CHAPTER IV
THE PRESIDENT"S BALL
Breakfast was over and Alvarez, sitting at a table in the arcade, smiled as he indicated the transformed patio. The broken pavement had been swept, the fountain scrubbed until the marble showed white veins, and the old bra.s.s rails of the balconies gleamed with yellow reflections where the sunshine fell. Small palms and flowering plants in tubs stood among the pillars, flags hung from crumbling cornices, and barefooted peons were fastening up colored lamps.
"When the people are discontented they must be amused," the president remarked. "In Rome, they gave them circuses and I had thought of a bull-fight. There is a Spanish quadrilla in Cuba but I found it would cost too much to bring the company across. Besides, I do not know if strong excitement would be good for the citizens."
"A ball is safer," Adam agreed. "While they have the function to talk about they"ll forget to plot."
"For a week, perhaps! Well, it ought to be some help, if your agents are prompt."
"They"re hustlers and know they"ve got to get busy. I expect the _Rio Negro_ back in fourteen days, and then it will be your business to rush her cargo up. Mule transport"s slow on your swamp tracks, and it"s perhaps unfortunate you didn"t give my friends the concession for the light railroad. You might have found it useful now."
Alvarez shrugged. "A railroad can be cut, and locomotives break down at awkward times when their drivers are bribed. Then, I have granted so many concessions that there is not much that foreigners think worth getting left in the country. One must keep something to bargain with."
"Governing a people like yours is an expensive job. However, since they make it expensive, they oughtn"t to grumble if you tax them high."
"They do not always pay the taxes," Alvarez rejoined with a twinkle. "If they run me out, they will probably disown their debts, and then there will be trouble with the foreigners. Still, that is not very important, because I shall be gone and the Americans will not let the others"
consuls use much pressure. The speculators understand the risks."
"That"s so," said Adam and added meaningly: "Some of the speculators are American."
Alvarez put his finely-shaped hand on Adam"s arm. "My friend, if it is possible, you will be paid. If not, it will be because I am dead."
"I know," said Adam. "I"m not scared to take chances and when they go against me I don"t grumble. Anyhow, time is important and if you work this ball properly it ought to give us another week. You"ll get the money for your soldiers shortly afterwards and Mayne will land your guns."
The president"s dark face softened and he smiled.
"I know whom I can trust," he said and went away.
"If it"s possible for a half-breed to be an honest man, Don Hernando meets the bill," Adam remarked. "Anyhow, he"s a better president than these folks deserve, and they"ll be blamed fools if they turn him down."
He was silent for a few moments and then resumed: "I gave you a share in my business, Kit, and now, if you are willing, I"ll buy you out."
"But I"m quite satisfied; I"d much sooner stick to our agreement," Kit said with surprise.
"Well, I guess you"re rash. Your share isn"t large but it would go some way to buy an English farm. Raising Herdwick sheep is a pretty tame occupation, but I reckon it"s safer than backing Alvarez."
Kit thought hard and imagined he saw Adam"s object. "Of course," he said, "if you want to get rid of me--"
"I don"t know that I"m keen. You"re some help, but you came out to forget the girl in England, and not to stay. Well, if you mean to go, now"s your time."
"The trouble is I haven"t forgotten her," Kit answered quietly.
Adam"s eyes twinkled. "If you go home, you may get her, and I allow she"s probably worth the effort, but you"re not going to side-track me like that. If you quit now, I can buy you out and you"ll have something to help you make another start; afterwards I mayn"t be able. You needn"t hesitate about taking the money; I guess you"ve earned it."
"I suspected where you were leading. Still you see, I"d sooner stay. For one thing, I hate leaving an awkward job half finished. You"re beginning to feel the job is bigger than you thought it was when you undertook it?"
"It certainly is," Adam agreed. "However, since you insist, I"ll talk plain. Alvarez has no claim on you, although he has a claim on me, and I pay my debts. The last to fall due is going to strain my finances, but it must be paid, a hundred cents for every dollar. All the same, the liability is not yours. There"s no reason why you shouldn"t pull out while you"re safe."
Kit shook his head. "I see a reason. I don"t know if it"s sound, but after all one"s self-respect is worth something."
"Oh, well!" said Adam, "we won"t quarrel. You"re very like Peter and he"s the staunchest man I know."
He got up and when he went off, Kit, feeling somewhat moved, lighted a cigarette and smoked thoughtfully. It looked as if Adam did not think the president would win, but for all that meant to stand by him. Although not fastidious about his business methods, Adam had his code and was not afraid, when friendship demanded it, to fight for a lost cause. Moreover, Kit meant to fight with him. Then he got up and smiled. Adam meant well, but he was clumsy; if he had wanted to save Kit from sharing his risk, he might have made a better plan.
When evening came Kit entered the arcade and sat down in a quiet spot to look about. The moon was nearly full and flooded half the patio with silver light; the rest was in shadow and rows of colored lamps twinkled in the gloom. A band played behind the pillars, the rattle of castanets breaking in on the tinkle of the guitars when the beat was sharply marked. The music was seductive, unlike any Kit had heard in England, and he thought it tinged by the melancholy the Moors had brought, long since, from the East to Spain.
At one end of the patio, groups of young men and women moved through the changing figures of an old Spanish dance. Their poses were strangely graceful, and some had a touch of stateliness. This vanished when the music changed and the well-balanced figures, raising bent arms, danced with riotous abandon. In a minute or two the melancholy note was struck again and the movements were marked by dignified reserve. Kit got a hint of Southern pa.s.sion and, by contrast, of the austerity that often goes with Indian blood.
In the meantime, he noted the play of moving color, for the women wore white and pink and yellow. Some had flowers in their dark hair and some covered their heads with a lace mantilla. The men"s clothes were varied, for a number wore shabby uniforms, and others white linen with red silk sashes, while a few had chosen the plain black, and wide sombrero, of the Spanish don.
At the other end of the patio, portly senoras with powdered faces sat among the pillars, and grave, dark-skinned citizens moved about the pavement in talking groups. A heavily-built man with a very swarthy color and thick lips went to and fro among them, bowing and smiling, and Kit knew this was Galdar, the president"s rival. Kit did not like the fellow and thought his negro strain was marked. He looked sensual, cruel, and cunning. For the most part, the president stood outside the crowd, although now and then a group formed about him. He was tall and thin, his face was inscrutable, and Kit thought he looked lonely and austere.
By and by an officer Kit had met told him he must dance and took him along the arcade. The officer stopped where two girls sat under a string of lamps, with a man in black clothes and a fat old woman behind. At first, Kit could not see them well, but when they got up he started as he recognized the girl who had dropped the flower. Then he tried to hide his embarra.s.sment as he was presented to Senorita Francisca Sarmiento. She was handsomer than he had thought and as she made him a stately curtsey her eyes twinkled.
Kit imagined the other girl studied him carefully and wondered whether she knew about the flower. It was, however, his duty to ask the senorita to dance, and after a few moments they crossed the pavement. Kit had some misgivings, because the dance was involved and one used a number of different steps, but the girl guided him through its intricacies and when he took her back signed him to sit down. He obeyed, for Francisca Sarmiento had an imperious air. Other young men came up when the music began again, but pa.s.sed on, and Kit imagined the girl had made them understand they were to do so since one or two frowned at him.
"Well," she said, looking at him across her fan, "how do you like this country?"
"It has many attractions," Kit replied.
"But some drawbacks?"
"The drawbacks are not very obvious now."
"Ah," she said, giving him a mocking glance, "for an Englishman, you are polite, but it looks as if you were as cautious as I thought."
"I"m flattered that you thought about me at all." Kit rejoined.
She laughed and played with her fan. "Oh, well; we are curious about strangers, particularly when they are friends of the president"s. One wonders why they come."
"I imagine most of us come to get money."
"In this country, one gets nothing unless one runs some risk, and you are cautious," Francisca remarked.
Kit noted her insistence on this trait of his. He thought her remarks had a meaning that did not appear on the surface.
"I wonder what grounds you have for thinking so," he said.
"Are they not obvious?" she answered. "Not long since you hesitated to pick up a sprig of heliotrope."
"I durst not think the compliment was meant for me."
Francisca glanced at him with quiet amus.e.m.e.nt. "You are modest, senor; it looks as if you had a number of virtues. For one thing, I imagine you are honest, and honesty is not very common here." She paused and resumed in a meaning tone: "It is a drawback, if one wants to get rich."