The people were cheering him from every part of the square. Women waved their hands from balconies and housetops, and men climbed to awnings and lampposts and shouted his name. The officers and men of the landing party took note of him and of this reception out of the corner of their eyes, and wondered.
"And what had I better do?" asked the commanding officer.
"Oh, I would police the Palace grounds, if I were you, and picket that street at the right, where there are so many wine shops, and preserve order generally until Rojas gets here. He won"t be more than an hour, now. We shall be coming over to pay our respects to your captain to-morrow. Glad to have met you."
"Well, I"m glad to have met you," answered the officer, heartily.
"Hold on a minute. Even if you haven"t worn our uniform, you"re as good, and better, than some I"ve seen that have, and you"re a sort of a commander-in-chief, anyway, and I"m d.a.m.ned if I don"t give you a sort of salute."
Clay laughed like a boy as he swung himself into the saddle. The officer stepped back and gave the command; the middies raised their swords and Clay pa.s.sed between ma.s.sed rows of his countrymen with their muskets held rigidly toward him. The housetops rocked again at the sight, and as he rode out into the brilliant sunshine, his eyes were wet and winking.
The two boys had drawn up at his side, but MacWilliams had turned in the saddle and was still looking toward the Palace, with his hand resting on the hindquarters of his pony.
"Look back, Clay," he said. "Take a last look at it, you"ll never see it after to-day. Turn again, turn again, Dictator of Olancho."
The men laughed and drew rein as he bade them, and looked back up the narrow street. They saw the green and white flag of Olancho creeping to the top of the mast before the Palace, the blue-jackets driving back the crowd, the gashes in the walls of the houses, where Mendoza"s cannonb.a.l.l.s had dug their way through the stucco, and the silk curtains, riddled with bullets, flapping from the balconies of the opera-house.
"You had it all your own way an hour ago," MacWilliams said, mockingly.
"You could have sent Rojas into exile, and made us all Cabinet Ministers--and you gave it up for a girl. Now, you"re Dictator of Olancho. What will you be to-morrow? To-morrow you will be Andrew Langham"s son-in-law--Benedict, the married man. Andrew Langham"s son-in-law cannot ask his wife to live in such a hole as this, so--Goodbye, Mr. Clay. We have been long together."
Clay and Langham looked curiously at the boy to see if he were in earnest, but MacWilliams would not meet their eyes.
"There were three of us," he said, "and one got shot, and one got married, and the third--? You will grow fat, Clay, and live on Fifth Avenue and wear a high silk hat, and some day when you"re sitting in your club you"ll read a paragraph in a newspaper with a queer Spanish date-line to it, and this will all come back to you,--this heat, and the palms, and the fever, and the days when you lived on plantains and we watched our trestles grow out across the canons, and you"ll be willing to give your hand to sleep in a hammock again, and to feel the sweat running down your back, and you"ll want to chuck your gun up against your chin and shoot into a line of men, and the policemen won"t let you, and your wife won"t let you. That"s what you"re giving up.
There it is. Take a good look at it. You"ll never see it again."
XV
The steamer "Santiago," carrying "pa.s.sengers, bullion, and coffee," was headed to pa.s.s Porto Rico by midnight, when she would be free of land until she anch.o.r.ed at the quarantine station of the green hills of Staten Island. She had not yet shaken off the contamination of the earth; a soft inland breeze still tantalized her with odors of tree and soil, the smell of the fresh coat of paint that had followed her coaling rose from her sides, and the odor of spilt coffee-grains that hung around the hatches had yet to be blown away by a jealous ocean breeze, or washed by a welcoming cross sea.
The captain stopped at the open entrance of the Social Hall. "If any of you ladies want to take your last look at Olancho you"ve got to come now," he said. "We"ll lose the Valencia light in the next quarter hour."
Miss Langham and King looked up from their novels and smiled, and Miss Langham shook her head. "I"ve taken three final farewells of Olancho already," she said: "before we went down to dinner, and when the sun set, and when the moon rose. I have no more sentiment left to draw on.
Do you want to go?" she asked.
"I"m very comfortable, thank you," King said, and returned to the consideration of his novel.
But Clay and Hope arose at the captain"s suggestion with suspicious alacrity, and stepped out upon the empty deck, and into the encompa.s.sing darkness, with a little sigh of relief.
Alice Langham looked after them somewhat wistfully and bit the edges of her book. She sat for some time with her brows knitted, glancing occasionally and critically toward King and up with unseeing eyes at the swinging lamps of the saloon. He caught her looking at him once when he raised his eyes as he turned a page, and smiled back at her, and she nodded pleasantly and bent her head over her reading. She a.s.sured herself that after all King understood her and she him, and that if they never rose to certain heights, they never sank below a high level of mutual esteem, and that perhaps was the best in the end.
King had placed his yacht at the disposal of Madame Alvarez, and she had sailed to Colon, where she could change to the steamers for Lisbon, while he accompanied the Langhams and the wedding party to New York.
Clay recognized that the time had now arrived in his life when he could graduate from the position of manager-director and become the engineering expert, and that his services in Olancho were no longer needed.
With Rojas in power Mr. Langham had nothing further to fear from the Government, and with Kirkland in charge and young Langham returning after a few months" absence to resume his work, he felt himself free to enjoy his holiday.
They had taken the first steamer out, and the combined efforts of all had been necessary to prevail upon MacWilliams to accompany them; and even now the fact that he was to act as Clay"s best man and, as Langham a.s.sured him cheerfully, was to wear a frock coat and see his name in all the papers, brought on such sudden panics of fear that the fast-fading coast line filled his soul with regret, and a wilful desire to jump overboard and swim back.
Clay and Hope stopped at the door of the chief engineer"s cabin and said they had come to pay him a visit. The chief had but just come from the depths where the contamination of the earth was most evident in the condition of his stokers; but his chin was now cleanly shaven, and his pipe was drawing as well as his engine fires, and he had wrapped himself in an old P. & O. white duck jacket to show what he had been before he sank to the level of a coasting steamer. They admired the clerk-like neatness of the report he had just finished, and in return he promised them the fastest run on record, and showed them the portrait of his wife, and of their tiny cottage on the Isle of Wight, and his jade idols from Corea, and carved cocoanut gourds from Brazil, and a picture from the "Graphic" of Lord Salisbury, tacked to the part.i.tion and looking delightedly down between two highly colored lithographs of Miss Ellen Terry and the Princess May.
Then they called upon the captain, and Clay asked him why captains always hung so much lace about their beds when they invariably slept on a red velvet sofa with their boots on, and the captain ordered his Chinese steward to mix them a queer drink and offered them the choice of a six months" acc.u.mulation of paper novels, and free admittance to his bridge at all hours. And then they pa.s.sed on to the door of the smoking-room and beckoned MacWilliams to come out and join them. His manner as he did so bristled with importance, and he drew them eagerly to the rail.
"I"ve just been having a chat with Captain Burke," he said, in an undertone. "He"s been telling Langham and me about a new game that"s better than running railroads. He says there"s a country called Macedonia that"s got a native prince who wants to be free from Turkey, and the Turks won"t let him, and Burke says if we"ll each put up a thousand dollars, he"ll guarantee to get the prince free in six months.
He"s made an estimate of the cost and submitted it to the Russian Emba.s.sy at Washington, and he says they will help him secretly, and he knows a man who has just patented a new rifle, and who will supply him with a thousand of them for the sake of the advertis.e.m.e.nt. He says it"s a mountainous country, and all you have to do is to stand on the pa.s.ses and roll rocks down on the Turks as they come in. It sounds easy, doesn"t it?"
"Then you"re thinking of turning professional filibuster yourself?"
said Clay.
"Well, I don"t know. It sounds more interesting than engineering.
Burke says I beat him on his last fight, and he"d like to have me with him in the next one--sort of young-blood-in-the-firm idea--and he calculates that we can go about setting people free and upsetting governments for some time to come. He says there is always something to fight about if you look for it. And I must say the condition of those poor Macedonians does appeal to me. Think of them all alone down there bullied by that Sultan of Turkey, and wanting to be free and independent. That"s not right. You, as an American citizen, ought to be the last person in the world to throw cold water on an undertaking like that. In the name of Liberty now?"
"I don"t object; set them free, of course," laughed Clay. "But how long have you entertained this feeling for the enslaved Macedonians, Mac?"
"Well, I never heard of them until a quarter of an hour ago, but they oughtn"t to suffer through my ignorance."
"Certainly not. Let me know when you"re going to do it, and Hope and I will run over and look on. I should like to see you and Burke and the Prince of Macedonia rolling rocks down on the Turkish Empire."
Hope and Clay pa.s.sed on up the deck laughing, and MacWilliams looked after them with a fond and paternal smile. The lamp in the wheelhouse threw a broad belt of light across the forward deck as they pa.s.sed through it into the darkness of the bow, where the lonely lookout turned and stared at them suspiciously, and then resumed his stern watch over the great waters.
They leaned upon the rail and breathed the soft air which the rush of the steamer threw in their faces, and studied in silence the stars that lay so low upon the horizon line that they looked like the harbor lights of a great city.
"Do you see that long line of lamps off our port bow?" asked Clay.
Hope nodded.
"Those are the electric lights along the ocean drive at Long Branch and up the Rumson Road, and those two stars a little higher up are fixed to the mast-heads of the Scotland Lightship. And that ma.s.s of light that you think is the Milky Way, is the glare of the New York street lamps thrown up against the sky."
"Are we so near as that?" said Hope, smiling. "And what lies over there?" she asked, pointing to the east.
"Over there is the coast of Africa. Don"t you see the lighthouse on Cape Bon? If it wasn"t for Gibraltar being in the way, I could show you the harbor lights of Bizerta, and the terraces of Algiers shining like a cafe chantant in the night."
"Algiers," sighed Hope, "where you were a soldier of Africa, and rode across the deserts. Will you take me there?"
"There, of course, but to Gibraltar first, where we will drive along the Alameda by moonlight. I drove there once coming home from a mess dinner with the Colonel. The drive lies between broad white bal.u.s.trades, and the moon shone down on us between the leaves of the Spanish bayonet. It was like an Italian garden. But he did not see it, and he would talk to me about the Watkins range finder on the lower ramparts, and he puffed on a huge cigar. I tried to imagine I was there on my honeymoon, but the end of his cigar would light up and I would see his white mustache and the glow on his red jacket, so I vowed I would go over that drive again with the proper person. And we won"t talk of range finders, will we?
"There to the North is Paris; your Paris, and my Paris, with London only eight hours away. If you look very closely, you can see the thousands of hansom cab lamps flashing across the asphalt, and the open theatres, and the fairy lamps in the gardens back of the houses in Mayfair, where they are giving dances in your honor, in honor of the beautiful American bride, whom every one wants to meet. And you will wear the finest tiara we can get on Bond Street, but no one will look at it; they will only look at you. And I will feel very miserable and tease you to come home."
Hope put her hand in his, and he held her finger-tips to his lips for an instant and closed his other hand upon hers.
"And after that?" asked Hope.
"After that we will go to work again, and take long journeys to Mexico and Peru or wherever they want me, and I will sit in judgment on the work other chaps have done. And when we get back to our car at night, or to the section house, for it will be very rough sometimes,"--Hope pressed his hand gently in answer,--"I will tell you privately how very differently your husband would have done it, and you, knowing all about it, will say that had it been left to me, I would certainly have accomplished it in a vastly superior manner."
"Well, so you would," said Hope, calmly.
"That"s what I said you"d say," laughed Clay. "Dearest," he begged, "promise me something. Promise me that you are going to be very happy."