The doctor, who felt Adam"s pulse, made a sign of agreement, and then writing on a leaf of his pocketbook gave it to the president.
"Will you send that to my house? I need the things at once."
Alvarez moved away and Adam looked at Kit with a forced smile. "You needn"t be anxious, partner. I didn"t drink all the wine; reckon they haven"t got me yet."
Then they went out and left Adam with the doctor.
CHAPTER V
OLSEN"S OFFER
For a time, Kit wandered about the arcade, talking now and then to people he knew. The doctor had forbidden him to return to Adam"s room and the president said it was important the guests should not know that anything unusual had happened. Although Kit watched the stairs anxiously, n.o.body came down, but he saw the mayor-domo going quietly about and servants came and went on mysterious errands. When he looked out he found the sentries had been doubled on the terrace and one stopped when, for a few moments, Kit left the arch, but the soldier knew him and marched on.
While it was obvious that the waiter was being looked for, Kit thought the search had begun too late.
At length, Alvarez sent for him, and although his heart beat as he followed the messenger he felt some relief when he saw the president.
"I have good news," the latter said. "The doctor is no longer anxious and you may see your uncle in the morning. It looks as if Don Adam"s caution saved him."
"You mean when he refused the anisado?"
Alvarez nodded. "It is a strong-smelling liquor and one drinks a small quant.i.ty, taking water afterwards, if one wants. Don Adam knows the country, and after all my enemies have not much imagination. To offer him anisado was a rather obvious trick."
"I"m thankful they failed," Kit said sternly, and clenched his fist with sudden pa.s.sion. "If they had not--"
"One understands, Don Cristoval; I have felt like that when the plotters did not fail," Alvarez answered with grim sympathy. He was silent for a moment or two and Kit imagined he was thinking about his murdered son.
Then he resumed: "Well, we shall have a reckoning and it will be bad for the dogs when I send in my bill. But that must wait, and I would like you to dance. I see Senorita Sarmiento is not engaged and she dances well."
"I doubt if Dona Francisca would care to dance with me again."
"Ah," said Alvarez, "one should not be too modest! Francisca is a politician, but she is a woman. Perhaps you found she is not on my side?"
"I imagined she was not."
Alvarez shrugged. "Well, I do not fight with women, although they are sometimes dangerous. Try again, my friend. Just now we are all playing at make-believe."
Kit obeyed and found Francisca gracious. She danced with him and afterwards allowed him to sit by her. By and by she remarked: "I have not seen Senor Askew for some time."
"He was not very well," said Kit.
Francisca studied his face. "I hope his illness is not serious. I thought I saw Doctor Martin."
"Fever. My uncle gets it now and then."
"I think I warned you against our fevers," Francisca replied meaningly.
"There are two or three kinds, but all are not dangerous."
"Some are?" Kit suggested.
"Yes; to foreigners. We others take precautions and are acclimatized."
"Well," said Kit in a thoughtful voice, "I have not had fever yet, but I suppose an unacclimatized adventurer runs some risk."
Francisca played with her fan and Kit imagined she was pondering.
"A risk that leads to nothing is not worth while," she remarked. "I think it would be prudent if you left the country while you are well."
"I should be sorry if I thought you wanted me to go," said Kit.
"That is cheap, senor. I gave you good advice."
"Oh, well," said Kit, "I really think you did. There are matters about which we do not agree; but I believe you are too kind to let a rather ignorant antagonist get hurt."
Franciscans eyes twinkled as she rejoined: "I like the compliment better than the other. But I am engaged for the next dance and as you are intelligent there is not much more to be said."
Kit went away, thinking rather hard. The girl had some part in the intrigue against the president, and it would obviously be an advantage to her friends if he could be persuaded to leave the country now Adam was ill. Admitting this, he thought her warning sincere. On the whole, he liked Francisca Sarmiento and believed she did not want him to be hurt.
If Adam did not get much better and he had to look after things, he would certainly run some risk of a cunning attack by the president"s enemies.
When the guests began to leave, Kit went to his room and after some hours of broken sleep was told that Adam wanted him. He found Alvarez in the room and Adam lying, with a flushed face and wet forehead, in a big cane chair. When Kit came in Adam gave him a friendly smile and turned to Alvarez.
"If I"d taken that drink at a wineshop, I"d have deserved all I got," he said. "I allowed I was safe at the presidio."
"It is a stain on my hospitality for which somebody shall pay."
"That"s all right," said Adam; "you"re not accountable. Looks as if the other fellow was too smart for both of us; but I had a feeling I"d better stick to _tinto_ and _siphon_. You can generally taste anything suspicious in that mixture and I"ve been doped before. But, as I"m an American citizen and American influence is powerful, I didn"t expect they"d be bold enough to get after me."
Alvarez smiled. "Our climate is unhealthy, but if you had died and suspicion was excited, your countrymen would have made the president responsible. That would have been another embarra.s.sment and I have enough."
"Galdar"s friends are a cunning lot," Adam replied. "Well, I think your doctor has fixed me up for a time. What about your plans?"
"I had some talk with my supporters last night and we agreed to strike when the _Rio Negro"s_ cargo arrives. We need the guns and money to pay my troops, and when we get them we will arrest the leading conspirators.
This will start the revolution, but it will fail if my blow is struck before Galdar is ready."
"Yes," said Adam. "We can trust Mayne; he knows he"s got to hustle. I"ve fixed it for him to get the Spanish money at Havana and that will mean losing a day or two, but the old _Rio Negro_ can hit up a pretty good pace and Mayne won"t spare his coal. I reckon we"ll hear from him soon."
Adam stopped and Kit, seeing that it cost him an effort to talk, took the president away. They met the doctor on the stairs and Kit waited at the bottom until he came down. Senor Martin was a fat, dark-skinned, Spanish Creole.
"Your uncle is an obstinate man and will not take a hint," he remarked.
"I had some trouble to save him and he may not escape next time."
"Then you imagine there will be another time?"
Senor Martin shrugged expressively, "I am a doctor not a politician, but in this country much depends upon the risk of being found out. Senor Askew is old and not strong. One must pay for leading a strenuous life and he has had malaria for some years. He ought to remain in the North.
It is your business to persuade him, but do not disturb him yet."
"I will try," Kit said doubtfully. "You think it needful?"