Olivia was moved by his distress and put her hand gently on his arm.
"Oh, Kit, I"m sorry! But you"re not accountable. If it had been possible to save the men you would have brought them off."
Her sympathy thrilled him. He was highly strung, and although he tried for control he was carried away.
"The voyage was disastrous; all went wrong from the start," he said.
"You warned me and talked about bad luck, but I went. Perhaps I"m obstinate, but I think you knew why I did go."
Olivia turned her head and thought. She had known why he went, but it was plain the reserve he had used was gone. His control was broken and he would be frank. She liked him, but now he forced her to choose her line, she admitted this was all.
"I think you were rather ridiculous," she said, quietly looking up.
He tried to pull himself together, but could not. He had got a nasty knock.
"It looks like that!" he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice. "All the same, you knew my ambition and didn"t hint I was ridiculous!"
The blood came to Olivia"s skin and her eyes sparkled.
To some extent she felt Kit"s retort was justified, but she was modern and had pluck.
"I thought you lonely and we were pals," she said. "Did you expect me to warn you I didn"t want a lover?"
"If you had warned me it would not have cost you much. Perhaps I am dull, but sometimes I do understand. I thought I might, like Austin, mend my fortune; he held my post and married your sister. You knew, and I expect you were amused. The thing was a joke! Well, sometimes I saw I was a fool, but I wasn"t logical long. When you"re about one isn"t logical. I _meant_ to mend my fortune."
"Are you logical now?"
Kit laughed harshly. "Oh, yes; my rashness is plain enough! You had long since resolved to refuse me all I hadn"t the pluck to ask. Well, my luck is certainly not good. I have been refused before and in the meantime----"
She stopped him by a proud gesture. "You are breaking rules, Kit, and mustn"t talk like this again. When you are cool you will know you ought not. What have your love affairs to do with me?"
He gave her a steady look and his face got rather white. The dark bruise was plainer and the blood left his lips.
"My rules are the rules of the humble folk to whom I belong. All the same, I might have tried to use yours had I been my proper self. Well, perhaps I deserve some punishment. I"m poor and have no talent to help me along; I let Wolf use and cheat me like a schoolboy. Then, when I met you a few minutes since, I forgot about the men I"d lost. However, I"m going back to look for them and if I find them and some time get a proper job, we"ll talk about my rashness again. I"ll go to Don Pancho and state I mean to ask you to marry me. You"ll no doubt refuse, but my proposal will be regular, and to refuse an offer I"ve some right to make won"t humiliate you."
Olivia thought fatigue and strain accounted for much. He had got a bad knock, and she had hurt him worse. She was half sorry and half angry, but her anger was keenest against Mrs. Austin, who had sent him on board the ship.
"You are ridiculous, Kit," she said gently. "But if you are in trouble about Wolf and the men in Morocco, go to Jacinta. I think she ought to help. That"s all. You mustn"t keep me. The others are curious."
She rejoined the party at the band and Kit went on to Mrs. Austin"s. He agreed with Olivia, but did not stop where she stopped. Mrs. Austin _was going_ to help. When he reached the veranda she was talking to Mrs.
Jefferson, and n.o.body else was about. Kit remembered this was an evening on which she did not receive guests. She glanced at him with some surprise, noting his bruised face and disturbed look, and then indicated a chair.
"I don"t know that you"ll urge me to stop when you have heard my tale,"
he said. "However, is Mr. Austin or Mr. Jefferson at home?"
"Harry is at Teneriffe, and Jefferson has gone to Madeira."
"Then my luck is bad again," said Kit. "All the same, I"ve come to ask for something and meant to state that I expected your support. I meant to see you anyhow."
Mrs. Austin was surprised, but said nothing. Kit had not talked to her like this before. He was cool and very stern. Somehow he looked older and she wondered about the bruise.
"Very well," he resumed. "I met Miss Brown at the _alameda_ and understand you know Wolf is gone. I did not know until I arrived, but begin to see light. It"s possible his going did not surprise you. You knew he was a rogue!"
"You are taking much for granted," Mrs. Austin remarked quietly.
"Not at all," said Kit. "Your sister knew and warned me. People declare you"re the cleverest woman at Las Palmas."
Mrs. Austin pondered. If Olivia had warned Kit, it was possible the girl herself did not know as much as her elder sister had thought. About Betty, for example.
"Well?" she said.
"I"ll tell you my story," Kit replied, and narrated his adventures after landing the guns.
"I begin to see," Mrs. Austin remarked. Then, for her line of argument was sometimes not very obvious, she resumed: "You met Olivia not long since by the band?"
"That is so," Kit replied with some dryness. "All the same, you have no grounds to be disturbed; Miss Brown knows my drawbacks. In fact, when you persuaded Wolf to give me the post your meddling wasn"t necessary.
But you did get me the post, although you doubted Wolf. This is important!"
At Las Palmas Mrs. Austin was a great lady, and Kit had gratefully owned his debt to her. Now he took another line; a line that n.o.body she knew durst use. For all that she was sorry for Kit. He looked ill and worn; she saw that losing the men weighed hard on him.
"Suppose I admit I sent you to Wolf?" she said. "You feel you are ent.i.tled to blame me because your adventure was not fortunate?"
"Not at all; my object"s not to blame you," said Kit. "When I took the post I thought you kind. To find out that all you wanted was to get me away from Las Palmas hurt. However, we won"t bother about this----"
He paused. Mrs. Austin"s calm was beginning to embarra.s.s him. In fact, there was something very dignified about her quietness, although she admitted that her plotting had cost him much. Kit, however, braced himself.
"I meant to see you before I saw Mr. Austin," he resumed. "I"m going back for the men and must get a boat at once. If the Commandante knew I was going he wouldn"t let me sail, and he will know soon. _Cayman_"s ready for sea and you must lend me her."
Mrs. Austin smiled. "I don"t think your argument is altogether sound.
_Cayman_ belongs to my husband and Jefferson and they are away."
"All that"s Mr. Austin"s is yours, and Mrs. Jefferson is here."
"I imagine I can promise for my husband," Mrs. Jefferson remarked.
"Very well," said Mrs. Austin. "You may have the boat. I will give you a letter for the captain."
She went off, and Mrs. Jefferson turned to Kit. "Have you seen Betty?"
Kit started. He had forgotten Betty; he was again a fool. She would understand his troubles and would sympathise. He was persuaded she would agree he ought to go.
"I"d like to see her, but I cannot," he said. "We must sail at daybreak, and I have much to do. All I can think about is getting back to Africa.
But, if you will tell her why I didn"t go to the office----"
Mrs. Jefferson smiled. Betty had qualities, but Mrs. Jefferson doubted if she would approve Kit"s sending another to tell his tale. She said nothing, and Mrs. Austin presently returned and gave Kit an envelope.
"This is an order for the captain. Your adventure"s rash, and I really ought not to agree," she said. "For all that, I wish you luck!"
Kit thanked her and when he went down the steps Mrs. Austin looked at Mrs. Jefferson.