"I--I"d forgotten that. Then let"s pretend to be poor. Think how our neighbors would talk about that pretty Mrs. O"Reilly on the fourth floor, and her magnificent jewels. They"d swear I was a smuggler."
As the evening lengthened and the boat forged steadily ahead the two sat murmuring happily. Forward, another bride and groom were similarly engaged. Branch and Jacket took turns bailing.
It proved to be a long, long night, for the boat, though roomy, was uncomfortable. O"Reilly steered as straight a course as he could without compa.s.s, but toward morning he saw that the sky was growing overcast and his apprehensions stirred anew. Daylight brought an increased breeze which heeled the boat further. She made better speed, but she likewise took more water through her seams and it became necessary to lend Leslie and Jacket a hand with the bailing. The deep channel was far behind now, and they were on the shallow Bahama Banks; beneath them they could glimpse beds of sponges, patches of coral, white bottom with occasional forests of brilliant-hued sea fans. The horizon still remained vacant and the tip of Andros lay far to the north.
Fortunately the haze was not thick enough to wholly obscure the sun and so O"Reilly was enabled to hold his course. But he did not like the look of things.
By ten o"clock the sea was tumbling and the worm-eaten hulk was laboring. It became necessary to shorten sail. Soon the bottom of the boat was awash and Esteban lay in a pool of brine. Even when the girls helped to dip it out they could not lower its level. The wind freshened steadily; all hands worked desperately, wet to the skin.
In time there came a spiteful drizzle which completely hid the sun and left no indication of the course except the direction whence drove the rain.
No one spoke now. Even Esteban lay silent, shivering miserably upon his sodden bed. In obedience to O"Reilly"s command Jacket flung overboard all but a half-dozen of the remaining cocoanuts. Rosa finally straightened her aching back and smiled at her husband.
"Are we going down?" she asked.
"Oh no! This is merely a squall," he told her, with an a.s.sumption of confidence he was far from feeling.
Johnnie tried to reason himself into a more hopeful frame of mind. He a.s.sured himself that he and his companions had survived too many perils to become the prey of an idle breeze like this; he argued that no fate could be so cruel as to cheat them when they were so close to safety.
But this manful effort brought him little comfort in the face of the chilling rain and with the whitecaps curling higher.
Deliverance came suddenly, and from the least-expected quarter. Out of the mist to starboard there materialized a shape, a schooner driving ahead of the wind. The refugees descried her simultaneously and stood ankle deep in the wash, waving their hats and their calabashes, and shouting crazily until she saw them and fetched up.
Intense thanksgiving, a melting relief, robbed O"Reilly of half his strength; his hands were shaking, his muscles weak; he could barely bring his craft alongside. He saw black faces staring down, he heard cries of amazement and surprised inquiries, then a heaving-line came aboard and the leaky tub was drawn close.
There was a babble of voices, shouted questions, hysterical answers.
Rosa was weeping softly; Norine had lifted Esteban and now clutched him tight, while her tears fell upon his face.
The schooner was a sponger bound for Na.s.sau; its blackbird crew spoke English and they willingly helped the strangers overside, laughing and shouting in a child-like display of excitement. How firm, how grateful was the feel of that stout deck! How safe the schooner"s measured roll!
O"Reilly"s knees gave way, he clutched with strained and aching fingers at the rigging to support himself, leaving Branch and Jacket to tell the surprising story of their presence here. Soon there was hot food and coffee, dry beds and blankets for those who needed them.
Johnnie tucked his bride snugly into one of the hard berths, then stooped and kissed her. Rosa"s teeth were chattering, but she smiled happily.
"G.o.d"s hand directed us," she said. "One only needs to pray long enough and strong enough and He will hear."
It was a month later. Quaint old Na.s.sau lay dozing under an afternoon sun. Its wide sh.e.l.l streets, its low houses, the beach against which it crowded, were dazzling white, as if the town had been washed clean, then spread out to bleach. Upon the horizon Jay tumbled, foamy cloud ma.s.ses, like froth blown thither from the scene of the cleansing. A breeze caused the surface of the harbor to dance and dimple merrily, the sound of laughter came from the water-front where barefoot spongers and fishermen were busy with their boats and gear.
Robust negresses with deep bosoms and rolling hips balanced baskets and trays upon their heads and stood gossiping with one another or exchanging shouts with their men across the water. There was noise here, but the town as a whole was somnolent, peaceful. It sprawled beside the sea like a lazy man lost in day dreams and lulled by the lapping surf and the hum of insects.
Up from the beach came O"Reilly and his youthful alter ego, Jacket.
They were clad in clean white clothes; a month of rest had done them good. Jacket was no longer wizened; he was plump and sleek and as full of mischief as a colt, while O"Reilly"s leanness had disappeared and he filled his garments as a man should. They had spent the day fishing on the reefs and now bore home the choicest part of their catch.
They turned in through a picket gate and up a walk flanked by flower-beds and outlined between rows of inverted gla.s.s bottles set side by side, the Bahama idea of neatness and beauty. At the end of the walk stood a cottage with wide porches hidden beneath jasmine and honeysuckle and morning-glory vines.
O"Reilly"s eyes were shining with antic.i.p.ation; he yodeled loudly. But there was no need for him to advertise his return, for at the first click of the gate-latch a figure had started from the fragrant bower and now came flying to meet him.
"Look, Rosa!" Jacket lifted the heavy string of fish. "We had stupendous luck." But Rosa was in her husband"s arms and neither she nor O"Reilly had eyes for anything but each other.
"You were gone for ages," pouted the bride.
"You missed me, eh?"
"See! I caught the biggest ones, as usual," Jacket boasted. "I"m a skilful fisherman and I talk to my hook, but O"Reilly sits dreaming about somebody while the little crabs eat all his bait." When this evoked no notice the boy shrugged in disgust and went on around the house, muttering: "Caramba! You"d think they"d get sick of so much billing and cooing. But no! I have to steal him away and take him swimming or fishing if I want a word alone with him. And the others are just as bad--another pair of pigeons. It"s like living in a dove-cote."
Rosa, too, had vastly changed. She was clad in a charming little muslin dress, there were dimples in her cheeks, she wore a heavy Mardchal Neil bud at her breast. O"Reilly held her off and devoured her with his eyes.
"Sweetheart, you grow fresher and more beautiful every hour," said he.
Rosa danced upon her toes, and tugged at him. "But come quickly and see the surprise we have. I"ve been wild for your return, so hurry." She led him swiftly up the steps, and there, standing beside a chair, was Esteban Varona. "He dressed himself and walked out here alone. HE"S WELL!"
"Esteban! Really--"
The brother nodded decisively. "It"s true. I rebelled at last.
To-morrow I"ll walk to the gate and the next day we"ll go fishing."
"Jove! How splendid!"
"Why, I"m as firm on my feet as a rock."
Norine emerged through one of the French windows and explained: "He took advantage of me while I was gone for the mail, and now he"s quite out of control. Here"s a letter from Leslie, by the way. He"s home and has a position and hopes we"ll follow soon. There"s one bit of news; he says the talk of intervention increases and he may have to return to Cuba as a war correspondent. Fancy! He"s deathly frightened at the prospect."
"Intervention! That would be fine," Esteban cried. O"Reilly nodded.
"Oh, it"s bound to come, and when Uncle Sam takes hold Cuba will be free."
Norine agreed: "I"m sure of it. And then--we"ll all go back to our rainbow"s end and dig for that pot of gold."
Esteban turned adoring eyes upon the speaker; he took her hand in his.
"I"ve found my rainbow"s end," said he.
"And I"ve found mine," O"Reilly a.s.serted. "I"ve gained your father"s treasure, and more--I"ve found the prize of all the Indies." With his arm about Rosa he drew her into the house.
Esteban lowered himself into his chair and Norine rested herself upon its arm. He lay back with eyes closed. From the regions at the rear came the voice of Jacket. The boy was in a declamatory mood. He had gathered an audience, as was his daily custom, and was addressing them in English:
"I skilled more"n a dozen Spaniards at Pino Bravo. It was my day. By rights I should have been made a general, but--"
THE END