"Very well," he said. "Wait a few minutes."
He went along the arcade and stopping near the end looked back. The sailor had sat down on a bench and was lighting a cigarette. This looked as if he did not mind waiting, and Kit wondered whether it was worth while to disturb the president, who was occupied. He went on, however, and Alvarez signed him to sit down when he entered his room. After a minute or two, he put down the doc.u.ment he was reading to his secretary.
"Well," he said, "have you written your message for Captain Mayne?"
"It is here. The _Catalina"s_ mate is waiting."
Alvarez turned to the secretary. "My order was that the _patron_ should come."
"That is so, senor. I sent him word."
"The man told me his wife lived in the town and he was starting back,"
Kit interposed.
"The _patron_ has a house here," Alvarez replied. "We will see the man.
But first send an order to the guard to let n.o.body go out."
He waited for a minute after the secretary went off and then beckoned Kit, who followed him downstairs and into the arcade. When they reached it Kit stopped and Alvarez turned to him with a meaning smile. There was n.o.body on the bench.
"It looks as if my order was sent too late," Alvarez remarked. "You had better tell me exactly what happened?"
Kit complied and Alvarez sent for the guard and asked: "How did you know the sailor was the _Catalina"s_ mate?"
"He told me he was, senor. Afterwards, when Don Cristoval did not come back, he said it was not important and he would not wait."
Alvarez dismissed the man and shrugged as he turned to Kit. "The plotters are clever, but they made a mistake. The fellow was too modest; he ought to have said he was the _patron_. Well, we must try to find him, although I expect we are late. Now give me the message for Captain Mayne. It looks as if our antagonists knew its importance."
Kit gave him the envelope and went back to Adam"s room.
CHAPTER VII
ADAM RESUMES CONTROL
Although the shutters on the balcony window were open, no draught entered the small, bare room and the heat that soaked through the thick walls was nearly intolerable. There was not a sound in the presidio and a drowsy quietness brooded over the dazzling town. It was two o"clock in the afternoon, and the citizens were resting in their darkened houses until the sun got low and work and intrigue began again. Adam and Kit, however, had been talking for some time when the former, leaning back in a big cane chair, frowned at his nephew. His thin face was wet with sweat, but he shivered and his hands shook.
"You can quit arguing; I"ve got to go," he said. "I don"t get much better, anyhow, and can"t stand for lying off when there"s a big job to be done."
"I believe I could see the job through," Kit answered quietly.
Adam"s dull eyes sparkled. "You might; I guess you"re anxious to try your powers, but so long as I can get about I"m in command."
"It"s doubtful if you can get about," Kit insisted.
"I"m going to try. You"ll have a quiet mule ready when it"s getting dark, and I"ll ride out of town; then, if the saddle shakes me, I"ll go in a hammock. You can cut out your objections. The thing"s fixed."
"Very well," said Kit. "We had better make for Corrientes, since the point commands the port and the lagoon. Mayne will stop for an hour or two, looking for a signal, when he picks up his marks."
"We"ll start for the port and take the other track afterwards. There"s no use in telling the opposition where we"re going. I imagine they don"t know if the _Rio Negro_ has sailed or not."
"For that matter, we don"t know," Kit remarked.
"Oh, shucks!" Adam exclaimed. "Mayne understands what we"re up against and he"d pull out when he got your telegram. If he can"t use his damaged engine, he"ll disconnect and bring her along with the other." He stopped Kit with a frown. "If you"re going to tell me the _Rio Negro_ can"t steam across on one cylinder, you can cut it out. I"ve taught the men I put in charge that when a job"s needful it has got to be done."
He paused and when Kit said nothing, went on quietly: "Well, I reckon Galdar"s crowd will expect the boat to make for the port. It"s easier to land cargo there and there"s a better road. With good luck, we"ll have the goods delivered before they know she"s gone to the lagoon. Now you can go along and get busy."
Kit went away in a thoughtful mood. He agreed with Adam that secrecy and speed were essential, because if the rebels got a hint of their plans they might strike before Alvarez could ensure the loyalty of his troops by distributing their back pay. Much depended upon which party got in the first blow. In fact, if the guns and money reached the town before the rebels knew they were landed, Kit thought the president"s chance of winning was good. All the same, he imagined that Adam, whom the doctor had forbidden to get up, would run a dangerous risk.
At dusk a few barefooted soldiers paraded on the terrace, with two mules and three or four peons. Since it was impossible to evade the watchfulness of Galdar"s spies, Adam had resolved to set off openly and not to give them a hint that his journey had an important object by trying to hide it. He mounted awkwardly, with an obvious effort, and when he was in the saddle set his lips for a moment or two. Then he turned to Alvarez and smiled.
"I"m not a back-number yet, but it"s lucky the opposition don"t know how hard it was for me to get up."
Alvarez made a sign of understanding. "You must dismount as soon as possible. You are very staunch, my friend."
"I"ve got to make good. If everything is fixed, we"ll pull out."
"_Adios, senores_," said Alvarez, taking off his hat. "Much depends on you."
Somebody gave an order, there was a rattle of thrown-up rifles, a patter of naked feet, and the party moved away. Kit, turning after a few moments, looked back. He saw the long, straight building, pierced here and there by lights, rise against the orange sky, and the president"s tall figure, conspicuous in white clothes, in front of the arch. His attendants had vanished, he stood motionless, as if brooding, and Kit thought he looked pathetic and lonely. He afterwards remembered his glance at the old presidio.
They rode down a hot street. The moon had not risen and the place was dark except for the feeble gleam of an oil-lamp at a corner. The clatter of the mules" feet on the uneven stones echoed along the walls, and here and there indistinct figures looked out from shadowy doors. For the most part, the watchers let them pa.s.s in silence, and although Kit imagined news of their departure would travel fast, he was glad they pa.s.sed none of the lighted cafes and open squares. It would be hard to see who was riding the mules, and while Galdar"s spies would probably find out this would need time and time was important.
After leaving the streets, they followed the road to the port for some distance, and then turned into a track that wound along a dark hillside among clumps of trees. When they entered it, Adam stopped his mule and got down awkwardly.
"I"ve had about as much as I can stand for," he remarked, breathing hard.
"Looks as if we had got a start, but I reckon the other lot will try to track us to the port when the moon gets up."
Then with a sigh of relief he lay down in a hammock the peons had got ready, and when two of the latter took up the poles they went on again.
On the second night after leaving the presidio, Kit sat on the coaming of a small steam launch that lurched across the long undulations rolling in from the Caribbean. It had been blowing fresh, and although the wind had dropped the swell ran high. When the launch swung up, a vague, hazy smear rather suggested than indicated land astern; the sea ahead was dark, but in one place a faint reflection on the sky told that the moon would soon rise. Although the beach was some distance off, a dull monotonous rumble, pierced now and then by the clank of the launch"s engines, hinted at breaking surf. The furnace door was open and the red light touched Adam"s face as he sat, supported by a cushion, in a corner of the c.o.c.kpit. He looked very haggard and Kit thought him the worse for his journey.
"The light"s in my eyes, but there was nothing on the skyline a minute or two ago," Kit remarked. "It will be awkward if Mayne doesn"t get across.
You seem persuaded he"ll come."
"I know he"d start. We can"t tell what may have happened afterwards and there was more wind than I liked. He"ll be here on time, if he"s been able to keep the old boat off the ground."
"Time is getting short. I expect the rebels have found out we"re not at the port and Galdar will have the road watched when the news gets to the town. It might pay him to risk forcing a conflict if he could seize the convoy, and I"ll feel happier when the guns and money are off our hands.
It will be the president"s business to look after them then."
"That"s so," Adam agreed. "Our part of the job"s to land the goods and it"s unlucky the tides are small. There won"t be much water on the shoals and although we"ll have an extra few inches tomorrow, I don"t want Mayne to wait."
Kit pondered, for he had taken some soundings when coming out. They were probably not correct, because the launch had rolled among the white combers that swept the shoals while he used the lead, but the average depth was about the steamer"s draught in her usual trim. Mayne, however, ought to know what depth to expect, and Kit hoped he had loaded the vessel to correspond. By and by the mulatto fireman shut the furnace door, the puzzling light was cut off, and Kit searched the horizon. For some minutes, he saw nothing; and then a trail of red fire soared into the sky.
"He"s brought her across," said Adam. "Get our rocket off."