazzled. +There was a confusing glitter all around him, +and even the blue hollows they plunged into were +filled with a luminous glow. Still he thought they +made progress, though the launch was drifting to leeward +fast, and he told Dick, who headed her out a +point or two. +</p> +<p>“This is not the usual sea breeze; it’s blowing really +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_298' name='page_298'></a>298</span> +fresh,” he said. “Do you think it will drop at sundown?” +</p> +<p>“I’m not sure,” Dick replied, shading his eyes as he +glanced at the windward horizon. +</p> +<p>“Then suppose it doesn’t drop?” +</p> +<p>“If the sea gets dangerous, we’ll put the helm up +and run for shelter.” +</p> +<p>“Where do you expect to find it?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know,” Dick admitted. “There are reefs +and shoals along the coast that we might get in behind.” +</p> +<p>Jake laughed. “Well, I guess this is a pretty rash +adventure. You won’t turn back while you can see, +and there are safer things than running for a shoal +you don’t know, in the dark. However, there’s a +point one might get a bearing from abeam and I’ll try +to fix our position. It might be useful later.” +</p> +<p>Stooping beside the compass, he gazed at the hazy +land across its card, and then crept under the narrow +foredeck with a chart. He felt the bows sweep upwards, +pause for a moment, and suddenly lurch down, +but now the sea was long and regular, the motion +was rhythmic. Besides, the thud and gurgle of water +outside the boat’s thin planks were soothing and harmonized +with the measured beat of the screw. Jake +got drowsy and although he had meant to take another +bearing when he thought he could double the +angle, presently fell asleep. +</p> +<p>It was getting dark when he awoke and crept into +the cockpit. There was a change in the motion, for +the launch did not roll so much and the combers no +longer broke in showers of spray against her side. +She swung up with a swift but easy lift, the foam +boiling high about her rail, and then gently slid down +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_299' name='page_299'></a>299</span> +into the trough. It was plain that she was running +before the wind, but Jake felt that he must pull himself +together when he looked aft, for there is something +strangely daunting in a big following sea. A +high, white-topped ridge rolled up behind the craft, +roaring as it chased her, while a stream of spray blew +from its curling crest. It hid the rollers that came +behind; there was nothing to be seen but a hill of +water, and Jake found it a relief to fix his eyes ahead. +The backs of the seas were smoother and less disturbing +to watch as they faded into the gathering +dark. When the comber passed, he turned to Dick, +who stood, alert and highly strung, at the helm. +</p> +<p>“You’re heading for the land,” he said. “What +are you steering by?” +</p> +<p>“I got the bearing of a point I thought I recognized +on the chart before I lost sight of the coast. There’s +a long reef outshore of it, with a break near the point. +If we can get through, we might find shelter.” +</p> +<p>“Suppose there’s something wrong with your bearing, +or you can’t make good your course?” +</p> +<p>“Then there’ll be trouble,” Dick answered grimly. +“We’ll have the reef to lee and she won’t steam out +again.” +</p> +<p>Jake put a kettle on the cylinder-top and took some +provisions from a locker. He was hungry and +thought he might need all the strength he had, while +he did not want to look at the sea. The pump was +clanking hard, but he could hear the water wash about +under the floorings, and the launch was very wet. +Darkness fell as he prepared a meal with the fireman’s +help, and they ate by the dim light of the engine-lamp, +while Dick, to whom they handed portions, crouched +at the helm, gazing close into the illuminated compass. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_300' name='page_300'></a>300</span> +Sometimes he missed the food they held out +and it dropped and was washed into the pump-well, +but he ate what he could without moving his eyes. +</p> +<p>Since he must find the opening in the reef, much +depended on his steering an accurate course, but this +was difficult, because he had to bear away before the +largest combers. Moreover, the erratic motion of a +short boat in broken water keeps the compass-card +rocking to and fro, and long practise is needed to hit +the mean of its oscillations. As a matter of fact, Dick +knew he was leaving much to luck. +</p> +<p>After a time, they heard a hoarse roar. Since the +sound would not carry far to windward, they knew the +reef was close ahead, but where the opening lay was +another matter. Dick had no guide except the compass, +and as the launch would probably swamp if he +tried to bring her round head to sea, he must run on +and take the risk. By and by, Jake, straining his eyes +to pierce the gloom, called out as he saw a ghostly +white glimmer to starboard. This was the surf spouting +on the reef and if it marked the edge of the channel, +they would be safe in going to port; if not, the +launch would very shortly be hurled upon the barrier. +</p> +<p>Dick stood up and gazed ahead. The white patch +was getting plainer, but he could see nothing else. +There was, however, a difference in the motion, and +the sea was confused. He ordered the engine to be +slowed, and they ran on until the belt of foam bore +abeam. They must be almost upon the reef now, or +else in the channel, and for the next minute or two +nobody spoke. If they had missed the gap, the first +warning would be a shock, and then the combers that +rolled up behind them would destroy the stranded +craft. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_301' name='page_301'></a>301</span></p> +<p>She did not strike; the surf was level with her quarter, +and Jake, thrusting down a long boathook, found +no bottom. In another minute or two the water suddenly +got smooth, and he threw down the boathook. +</p> +<p>“We’re through,” he said in a strained voice. +“The reef’s astern.” +</p> +<p>“Try the hand-lead,” Dick ordered him, as he +changed his course, since he was apparently heading +for the beach. +</p> +<p>Jake got four fathoms and soon afterwards eighteen +feet, when Dick stopped the engine and the launch +rolled upon the broken swell. A dark streak that +looked like forest indicated the land, and a line of foam +that glimmered with phosphorescent light ran outshore +of them. Now they were to lee of the reef, +the hoarse clamor of the surf rang about the boat. +Unfolding the chart, they studied it by the engine-lamp. +It was on too small a scale to give many details, +but they saw that the reef ran roughly level with +the coast and ended in a nest of shoals near a point. +</p> +<p>“We could ride out a gale here,” Jake remarked. +</p> +<p>“We could, if we wanted,” Dick replied. +</p> +<p>Jake looked at him rather hard and then made a +sign of resignation. “Well, I guess I’ve had enough, +but if you’re going on—— How do you reckon +you’ll get through the shoals ahead?” +</p> +<p>“I imagine some of them are mangrove islands, and +if so, there’ll be a channel of a sort between them. In +fact, the chart the broker showed me indicated something +of the kind. With good luck we may find it.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Jake. “I’m glad to think it will +be a soft bottom if we run aground.” +</p> +<p>They went on, keeping, so far as they could judge, +midway between reef and beach, but after a time the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_302' name='page_302'></a>302</span> +lead showed shoaling water and Jake used the boathook +instead. Then the sky cleared and a half-moon +came out, and they saw haze and the loom of trees +outshore of them. Slowing the engine, they moved +on cautiously while the water gradually got shallower, +until glistening banks of mud began to break the surface. +Then they stopped the engine, but found the +launch still moved forward. +</p> +<p>“I imagine it’s about four hours’ flood,” Dick remarked. +“That means the water will rise for some +time yet, and although the current’s with us now I +think we can’t be far off the meeting of the tides.” +</p> +<p>Jake nodded. In places of the kind, the stream +often runs in from both ends until it joins and flows +in one direction from the shoalest spot. +</p> +<p>“Then we ought to find a channel leading out on +the other side.” +</p> +<p>They let the engine run for a few minutes until the +boat touched bottom and stuck fast in the mud. The +wind seemed to be falling and the roar of the surf +had got fainter. Thin haze dimmed the moonlight +and there were strange splashings in the water that +gently lapped about the belts of mud. The stream +stopped running, but seeing no passage they waited +and smoked. +</p> +<p>“If we can get out on the other side, we oughtn’t +to be very far from the lagoon,” Jake suggested. +</p> +<p>Presently there was a faint rippling against the +bows and the launch began to swing round. +</p> +<p>“The tide’s coming through from the other end,” +said Dick. “We may find a channel if we can push +her across the mud.” +</p> +<p>For half an hour they laboriously poled her with a +long oar and the boathook between the banks of mire. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_303' name='page_303'></a>303</span> +Sometimes she touched and stuck until the rising water +floated her off, and sometimes she scraped along the +bottom, but still made progress. They were breathless +and soaked with perspiration, while the foul scum +that ran off the oar stained their damp clothes. Then +Jake’s boathook sank a foot or two deeper and finding +the depth as good after a few vigorous pushes, +they started the engine. +</p> +<p>Sour exhalations rose from the wake of the churning +screw and there was a curious dragging feel in +the boat’s motion, as if she were pulling a body of +water after her, but this was less marked when Jake +found three or four feet, and by and by he threw +down the pole and they went half-speed ahead. After +a time, the mangroves outshore got farther off, the air +smelt fresher, and small ripples broke the surface of +the widening channel. They went full-speed, the +trees faded, and a swell that set her rocking met the +boat, although there still seemed to be a barrier of +sand or mud between her and open sea. +</p> +<p>Giving Jake the helm, Dick crawled under the foredeck, +where the floorings were drier than anywhere +else, and lay smoking and thinking until day broke. +The light, which grew brighter rapidly, showed a glistening +line of surf to seaward and mangrove forest on +a point ahead. Beyond this there seemed to be an +inlet, and then the shore curved out again. As they +passed the point Dick stood up on deck and presently +saw two tall spars rise above the mist. A few minutes +later, the top of a funnel appeared, and then a sharp +metallic rattle rang through the haze. +</p> +<p>“We’re in the lagoon,” he said. “That’s the Danish +boat and she hasn’t finished heaving cargo on +board.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIX_KENWARDINE_TAKES_A_RISK' id='XXIX_KENWARDINE_TAKES_A_RISK'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_304' name='page_304'></a>304</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +<h3>KENWARDINE TAKES A RISK</h3> +</div> + +<p>Shortly after the launch entered the lagoon, +the Danish boat hove her anchor and steamed +out to sea. Dick, who had engaged a half-breed pilot +to take the launch home, lounged in a canvas chair +under the poop awning. His eyes were half closed, +for the white boats and deckhouses flashed dazzlingly +in the strong light as the steamer lurched across the +vivid swell of the Caribbean. The cigarette he languidly +held had gone out, and his pose was slack. +</p> +<p>He was physically tired and his brain was dull, but +he was conscious of lethargic satisfaction. For a long +time he had been torn between his love for Clare and +his duty to his country. His difficulties were further +complicated by doubts of Kenwardine’s guilt, but recent +events had cleared these up. It was, on the +whole, a relief to feel that he must now go forward +and there need be no more hesitation and balancing +of probabilities. The time for that had gone and his +course was plain. He must confront Kenwardine +with a concise statement of his share in the plot and +force from him an undertaking that he would abandon +his traitorous work. +</p> +<p>This might be difficult, but Dick did not think he +would fail. Don Sebastian, who perhaps knew more +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_305' name='page_305'></a>305</span> +than he did, was to meet him at a Cuban port, and the +Spaniard could be trusted to handle the matter with +skill. There was no direct communication between +Santa Brigida and Kingston, but steamers touched at +the latter place when making a round of other ports, +which would enable Dick and his ally to join Kenwardine’s +boat at her last call. If either of them had +gone on board at Santa Brigida, Kenwardine would +have left the ship at the next port. +</p> +<p>Since he had sailed on an English steamer, bound +for British territory, he would be subject to British +law when they met, and they could, if needful, have +him arrested. Dick admitted that this ought to be +done to begin with, but had not decided about it yet. +He would wait and be guided by events. The British +officials might doubt his story and decline to interfere, +but Kenwardine could not count on that, because Don +Sebastian was armed with credentials from the President +of a friendly state. +</p> +<p>Dick, however, dismissed the matter. He was tired +in mind and body, and did not mean to think of anything +important until he met Kenwardine. By and +by his head grew heavy, and resting it on the back +of his chair, he closed his eyes. When Jake came up, +followed by a steward carrying two tall glasses of +frothing liquor, he saw that his comrade was fast +asleep. +</p> +<p>“You can put them down,” he told the steward. +“I’m thirsty enough to empty both, but you can bring +some more along when my partner wakes.” +</p> +<p>After this he took a black seaman, who was making +some noise as he swept the poop, by the arm and firmly +led him to the other side of the deck. Then he drained +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_306' name='page_306'></a>306</span> +the glasses with a sigh of satisfaction, and lighting +a cigarette, sat down near Dick’s feet. He did not +mean to sleep, but when he got up with a jerk as the +lunch bell rang he saw Dick smiling. +</p> +<p>“Have I been sitting there all this time?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick. “You were lying flat on deck +when I woke up an hour ago.” Then he indicated the +two glasses, which had rolled into the scupper channel. +“I shouldn’t be surprised if those accounted for +it.” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps they did,” Jake owned, grinning. “Anyhow, +we’ll have some more, with a lump of ice in it, +before we go down to lunch.” +</p> +<p>The Danish boat met fine weather as she leisurely +made her way across the Caribbean, and after an uneventful +voyage, Dick and Jake landed at a port in +Cuba. The British steamer from Santa Brigida had +not arrived, but the agent expected her in the evening, +and they found Don Sebastian waiting them at a hotel +he had named. When it was getting dark they walked +to the end of the harbor mole and sat down to watch +for the vessel. +</p> +<p>Rows of the lights began to twinkle, one behind the +other, at the head of the bay, and music drifted across +the water. A bright glow marked the plaza, where +a band was playing, but the harbor was dark except +for the glimmer of anchor-lights on the oily swell. +The occasional rattle of a winch, jarring harshly on +the music, told that the Danish boat was working +cargo. A faint, warm breeze blew off the land, and +there was a flicker of green and blue phosphorescence +as the sea washed about the end of the mole. +</p> +<p>“I wonder how you’ll feel if Kenwardine doesn’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_307' name='page_307'></a>307</span> +come,” Jake said presently, looking at Dick, who did +not answer. +</p> +<p>“He will come,” Don Sebastian rejoined with quiet +confidence. +</p> +<p>“Well, I guess he must know he’s doing a dangerous +thing.” +</p> +<p>“Señor Kenwardine does know, but he plays for +high stakes and takes the risks of the game. If it +had not been necessary, he would not have ventured +on British soil, but since he was forced to go, he +thought the boldest plan the safest. This is what one +would expect, because the man is brave. He could +not tell how far my suspicions went and how much +Señor Brandon knew, but saw that he was watched +and if he tried to hide his movements he would betray +himself. It was wiser to act as if he had nothing +to fear.” +</p> +<p>“As he was forced to go, his business must be important,” +Dick said thoughtfully. “This means he +must be dealt with before he lands at Kingston. If +we allowed him to meet his confederates there, the +mischief would be done, and it might be too late afterwards +to stop them carrying out their plans.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian gave him a quiet smile. “One +might learn who his confederates are if he met them. +It looks as if you would sooner deal with our friend +on board.” +</p> +<p>“I would,” Dick said steadily. “His plotting must +be stopped, but I’m inclined to think I’d be content with +that.” +</p> +<p>“And you?” the Spaniard asked, turning to Jake. +</p> +<p>“I don’t know that Kenwardine is in the worst of +the plot. He was a friend of mine and it’s your business +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_308' name='page_308'></a>308</span> +to prove him guilty. I mean to reserve my opinion +until you make your charges good.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Don Sebastian. “We’ll be +guided by what happens when we see him.” +</p> +<p>They let the matter drop, and half an hour later +a white light and a green light crept out of the dark +to seawards, and a faint throbbing grew into the measured +beat of a steamer’s screw. Then a low, shadowy +hull, outlined by a glimmer of phosphorescence, came +on towards the harbor mouth, and a rocket swept up +in a fiery curve and burst, dropping colored lights. A +harsh rattle of running chain broke out, the screw +splashed noisily for a few moments and stopped, and +a launch came swiftly down the harbor. +</p> +<p>“The port doctor!” said Dick. “There’s some +cargo ready, and she won’t sail for three or four hours. +We had better wait until near the last moment before +we go on board. If our man saw us, he’d take alarm +and land.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian agreed, and they went back to the +hotel, and stayed there until word was sent that the +last boat was ready to leave the mole. They took +their places with one or two more passengers, and as +they drew near the steamer Dick looked carefully +about. Several shore boats were hanging on to the +warp alongside and a cargo barge lay beside her quarter. +It was obvious that she would not sail immediately, +and if Kenwardine saw them come on board, +he would have no trouble in leaving the vessel. If +he landed, he would be in neutral territory, and their +hold on him would be gone. To make things worse, +a big electric lamp had been hung over the gangway +so as to light the ladder. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_309' name='page_309'></a>309</span></p> +<p>Dick could not see Kenwardine among the passengers +on deck, and getting on board as quietly as +possible, they went down the nearest companion stairs +and along an alleyway to the purser’s office. A number +of rooms opened on to the passage, and Dick had +an uncomfortable feeling that chance might bring him +face to face with Kenwardine. Nobody met them, +however, and they found the purser disengaged. +</p> +<p>“If you have a passenger list handy, you might +let me see it,” Dick said as he took the tickets. +</p> +<p>The purser gave him a list, and he noted Kenwardine’s +name near the bottom. +</p> +<p>“We may as well be comfortable, although we’re +not going far,” he resumed. “What berths have you +left?” +</p> +<p>“You can pick your place,” said the purser. “We +haven’t many passengers this trip, and there’s nobody +on the starboard alleyway. However, if you want a +hot bath in the morning, you had better sleep to port. +They’ve broken a pipe on the other side.” +</p> +<p>A bath is a luxury in the Caribbean, but white men +who have lived any time in the tropics prefer it warm, +and Dick saw why the passengers had chosen the port +alleyway. He decided to take the other, since Kenwardine +would then be on the opposite side of the ship. +</p> +<p>“We’ll have the starboard rooms,” he said. “One +can go without a bath for once, and you’ll no doubt +reach Kingston to-morrow night.” +</p> +<p>“I expect so,” agreed the purser. “Still, we +mayn’t be allowed to steam in until the next morning. +They’re taking rather troublesome precautions in the +British ports since the commerce-raider got to work.” +</p> +<p>Dick signed to the others and crossed the after well +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_310' name='page_310'></a>310</span> +towards the poop in a curiously grim mood. He hated +the subterfuge he had practised, and there was something +very repugnant in this stealthy tracking down +of his man, but the chase was nearly over and he +meant to finish it. Defenseless merchant seamen +could not be allowed to suffer for his squeamishness. +</p> +<p>“Don Sebastian and I will wait in the second-class +smoking-room until she starts,” he said to Jake. “I +want you to lounge about the poop deck and watch +the gangway. Let us know at once if you see Kenwardine +and it looks as if he means to go ashore.” +</p> +<p>He disappeared with his companion, and Jake went +up a ladder and sat down on the poop, where he was +some distance from the saloon passengers. Kenwardine +was less likely to be alarmed at seeing him, but +he did not like his part. The man had welcomed +him to his house, and although he had lost some money +there, Jake did not believe his host had meant to plunder +him. After all, Dick and Don Sebastian might +be mistaken, and he felt mean as he watched the gangway. +A hint from him would enable Kenwardine to +escape, and it was galling to feel that it must not be +given. Indeed, as time went on, Jake began to wish +that Kenwardine would learn that they were on board +and take alarm. He was not sure he would warn +Dick if the fellow tried to steal away. +</p> +<p>In the meanwhile, the pumps on board a water-boat +had stopped clanking and she was towed towards the +harbor. The steamer’s winches rattled as they hove +up cargo from the barge, but Jake had seen that there +was not much left and she would sail as soon as the +last load was hoisted in. Lighting a cigarette, he ran +his eye along the saloon-deck. A few passengers in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_311' name='page_311'></a>311</span> +white clothes walked up and down, and he studied +their faces as they passed the lights, but Kenwardine +was not among them. A group leaned upon the rails +in the shadow of a boat, and Jake felt angry because +he could not see them well. The suspense was getting +keen, and he wished Kenwardine would steal +down the ladder and jump into a boat before he could +give the alarm. +</p> +<p>There was, however, no suspicious movement on the +saloon-deck, and Jake, walking to the rail, saw the +peons putting the last of the barge’s cargo into the +sling. It came up with a rattle of chain, and the +barge sheered off. Somebody gave an order, and +there was a bustle on deck. In another few minutes +Kenwardine’s last chance of escape would be gone, +because a British ship is British territory, and her +captain can enforce his country’s laws. +</p> +<p>Jake threw away his cigarette and took out another +when the whistle blew and the windlass began to clank. +Although the anchor was coming up, two boats hung +on to the foot of the ladder, and he could not be expected +to see what was going on while he lighted his +cigarette. Kenwardine was clever, and might have +waited until the last moment before making his escape, +with the object of leaving his pursuers on board, but +if he did not go now it would be too late. The clank +of the windlass stopped, and Jake, dropping the match +when the flame touched his fingers, looked up. A +group of dark figures were busy on the forecastle, and +he saw the captain on the bridge. +</p> +<p>“All clear forward, sir!” a hoarse voice cried, and +somebody shouted: “Cast off the boats!” +</p> +<p>Then there was a rattle of blocks as the ladder was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_312' name='page_312'></a>312</span> +hoisted in, and the deck quivered as the engines began +to throb. Jake heard the screw slowly flounder round +and the wash beneath the poop as the steamer moved +out to sea, but there was nobody except their colored +crews on board the boats that dropped astern. Kenwardine +had had his chance and lost it. He had been +too bold and now must confront his enemies. +</p> +<p>Jake went down the ladder and found Dick waiting +at the door of the second-class saloon. +</p> +<p>“He’s on board,” he said. “I’m sorry he is. In +fact, I’m not sure I’d have told you if he’d tried to +light out at the last moment.” +</p> +<p>Dick gave him a dry smile. “I suspect that Don +Sebastian didn’t trust you altogether. He left me, +and I shouldn’t be surprised to learn that he had found +a place where he could watch the gangway without +being seen.” +</p> +<p>A few minutes later, the Spaniard crossed the after +well. “Now,” he said, “we must decide when we +ought to have our interview with Señor Kenwardine, +and I think we should put it off until just before we +land.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” Jake asked. “It would be much pleasanter +to get it over and have done with it.” +</p> +<p>“I think not,” Don Sebastian answered quietly. +“We do not know how Señor Kenwardine will meet +the situation. He is a bold man, and it is possible +that he will defy us.” +</p> +<p>“How can he defy you when he knows you can +hand him over to the British authorities?” +</p> +<p>“That might be necessary; but I am not sure it is +the British authorities he fears the most.” +</p> +<p>“Then who is he afraid of?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_313' name='page_313'></a>313</span></p> +<p>“His employers, I imagine,” Don Sebastian answered +with a curious smile. “It is understood that +they trust nobody and are not very gentle to those +who do not serve them well. Señor Kenwardine +knows enough about their plans to be dangerous, and +it looks as if he might fail to carry their orders out. +If we give him too long a warning, he may escape us +after all.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t see how he could escape. You have him +corralled when he’s under the British flag.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian shrugged as he indicated the +steamer’s low iron rail and the glimmer of foam in +the dark below. +</p> +<p>“There is one way! If he takes it, we shall learn +no more than we know now.” +</p> +<p>He left them, and Jake looked at Dick. “It’s unthinkable! +I can’t stand for it!” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick very quietly; “he mustn’t be +pushed too far. For all that, his friends can’t be allowed +to go on sinking British ships.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXX_THE_LAST_ENCOUNTER' id='XXX_THE_LAST_ENCOUNTER'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_314' name='page_314'></a>314</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +<h3>THE LAST ENCOUNTER</h3> +</div> + +<p>Dick awoke next morning with a feeling of +nervous strain that got worse as the day wore +on. By going down to the saloon immediately the +breakfast-bell rang and making a hurried meal, he +and his companions avoided meeting Kenwardine, and, +after bribing a steward, were given lunch with the +second-class passengers. Two difficulties were thus +got over, but the time passed heavily while they kept +out of sight in quiet corners of the after well, and +Dick found it a relief when a friendly engineer invited +him below. Here he spent some hours, smoking and +watching the machinery, while the fingers of the clock +on the bulkhead crawled with painful slowness round +the dial. +</p> +<p>When he went up on deck the bold ridge of the +Blue Mountains rose above the dazzling sea, but the +lower slopes were veiled in haze and he could not tell +how far the land was off. A mate informed him that +they would have the coast close aboard at dusk, but +did not think anybody would be allowed to land until +the morning. Struck by a thought, Dick asked if any +passenger boats were likely to be in port, and the mate +replied that a Spanish liner would leave for Brazil +soon after they arrived, but he knew of no vessel +going north for the next few days. Then, after giving +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_315' name='page_315'></a>315</span> +Dick some advice about the choice of a hotel, he +went away. +</p> +<p>Towards sunset the sea-breeze dropped and the mist +gathered thicker about the hills. Faint puffs of hot +wind began to blow off the land, which faded suddenly +as darkness rolled down. A thin haze drifted out +across the water and the speed slackened as the vessel +closed with the shore. Then dim lights blinked +out ahead, the engines stopped, and a detonating rocket +burst high up in the sky. Soon afterwards a steam +launch came off, and the purser stopped near Dick +on his way to his room. +</p> +<p>“We are going in, but will have to wait until the +agent gets formal permission from the guardship’s +commander, who must see our papers first,” he said. +“As this may take some time, perhaps you had better +dine on board.” +</p> +<p>When the bell rang Dick and his companions went +to the saloon. There were not many passengers, and +the room was nearly empty, but as they entered Dick +saw Kenwardine at the bottom of a table. He glanced +up as he heard their footsteps, and with an abrupt +movement turned his revolving chair partly round. +Next moment, however, he looked at Dick coolly, and +after a nod of recognition went on with his dinner. +Don Sebastian indicated a table between Kenwardine +and the door, and they sat down. +</p> +<p>Jake played with his food, and Dick had not much +appetite, although he partook of the dishes set before +him, because he wanted an excuse for occupying the +table until Kenwardine had finished. The latter +showed no anxiety to get away and now and then +kept the steward waiting while he studied the menu. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_316' name='page_316'></a>316</span> +Dick, who envied his coolness, thought it indicated +one of two things: Kenwardine knew he was beaten +and was philosophically resigned, or had some plan +by which he hoped to baffle his pursuers. Now and +then Dick looked at Don Sebastian inquiringly, but +the Spaniard answered with an enigmatic smile. +</p> +<p>In the meantime, the passengers went away to pack +or get ready for a run ashore, and at last the saloon +was empty except for Dick’s party and Kenwardine. +Then Don Sebastian crossed the floor and bowed to +the latter. +</p> +<p>“It would be a favor if you will take a glass of +wine with us,” he said. +</p> +<p>“Certainly,” said Kenwardine, getting up, and Don +Sebastian, who gave an order to a steward, led the +way to a corner table where they would not be disturbed. +</p> +<p>“You were, perhaps, surprised to see us, señor,” +he resumed, when the others joined them. +</p> +<p>“I was,” Kenwardine admitted. “Still, I suppose +I ought to have been prepared for something of the +kind.” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian bowed. “One may understand that +as a compliment?” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps it is, in a sense. But I certainly did not +expect to meet Mr. Fuller. We are told that his people +mean to preserve a strict neutrality.” +</p> +<p>Jake colored. “I’d have stood out if you had kept +your dago friends off my partner. That’s what +brought me in; but I’m still trying to be as neutral +as I can.” +</p> +<p>“Señor Fuller has informed us that he means to +see you get fair play,” Don Sebastian interposed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_317' name='page_317'></a>317</span></p> +<p>“Well, he has my thanks for that, and my sympathy, +which I think he needs,” Kenwardine rejoined +with a twinkle. “There’s no doubt that he owes Mr. +Brandon something, and I flatter myself that he rather +liked me. It must have been embarrassing to find +that he couldn’t be friends with both. However, you +had better tell me what you want. My clothes are +not packed, and I must land as soon as possible, because +I have some business to transact to-night.” +</p> +<p>“I am afraid you will be unable to do so,” Don +Sebastian said politely. +</p> +<p>“Why?” +</p> +<p>“The explanation is rather long, but, to begin with, +you no doubt know I was ordered to watch you.” +</p> +<p>“I must admit that I suspected something very like +it.” +</p> +<p>“The President imagined you might become dangerous +to the neutrality of the State, and I learned +enough to show that he was right.” +</p> +<p>“What did you learn?” +</p> +<p>Don Sebastian smiled. “I will be frank and put +down my cards. I would not do so, señor, if I thought +you could beat them.” +</p> +<p>He began a concise account of the discoveries he +had made; showing Kenwardine’s association with the +German, Richter, and giving particulars about the +purchase of the Adexe coaling wharf. Jake leaned +forward with his elbows on the table, listening eagerly, +while Dick sat motionless. Part of what he heard +was new to him, but the Spaniard’s statements could +not be doubted, and he envied Kenwardine’s nerve. +The latter’s face was, for the most part, inscrutable, +but now and then he made a sign of languid agreement, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_318' name='page_318'></a>318</span> +as if to admit that his antagonist had scored a +point. +</p> +<p>“Well,” he said when the other finished, “it is a +story that might do me harm, and there are parts I +cannot deny; but it is not complete. One finds awkward +breaks in it. For example, you do not show +how the raider got coal and information from the +Adexe Company.” +</p> +<p>“I think Señor Brandon can do so,” said Don Sebastian, +who turned to Dick. +</p> +<p>Taking his cue from the Spaniard, Dick related +what he had noted at the coaling wharf and learned +about the movements of the tug when the auxiliary +cruiser was in the neighborhood. His account to some +extent filled the gaps that Don Sebastian’s narrative +had left, but now he came to put the different points +together and consider them as a whole, their significance +seemed less. He began to see how a hostile +critic would look at the thing. Much of his evidence +was based upon conjecture that might be denied. Yet, +while it was not convincing, it carried weight. +</p> +<p>There was a pause when he finished, and Jake was +conscious of a strong revulsion of feeling as he studied +his companions. In a way, the thin, dark-faced Spaniard +and tranquil Englishman were alike. Both wore +the stamp of breeding and were generally marked by +an easy good humor and polished wit that won men’s +confidence and made them pleasant companions. But +this was on the surface; beneath lay a character as +hard and cold as a diamond. They were cunning, +unscrupulous intriguers, who would stick at nothing +that promised to serve their ends. Jake knew Kenwardine +now, and felt angry as he remembered the infatuation +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_319' name='page_319'></a>319</span> +that had prevented his understanding the +man. +</p> +<p>Then he glanced at Dick, who sat waiting with a +quietly resolute look. Dick was different from the +others; he rang true. One could not doubt his rather +naïve honesty, but in spite of this there was something +about him that made him a match for his scheming +opponent. Kenwardine, of course, had courage, but +Dick was armed with a stern tenacity that made him +careless of the hurt he received. Now, though he had +nothing to gain and much to lose, he would hold on +because duty demanded it. The contrast between +them threw a lurid light upon Kenwardine’s treachery. +</p> +<p>Then the latter said: “You have stated things +clearly, Brandon, but, after all, what you offer is +rather plausible argument than proof. In fact, you +must see that your evidence isn’t strong enough.” +</p> +<p>“It’s enough to justify our handing you to the military +officers in Kingston, who would, no doubt, detain +you while they made inquiries.” +</p> +<p>“Which you don’t want to do?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick shortly. “But I may be forced.” +</p> +<p>“Very well. This brings us back to the point we +started from,” Kenwardine replied and turned to Don +Sebastian. “What is it you want?” +</p> +<p>“To know where Richter is, and who supplied him +with the money he paid for the coaling business.” +</p> +<p>“Then I’m sorry I cannot tell you, and you certainly +wouldn’t get the information by having me +locked up, but perhaps I can meet you in another way. +Now it’s obvious that you know enough to make it +awkward for me to carry on the Adexe wharf, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_320' name='page_320'></a>320</span> +my help is necessary for the part of the business you +object to. If I retire from it altogether, you ought +to be satisfied.” +</p> +<p>The Spaniard did not answer, and while he pondered, +the beat of a launch’s engine came in through +the open ports. Kenwardine lighted a cigarette, +spending some time over it, and as he finished the +launch ran alongside. There were footsteps on deck, +and a few moments later a steward entered the saloon. +</p> +<p>“We are going in,” he announced. “Will you +have your luggage put on deck?” +</p> +<p>“You can take ours up,” said Don Sebastian, who +indicated Kenwardine. “Leave this gentleman’s for +the present.” +</p> +<p>Kenwardine did not object, but Jake, who was +watching him, thought he saw, for the first time, a +hint of uneasiness in his look. Then Don Sebastian +got up. +</p> +<p>“I must think over Señor Kenwardine’s suggestion, +and you may want to talk to him,” he said, and went +out. +</p> +<p>When he had gone, Kenwardine turned to Dick. +“There’s a matter I would like to clear up; I had +nothing to do with the attempts that seem to have +been made upon your life. In fact, I suspected nothing +of the kind until you told me about the accident +at the dam, but Fuller afterwards showed me that it +was time to interfere.” +</p> +<p>“That’s true,” said Jake. “Anyhow, I gave him +a plain hint, but as he didn’t seem able to stop the +accidents, I put Don Sebastian on the track.” +</p> +<p>“You can’t with any fairness make me accountable +for the actions of half-breeds who hold life very cheap +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_321' name='page_321'></a>321</span> +and meant to keep a paying job,” Kenwardine resumed, +addressing Dick. “You knew what kind of +men you had to deal with and took the risk.” +</p> +<p>“It’s hard to see how a white man could make use +of such poisonous colored trash,” Jake remarked. +“But I expect you don’t want me, and I’ll see what +Don Sebastian is doing.” +</p> +<p>He left them, and there was silence for a few moments +until the screw began to throb and they heard +the wash of water along the steamer’s side. Then +Kenwardine said quietly, “Fuller has tact. There’s +a matter that concerns us both that has not been mentioned +yet. I’ll clear the ground by stating that although +our Spanish friend has not decided what he +means to do, I shall not go back to Santa Brigida. I +imagine this will remove an obstacle from your way.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks for the lead,” Dick answered. “I resolved, +some time ago, to marry Clare if she would +have me, though I saw that it would mean separating +her from you.” +</p> +<p>“And yet you believed she stole your papers!” +</p> +<p>“I thought she did,” Dick answered doggedly. +“Still, I didn’t blame her.” +</p> +<p>“You blamed me? But you ought to be satisfied, +in one respect, because Clare and I are separated, and +I’ll own that I’m anxious about her future. Had +things gone well, I would have tried to keep her away +from you; in fact, I did try, because I frankly think +she might have made a better marriage. For all that, +if you are determined and she is willing, you have my +consent. You will probably never be very rich, but I +could trust Clare to you.” +</p> +<p>“I am determined.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_322' name='page_322'></a>322</span></p> +<p>“Very well. I can tell you something you may +be glad to hear. Clare did not rob you, nor did I.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked at him with keen relief. “Then who +took the plans?” +</p> +<p>“Your cousin. The pocket they were in was unbuttoned +when he took hold of you and hurried you +out of the house. He brought them to me afterwards, +but I saw they were not valuable and destroyed them.” +</p> +<p>It was impossible to doubt the statement, and Dick +flushed with shame and anger as he realized that his +absurd and unjust suspicion of Clare had prevented +his seeing who the real culprit was. Clare had accidentally +torn his pocket loose, the bulky envelope must +have been sticking out, and Lance had noticed it as +he hustled him across the hall. +</p> +<p>“Yes; Lance took the plans!” he exclaimed +hoarsely. “But why?” +</p> +<p>“It looks as if you hadn’t heard from home. +Your cousin has stepped into your place. I imagine +he had always envied it, and didn’t hesitate when he +saw an opportunity of getting rid of you.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for a few moments and his face was +very hard. He heard the crew hurrying about the +deck, and a winch rattle as the hatches were lifted. +The vessel would soon be in port, and Kenwardine’s +fate must be decided before they went ashore; but the +man looked very cool as he leaned back in his chair, +languidly waiting. +</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” Dick asked +sternly. +</p> +<p>“I should have thought my object was plain +enough,” Kenwardine replied. “I didn’t want Clare +to marry a badly paid engineer. Things are different +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_323' name='page_323'></a>323</span> +now and I admit that you have stood a rather severe +test. I’ll give you two letters; one to Clare, advising +her to marry you, and the other stating how your +cousin stole the plans, which you can use in any way +you like. Before writing them, I’d like to see Fuller +for a minute or two. You needn’t hesitate about it, +because I don’t mean to victimize him in any way. +In fact, I want to tell him something to his advantage.” +</p> +<p>Dick went out, and when he had sent Jake down, +leaned upon the steamer’s rail lost in thought. It had +been a shock to learn of his cousin’s treachery, but +this was balanced by the relief of knowing that Clare +was innocent. Indeed, he grew hot with shame as +he wondered how he had suspected her. He felt angry +with Kenwardine for keeping him in the dark so long, +but his indignation was tempered by a touch of grim +amusement. Since the fellow was ambitious for +Clare, he must have regretted having destroyed the +plans when he learned that Dick’s father was rich, but +after conniving at the theft he could not put matters +right. Now, when his career was ended, he was willing, +for his daughter’s sake, to clear Dick’s name and +help him to regain the station he had lost. But Dick +was not sure he wished to regain it just yet. He had +been turned out of the army; his father, who had +never shown much love for him, had been quick to +believe the worst; and he was bound for a time to a +man who had befriended him. +</p> +<p>Presently he looked about. Lights were opening +out in twinkling lines as the steamer moved shoreward, +and a splash of oars came out of the gloom. +Dick vacantly noted that several boats were approaching, +and then a winch rattled and Don Sebastian, who +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_324' name='page_324'></a>324</span> +had come up quietly, touched his arm. A chain sling +swung past beneath a moving derrick, and as they +crossed the deck to get out of the way he saw a steamer +close by. Her windlass was clanking as she shortened +her cable and he supposed she was the Spanish boat +the mate had spoken of, but he followed his companion +and listened to what he had to say. Then as +the anchor was let go he thought Jake ought to have +come back and went to look for him. He found the +lad leaning against the deckhouse, smoking a cigarette. +</p> +<p>“Where’s Kenwardine?” he asked. +</p> +<p>“I left him in the saloon. He gave me two letters +for you and a useful hint about some debts of mine.” +</p> +<p>“Never mind that! How long is it since you left +him?” +</p> +<p>“Quite five minutes,” Jake answered coolly. +</p> +<p>Struck by something in his tone, Dick ran below +and found no luggage in Kenwardine’s room. None +of the stewards whom he asked had seen him for some +time, and a hasty search showed that he was not on +deck. Dick went back to Jake. +</p> +<p>“Do you know where the fellow is?” he asked +sharply as Don Sebastian came up. +</p> +<p>“If you insist, I imagine he’s on board the Spanish +boat,” Jake answered with a chuckle. “As she seems +to have her anchor up, I guess it’s too late for us to +interfere.” +</p> +<p>A sharp rattle of chain that had rung across the +water suddenly stopped and Dick saw one of the +steamer’s colored side-lights slowly move. It was +plain that she was going to sea. +</p> +<p>“Since we had been passed by the doctor, there was +nothing to prevent the shore boats coming alongside, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_325' name='page_325'></a>325</span> +and I believe one or two did so before we quite +stopped,” Jake resumed. “They were, no doubt, +looking for a job, and the ladder was already lowered.” +</p> +<p>“Then you knew Kenwardine meant to steal +away?” +</p> +<p>“I didn’t know, but thought it likely,” Jake replied +with some dryness. “On the whole, it was perhaps +the best thing he could do. What’s your opinion, +Don Sebastian?” +</p> +<p>The Spaniard smiled. “I think the President will +be satisfied that it was the simplest way out of the difficulty.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Jake, “here are your letters, Dick. +Perhaps we had better see about getting ashore.” +</p> +<p>They moved towards the gangway, past the hatch +where some heavy cases were being hoisted up, and +Dick carefully put the letters in his pocket. This distracted +his attention from what was going on, and +when he heard a warning shout he stepped back a moment +too late. A big case swung forward beneath a +derrick-boom and struck his shoulder. Staggering +with the blow, he lost his balance and plunged down +the hatch. He was conscious of a heavy shock, a +sudden, stinging pain, and then remembered nothing +more. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXI_RICHTER_S_MESSAGE' id='XXXI_RICHTER_S_MESSAGE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_326' name='page_326'></a>326</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +<h3>RICHTER’S MESSAGE</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was a hot evening and Clare sat at a table in the +patio, trying to read. The light was bad, for +buzzing insects hovered about the lamp, but the house +had not cooled down yet and she wanted to distract +her troubled thoughts. Footsteps and voices rose +from the street outside, where the citizens were passing +on their way to the plaza, but the sounds were faint +and muffled by the high walls. The house had been +built in times when women were jealously guarded +and a dwelling was something of a fort. Now, with +the iron gate in the narrow, arched entrance barred, +the girl was securely cut off from the exotic life of +the city. +</p> +<p>This isolation was sometimes a comfort, but it +sometimes jarred. Clare was young, and fond of +cheerful society, and the iron gate had its counterpart +in another barrier, invisible but strong, that shut +her out from much she would have enjoyed. She +often stood, so to speak, gazing wistfully between +the bars at innocent pleasures in which she could not +join. Kenwardine, in spite of his polished manners, +was tactfully avoided by English and Americans of +the better class, and their wives and daughters openly +showed their disapproval. +</p> +<p>At length Clare gave up the attempt to read. She +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_327' name='page_327'></a>327</span> +felt lonely and depressed. Nobody had been to the +house since Kenwardine left, and Dick and Jake were +away. She did not see Dick often and he was, of +course, nothing to her; for one thing, he was in some +mysterious way her father’s enemy. Still, she missed +him; he was honest, and perhaps, if things had been +different—— +</p> +<p>Then she turned her head sharply as she heard the +click of a bolt. This was strange, because Lucille +had locked the gate. She could not see it in the gloom +of the arch, but it had certainly opened. Then as she +waited with somewhat excited curiosity a dark figure +appeared on the edge of the light, and she put down +her book as Richter came forward. He made very +little noise and stopped near the table. +</p> +<p>“How did you get in?” she asked. +</p> +<p>Richter smiled. “You have forgotten that Herr +Kenwardine gave me a key.” +</p> +<p>“I didn’t know he had,” Clare answered. “But +won’t you sit down?” +</p> +<p>He moved a chair to a spot where his white clothes +were less conspicuous, though Clare noted that he did +so carelessly and not as if he wished to hide himself. +Then he put a small linen bag on the table. +</p> +<p>“This is some money that belongs to Herr Kenwardine; +you may find it useful. It is not good to be +without money in a foreign town.” +</p> +<p>Clare looked at him with alarm. He was fat and +generally placid, but his philosophical good humor +was not so marked as usual. +</p> +<p>“Then you have heard from my father?” +</p> +<p>“Yes. I have a cablegram. It was sent in a +roundabout way through other people’s hands and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_328' name='page_328'></a>328</span> +took some time to reach me. Herr Kenwardine left +Kingston last night.” +</p> +<p>“But there is no boat yet.” +</p> +<p>Richter nodded. “He is not coming to Santa +Brigida. I do not think that he will come back at all.” +</p> +<p>For a moment or two Clare felt unnerved, but she +pulled herself together. She realized now that she +had long had a vague fear that something of this kind +would happen. +</p> +<p>“Then where has he gone? Why didn’t he write +to me?” she asked. +</p> +<p>“He has gone to Brazil and will, no doubt, write +when he arrives. In the meantime, you must wait and +tell people he is away on business. This is important. +You have some money, and the house is yours for a +month or two.” +</p> +<p>“But why has he gone? Will you show me the +cablegram?” +</p> +<p>“You could not understand it, and it might be better +that you should not know,” Richter answered. +Then he paused and his manner, which had been +friendly and sympathetic, changed. His short hair +seemed to bristle and his eyes sparkled under his shaggy +brows as he resumed: “Herr Kenwardine was forced +to go at the moment he was needed most. Your +father, fräulein, is a bold and clever man, but he was +beaten by a blundering fool. We had confidence in +him, but the luck was with his enemies.” +</p> +<p>“Who are his enemies?” +</p> +<p>“The Englishman, Brandon, is the worst,” Richter +answered with keen bitterness. “We knew he was +against us, but thought this something of a joke. +Well, it seems we were mistaken. These English are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_329' name='page_329'></a>329</span> +obstinate; often without imagination or forethought, +they blunder on, and chance, that favors simpletons, +is sometimes with them. But remember, that if your +father meets with misfortunes, you have Brandon to +thank.” +</p> +<p>The color left Clare’s face, but she tried to brace +herself. +</p> +<p>“What misfortunes has my father to fear?” +</p> +<p>Richter hesitated, and then said deprecatingly: “I +cannot be as frank as I wish. Herr Kenwardine’s +work was most important, but he failed in it. I know +this was not his fault and would trust him again, but +there are others, of higher rank, who may take a different +view. Besides, it will be remembered that he +is an Englishman. If he stays in Brazil, I think he +will be left alone, but he will get no money and some +he has earned will not be sent. Indeed, if it were +known, fräulein, I might be blamed for paying you +this small sum, but I expect you will need it.” +</p> +<p>He got up, as if to go, but Clare stopped him. +</p> +<p>“You will come back as soon as you know something +more and tell me what to do.” +</p> +<p>Richter made an apologetic gesture. “That will +be impossible. I ran some risk in coming now and +leave Santa Brigida to-night in a fishing boat. You +will stay in this house, as if you expect your father +back, until you hear from him. He will send you instructions +when he lands.” +</p> +<p>Then the kitchen door across the patio opened and +a bucket clinked. Richter stepped back into the +shadow and Clare looked round as an indistinct figure +crossed the tiles. When she looked back Richter had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_330' name='page_330'></a>330</span> +gone and she heard the splash of water. She sat still +until the servant went away and then sank down +limply in her chair. She was left alone and unprotected +except for old Lucille, in a foreign town where +morals were lax and license was the rule. The few +English and Americans whose help she might have +asked regarded her with suspicion, and it looked as +if her father would be unable to send for her. +</p> +<p>This was daunting but it was not the worst. Richter +had vaguely hinted at Kenwardine’s business, which +was obviously mysterious. She saw where his hints +led, but she would not follow up the clue. Her father +had been ruined by Brandon, and her heart was filled +with anger, in which she found it some relief to indulge. +Dick had long been their enemy and thought +her a thief, while the possibility that he was justified +in the line he had taken made matters worse. If she +was the daughter of a man dishonored by some treason +against his country, she could not marry Dick. +She had already refused to do so, but she did not +want to be logical. It was simpler to hate him as the +cause of her father’s downfall. The latter had always +indulged her, and now she understood that he +would land in Brazil penniless, or at least impoverished. +Since he was accustomed to extravagance, it +was painful to think of what he might suffer. +</p> +<p>Then she began to speculate about Richter’s visit. +He had come at some risk and seemed sorry for her, +but he had urged her to stay in the house, as if she +expected her father to return. This could be of no +advantage to the latter, and she wondered whether +the man had meant to make use of her to divert suspicion +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_331' name='page_331'></a>331</span> +from himself and his friends. It seemed uncharitable +to think so, but she was very bitter and +could trust nobody. +</p> +<p>After a time she got calm, and remembering that +she had her own situation to consider, counted the +money in the bag. It was not a large sum, but with +economy might last for a few weeks, after which she +must make some plans. She was incapable of grappling +with any fresh difficulty yet, but she must brace +her courage and not break down, and getting up with +a resolute movement she went into the house. +</p> +<p>On the morning after his fall, Dick came to his +senses in a shaded room. He heard a shutter rattle +as the warm breeze flowed in, and noted a flickering +patch of light on the wall, but found with some annoyance +that he could not see it well. His head was +throbbing and a bandage covered part of his face. +His side was painful too, and he groaned when he +tried to move. +</p> +<p>“Where am I?” he asked a strange man, who appeared +beside his bed, and added in an injured tone: +“It looks as if I’d got into trouble again.” +</p> +<p>“You had a narrow escape,” the other answered +soothingly. “You cut your head badly and broke +two of your ribs when you fell down the steamer’s +hold. Now you’re in hospital, but you’re not to talk.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll get worse if you keep me quiet,” Dick grumbled. +“How can you find out things that bother you, +unless you talk?” +</p> +<p>“Don’t bother about them,” said the doctor. +“Have a drink instead.” +</p> +<p>Dick looked at the glass with dull suspicion. “I +don’t know, though I’m thirsty. You see, I’ve been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_332' name='page_332'></a>332</span> +in a doctor’s hands before. In fact, I seem to have +a gift for getting hurt.” +</p> +<p>“It’s cool and tastes nice,” the other urged. “You +didn’t rest much last night and if you go to sleep now +we’ll try to satisfy your curiosity afterwards.” +</p> +<p>Dick hesitated, but took the glass and went to sleep +soon after he drained it. When he awoke the light +had vanished from the wall and the room was shadowy, +but he saw Jake sitting by the bed. A nurse, who +put a thermometer in his mouth and felt his pulse, +nodded to the lad as if satisfied before she went away. +Dick’s head was clearer, and although the movement +hurt him he resolutely fixed his uncovered eye on his +companion. +</p> +<p>“Now,” he said, “don’t tell me not to talk. Do +you know why they’ve fixed this bandage so that it +half blinds me?” +</p> +<p>Jake looked embarrassed. “There’s a pretty deep +cut on your forehead.” +</p> +<p>“Do you suppose I can’t feel it? But I want to +know why they’re not satisfied with tying my forehead +up? You may as well tell me, because I’m not +going to sleep again. It looks as if I’d slept all day.” +</p> +<p>“The cut runs through your eyelid and the doctor +thinks it wiser to be careful.” +</p> +<p>“About my eye?” +</p> +<p>“It’s just a precaution,” Jake declared. “There’s +really nothing the matter, but he thought it would be +better to keep out the strong light.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick, who was not deceived, and was +silent for the next few moments. Then he resumed +in a rather strained voice: “Well, let’s talk about +something else. Where’s Don Sebastian?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_333' name='page_333'></a>333</span></p> +<p>“I haven’t seen him since lunch, but he spent the +morning interviewing the British authorities.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think he told them to send after Kenwardine?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake with a twinkle, “I rather think +he’s put them off the track, and although he had to +give them a hint out of politeness, doesn’t want them +to know too much. Then there’s only an old-fashioned +cruiser here and I understand she has to stop +for a guardship. In fact, Don Sebastian seems to +imagine that Kenwardine is safe so long as he keeps +off British soil. However, an official gentleman with +a refined taste in clothes and charming manners called +at our hotel and is coming to see you as soon as the +doctor will let him.” +</p> +<p>Next morning Dick saw the gentleman, who stated +his rank and then asked a number of questions, which +Dick did not answer clearly. He was glad that his +bandaged head gave him an excuse for seeming stupid. +He had done his part, and now Kenwardine could +do no further harm, it would be better for everybody +if he got away. After a time, his visitor observed: +</p> +<p>“Well, you seem to have rendered your country +a service, and I expect you will find things made +smooth for you at home after our report upon the matter +has been received.” +</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Dick. “It looks as if you knew why +I left.” +</p> +<p>The gentleman made a sign of assent. “Your +Spanish friend was discreet, but he told us something. +Besides, there are army lists and <i>London Gazettes</i> in +Kingston.” +</p> +<p>Dick was silent for a few moments, and then said: +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_334' name='page_334'></a>334</span> +“As a matter of fact, I am not anxious to go home +just yet.” +</p> +<p>“Are you not?” the other asked with a hint of +polite surprise. “I do not think there would be much +difficulty about a new commission, and officers are +wanted.” +</p> +<p>“They’re not likely to want a man with one eye, +and I expect it will come to that,” Dick said grimly. +</p> +<p>His visitor was sympathetic, but left soon afterwards, +and Dick thought he was not much wiser about +Kenwardine’s escape than when he came. Two or +three weeks later he was allowed to get up, although +he was tightly strapped with bandages and made to +wear a shade over his eyes. When he lay in the open +air one morning, Jake joined him. +</p> +<p>“We must get back to Santa Brigida as soon as we +can,” he said. “They’re planning an extension of the +irrigation scheme, and the old man and Ida are coming +out. The doctor seems to think you might go +by the next boat if we take care of you. But I’d better +give you Kenwardine’s letters. We took them +out of your pocket the night you got hurt, and I’ve +been wondering why you haven’t asked for them.” +</p> +<p>“Thanks,” Dick answered dully. “I don’t know +that I’ll use them now. I’ll be glad to get back and +dare say I can do my work with one eye.” +</p> +<p>“You’ll soon have both,” Jake declared. +</p> +<p>“It’s doubtful,” said Dick. “I don’t think the +doctor’s very sanguine.” +</p> +<p>On the whole, he was relieved when Jake left, because +he found it an effort to talk, but the thoughts +he afterwards indulged in were gloomy. His broken +ribs did not trouble him much, but there was some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_335' name='page_335'></a>335</span> +risk of his losing his eye. He had helped to expose +and banish Kenwardine, and could not ask Clare to +marry him after that, even if he were not half blind +and disfigured. Besides, it was doubtful if he would +be able to resume his profession or do any useful work +again. The sight of the uninjured eye might go. As +a matter of fact, the strain he had borne for some +time had told upon his health and the shock of the +accident had made things worse. He had sunk into +a dejected, lethargic mood, from which he had not +the vigor to rouse himself. +</p> +<p>A week later he was helped on board a small French +boat and sailed for Santa Brigida. He did not improve +with the sea air, as Jake had hoped, and for the +most part avoided the few passengers and sat alone in +the darkest corner he could find. Now and then he +moodily read Kenwardine’s letters. He had at first +expected much from them. They might have removed +the stain upon his name and the greatest obstacle between +himself and Clare; but he no longer cared much +about the former and the letters were useless now. +For all that, he put them carefully away in a leather +case which he carried in an inside pocket. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXII_IDA_INTERFERES' id='XXXII_IDA_INTERFERES'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_336' name='page_336'></a>336</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> +<h3>IDA INTERFERES</h3> +</div> + +<p>On his return to Santa Brigida, Dick went to see +a Spanish oculist, who took a more hopeful view +than the Kingston doctor, although he admitted that +there was some danger of the injury proving permanent. +Dick felt slightly comforted when he learned +that the oculist was a clever man who had been well +known in Barcelona until he was forced to leave the +city after taking part in some revolutionary plot. He +was, however, unable to resume his work, and while +he brooded over his misfortunes a touch of the malaria +he had already suffered from hindered his recovery. +One of the effects of malaria is a feeling of +black depression. He was feebly struggling against the +weakness and despondence when Fuller arrived and +soon afterwards came to see him. Dick, who was sitting +in the darkest corner of the veranda, had got +rid of his bandage; but an ugly, livid mark crossed his +forehead to the shade above his eyes and his face +looked worn. Fuller talked about the dam for a time, +and then stopped and looked hard at his silent companion. +</p> +<p>“I imagined all this would interest you, but you +don’t say much.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Dick. “You see, it’s galling to listen +to plans you can’t take part in. In fact, I feel I +ought to resign.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_337' name='page_337'></a>337</span></p> +<p>“Why?” +</p> +<p>“It looks as if it may be a long time before I can +get to work and I may never be of much use again.” +</p> +<p>“Well, I suppose it’s natural that you should feel +badly humped, but you don’t know that you’ll lose +your eye, and if you did, you’d do your work all right +with the other. However, since you started the subject, +I’ve something to say about our contract. If +the new scheme we’re negotiating goes through, as I +think it will, I’ll have to increase my staff. Should +I do so, you’ll get a move up and, of course, better +pay for a more important job.” +</p> +<p>Dick, who was touched by this mark of confidence, +thanked him awkwardly, and although he felt bound +to object that he might be unable to fill the new post, +Fuller stopped him. +</p> +<p>“All you have to do is to lie off and take it easy +until you get well. I know a useful man when I see +him and it won’t pay me to let you go. When I’ve +fixed things with the President I’ll make you an offer. +Now Stuyvesant’s waiting for me and I understand +my daughter is coming to see you.” +</p> +<p>He went away and soon afterwards Ida Fuller came +in. Dick rather awkwardly got her a chair, for his +shade, which was closely pulled down, embarrassed +him, but she noticed this, and his clumsiness made a +strong appeal. She liked Dick and had some ground +for being grateful to him. For half an hour she +talked in a cheerful strain and Dick did his best to +respond, but she saw what the effort cost and went +away in a thoughtful mood. +</p> +<p>Ida Fuller had both sympathy and self-confidence, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_338' name='page_338'></a>338</span> +and when things went wrong with her friends seldom +felt diffident about trying to put them right. In consequence, +she took Jake away from the others, whom +her father had asked to dinner that evening. +</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with Dick Brandon?” she +asked. +</p> +<p>“It’s pretty obvious. His trouble began with +broken ribs and may end with the loss of his eye; but +if you want a list of his symptoms——” +</p> +<p>“I don’t,” said Ida. “Does his trouble end with +the injury to his eye?” +</p> +<p>Jake gave her a sharp glance. “If you insist on +knowing, I admit that I have my doubts. But you +must remember that Dick has a touch of malaria, +which makes one morbid.” +</p> +<p>“But this doesn’t account for everything?” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Jake, who lighted a cigarette, “I don’t +think it does. In fact, as I know your capabilities +and begin to see what you’re getting after, there’s not +much use in my trying to put you off the track.” +</p> +<p>Ida sat down in a canvas chair and pondered for +a minute or two. +</p> +<p>“You know Miss Kenwardine; if I recollect, you +were rather enthusiastic about her. What is she +like?” +</p> +<p>Jake’s eyes twinkled. “You mean—is she good +enough for Dick? He’ll be a lucky man if he gets +her, and I don’t mind confessing that I thought of +marrying her myself only she made it clear that she +had no use for me. She was quite right; I’d have +made a very poor match for a girl like that.” +</p> +<p>Ida was not deceived by his half-humorous manner, +for she remarked something that it was meant to hide. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_339' name='page_339'></a>339</span> +Still, Jake had had numerous love affairs that seldom +lasted long. +</p> +<p>“Have you been to see her since you came back?” +she asked. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Jake. “After helping to drive her +father out of the country, I knew it would be an awkward +meeting, but I felt I ought to go because she +might be in difficulties, and I went twice. On the +whole, it was a relief when I was told she was not at +home.” +</p> +<p>“I wonder whether she would see me?” +</p> +<p>“You’re pretty smart, but I suspect this is too delicate +a matter for you to meddle with.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll be better able to judge if you tell me what you +know about it.” +</p> +<p>Jake did so with some hesitation. He knew his +sister’s talents and that her object was good, but he +shrank from betraying his comrade’s secrets. +</p> +<p>“I think I’ve put you wise, but I feel rather mean,” +he concluded. +</p> +<p>“What you feel is not important. But you really +think he hasn’t sent her Kenwardine’s letter?” +</p> +<p>Jake made a sign of agreement and Ida resumed: +</p> +<p>“The other letter stating that his cousin stole the +plans is equally valuable and his making no use of it +is significant. Your partner’s a white man, Jake, but +he’s foolish and needs the help of a judicious friend. +I want both letters.” +</p> +<p>“I’ve warned you that it’s a dangerous game. You +may muss up things.” +</p> +<p>“Then I’ll be responsible. Can you get the letters?” +</p> +<p>“I think so,” Jake replied with an embarrassed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_340' name='page_340'></a>340</span> +grin. “In a way, it’s a shabby trick, but if he will +keep papers in his pocket after getting one lot stolen, +he must take the consequences.” +</p> +<p>“Very well,” said Ida calmly. “Now we had better +go in before the others wonder why we left them.” +</p> +<p>Next morning Clare sat in the patio in very low +spirits. No word had come from Kenwardine, and +her money was nearly exhausted. She had heard of +Dick’s return, but not that he was injured, and he had +kept away. This was not surprising and she did not +want to meet him; but it was strange that he had not +come to see her and make some excuse for what he +had done. He could, of course, make none that would +appease her, but he ought to have tried, and it looked +as if he did not care what she thought of his treachery. +</p> +<p>Then she glanced up as Ida came in. Clare had +seen Ida in the street and knew who she was, but she +studied her with keen curiosity as she advanced. Her +dress was tasteful, she was pretty, and had a certain +stamp of refinement and composure that Clare knew +came from social training; but she felt antagonistic. +For all that, she indicated a chair and waited until her +visitor sat down. Then she asked with a level glance: +“Why have you come to see me?” +</p> +<p>“I expect you mean—why did I come without getting +your servant to announce me?” Ida rejoined with +a disarming smile. “Well, the gate was open, and +I wanted to see you very much, but was half afraid +you wouldn’t let me in. I owe you some apology, but +understand that my brother is a friend of yours.” +</p> +<p>“He was,” Clare said coldly. +</p> +<p>“Then he has lost your friendship by taking Dick +Brandon’s part?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_341' name='page_341'></a>341</span></p> +<p>Clare colored, but her voice was firm as she answered: +</p> +<p>“To some extent that is true. Mr. Brandon has +cruelly injured us.” +</p> +<p>“He was forced. Dick Brandon is not the man +to shirk his duty because it was painful and clashed +with his wishes.” +</p> +<p>“Was it his duty to ruin my father?” +</p> +<p>“He must have thought so; but we are getting on +dangerous ground. I don’t know much about the +matter. Do you?” +</p> +<p>Clare lowered her eyes. Since Richter’s visit, she +had had disturbing doubts about the nature of Kenwardine’s +business; but after a few moments she asked +in a hard, suspicious voice: “How do you know so +much about Mr. Brandon?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Ida calmly, “it’s plain that I’m not +in love with him, because if I were, I should not have +tried to make his peace with you. As a matter of +fact, I’m going to marry somebody else before very +long. However, now I think I’ve cleared away a possible +mistake, I’ll own that I like Dick Brandon very +much and am grateful to him for the care he has +taken of my brother.” +</p> +<p>“He stopped Jake from coming here,” Clare rejoined +with a blush. +</p> +<p>“That is so,” Ida agreed. “He has done a number +of other things that got him into difficulties, because +he thought it right. That’s the kind of man he +is. Then I understand he was out of work and feeling +desperate when my father engaged him, he got +promotion in his employment, and I asked him to see +that Jake came to no harm. I don’t know if he kept +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_342' name='page_342'></a>342</span> +his promise too conscientiously, and you can judge +better than me. But I think you ought to read the +letters your father gave him.” +</p> +<p>She first put down Kenwardine’s statement about +the theft of the plans, and Clare was conscious of +overwhelming relief as she read it. Dick knew now +that she was not the thief. Then Ida said: “If you +will read the next, you will see that your father doesn’t +feel much of a grievance against Brandon.” +</p> +<p>The note was short, but Kenwardine stated clearly +that if Clare wished to marry Brandon he would be +satisfied and advised her to do so. The girl’s face +flushed as she read and her hands trembled. Kenwardine +certainly seemed to bear Dick no ill will. +But since the latter had his formal consent, why had +he not used it? +</p> +<p>“Did Mr. Brandon send you with these letters?” +she asked as calmly as she could. +</p> +<p>“No, I brought them without telling him, because +it seemed the best thing to do.” +</p> +<p>“You knew what they said?” +</p> +<p>“I did,” Ida admitted. “They were open.” +</p> +<p>Clare noted her confession; but she must deal with +matters of much greater importance. +</p> +<p>“Then do you know why he kept the letters back?” +</p> +<p>Ida hesitated. If Clare were not the girl she +thought, she might, by appealing to her compassion, +supply her with a reason for giving Dick up, but if +this happened, it would be to his advantage in the +end. Still she did not think she was mistaken and +she must take the risk. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she said. “I feel that you ought to understand +his reasons; that is really why I came. It looks +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_343' name='page_343'></a>343</span> +as if you had not heard that shortly after he met your +father Dick fell down the steamer’s hold.” +</p> +<p>Clare made an abrupt movement and her face got +anxious. “Was he hurt?” +</p> +<p>“Very badly. He broke two ribs and the fever +he got soon afterwards stopped his getting better; but +that is not the worst. One of his eyes was injured, +and there is some danger that he may lose his sight.” +</p> +<p>It was plain that Clare had got a shock, for she sat +in a tense attitude and the color left her face; but Ida +saw that she had read her character right and taken +the proper course. Indeed, she wondered whether +she had not unnecessarily harrowed the girl’s feelings. +</p> +<p>“Now,” she resumed, “you understand why Dick +Brandon kept back the letters. It is obvious that he +loves you, but he is disfigured and may have to give +up his profession——” +</p> +<p>She stopped, for Clare’s face changed and her eyes +shone with a gentle light. +</p> +<p>“But what does that matter?” she exclaimed. +“He can’t think it would daunt me.” +</p> +<p>Ida rose, for she saw that she had said enough. +“Then perhaps you had better show him that you are +not afraid. If you will dine with us this evening at +the dam, you will see him. Jake will come for you +and bring you back.” +</p> +<p>When she left a few minutes later she had arranged +for the visit, and Clare sat still, overwhelmed with +compassionate gentleness and relief. Her father did +not blame Dick and there was no reason she should +harden her heart against him. He knew that she was +innocent, but he was tied by honorable scruples. +Well, since he would not come to her, she must go +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_344' name='page_344'></a>344</span> +to him, but she would do so with pride and not false +shame. It was clear that he loved her unselfishly. +By and by, however, she roused herself. As she was +going to him, there were matters to think about, and +entering the house she spent some time studying her +wardrobe and wondering what she would wear. +</p> +<p>That evening Dick sat on the veranda of his shack, +with a shaded lamp, which he had turned low, on the +table close by. His comrades were dining at Fuller’s +tent and he had been asked, but had made excuses although +he was well enough to go. For one thing, it +hurt him to sit in a strong light, though the oculist, +whom he had seen in the morning, spoke encouragingly +about his eye. Indeed, Dick had begun to think +that there was now no real danger of its having received +a permanent injury. For all that, he was listless +and depressed, because he had not got rid of the +fever and malaria is generally worse at night. He +had been cautioned not to read and his cigarette had +a bitter taste. There was nothing to do but wait until +Jake came home. Now he thought of it, Jake had accepted +his excuses rather easily. +</p> +<p>By and by, he heard the lad’s voice and footsteps +on the path. Jake was returning early and there was +somebody with him, but Dick wished they had left +him alone. He rose, however, as Ida came up the +steps and into the light, which did not carry far. Dick +imagined there was another person as well as Jake +in the shadow behind. +</p> +<p>“Jake brought me over to see his last sketches and +I’m going in to criticize them,” she said. “As you +couldn’t come to us, I’ve brought you a visitor, whom +you know.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_345' name='page_345'></a>345</span></p> +<p>Dick felt his heart beat as he saw Clare. She was +dressed in white, and the silver clasp gleamed against +a lavender band at her waist. It was significant that +she wore it, but he could not see her face clearly. +Then Ida beckoned Jake. +</p> +<p>“Come along; I want to look at the drawings.” +</p> +<p>They went into the house, and Dick made an effort +to preserve his self-control. Clare moved into the +light and he saw her color rise, though her eyes were +very soft. +</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you tell me you were ill?” she asked +with gentle reproach. +</p> +<p>He hesitated, trying to strengthen his resolution, +which he knew was breaking down, and Clare resumed: +</p> +<p>“Besides, I don’t think you should have kept that +letter back.” +</p> +<p>Dick instinctively pulled out the leather case, and +started as he saw there was nothing inside. +</p> +<p>“It’s gone. You have seen it?” he stammered. +</p> +<p>“I’ve seen them both,” Clare answered with a smile. +“Doesn’t this remind you of something? I’m afraid +you’re careless, Dick.” +</p> +<p>The color rushed into his face. “If you have seen +those letters, you know what a suspicious fool I’ve +been.” +</p> +<p>“That doesn’t matter. You’re convinced at last?” +Clare rejoined with a hint of pride. +</p> +<p>“In a sense, I always was convinced. If I’d seen +you take the wretched plans, I wouldn’t have held you +accountable. Because you took them, it couldn’t have +been wrong.” +</p> +<p>Clare blushed, but looked at him with shining eyes. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_346' name='page_346'></a>346</span> +“I wanted to hear you say it again. But it wasn’t +that letter—I mean the one about the plans—that +brought me.” +</p> +<p>Then the last of Dick’s self-control vanished and +with a half conscious movement he held out his hands. +Clare came forward and next moment she was in his +arms. +</p> +<p>Some time later he felt he must be practical and +said in a deprecatory tone: “But you must try to +understand what you are doing, dear, and the sacrifices +you must make. Things aren’t quite as bad as +they looked, but I can’t go home just yet and may +always be a poor engineer.” He indicated the galvanized-iron +shack. “You will have to live in a place +like this, and though I think my eye will get better, +there’s the scar on my face——” +</p> +<p>Clare gave him a quiet smiling glance. “That +doesn’t matter, Dick, and I never really had a home.” +She paused and added gently: “But I shall have one +now.” +</p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BRANDON OF THE ENGINEERS***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 25923-h.txt or 25923-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/5/9/2/25923">http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/9/2/25923</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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