"You are very modest, senor, if you are not rather dull. You have goods that would be useful to the new president, who has a rival he did not expect. Don Felix Munez has turned traitor, and there are people who support him in the coast province."
"Another president!" Kit exclaimed with a soft laugh, and then bowed to the girl. "I think you mean well. You have given me a useful hint and you have my thanks. I will be rash and tell you that Galdar shall not have the goods I brought."
Franciscans eyes got soft and a touch of color crept into her olive skin.
"One does not often meet a man who puts honor before money. _Adios, senor!_ I wish you well."
Then she turned to her companions, who presently left the table and soon afterwards Kit"s omelette was brought. While he ate, Olsen came in and sitting down opposite, lighted a cigarette.
"You"ll allow that the Buccaneer backed the wrong man," he said. "I warned you and reckon your obstinacy has cost you something."
"That is so," Kit agreed. "One must run risks in a business like this, but I don"t expect you to sympathize."
Olsen smiled. "I don"t pretend I"m not satisfied, but I can show you how to get some of your money back. I"ve learned much about you and Askew since we had our last talk, and am willing to buy part of the _Rio Negro"s_ cargo."
"You seem to know she has arrived?"
"Oh, yes; I knew some hours since. I"ve been looking out for you."
"To whom do you mean to sell the goods?" Kit asked.
"Does that matter?"
"Yes; it"s rather important."
"The important thing is you"ll get paid," Olsen rejoined.
Kit frowned. He imagined he could demand a high price, and now Alvarez was dead, there was perhaps no reason for refusing to bargain; but he did not mean to let Galdar have the goods. He thought Adam would not have done so, and he held the new president, to some extent, accountable for Adam"s last illness.
"The cargo is not for sale," he said.
"Oh, shucks!" Olsen exclaimed. "I reckon you want to put up the price."
"No," said Kit, rather grimly, "I don"t want to sell."
"Don"t be a fool. The man you backed is dead. You carried out your contract, and it doesn"t matter to him now who gets the truck."
"That"s true," Kit replied. "But I won"t help his rival."
Olsen looked hard at him and saw he was resolute. "Oh, well! If you"re determined, there"s no use in arguing! You"re something of a curiosity; I haven"t met a man like you before."
He went away and Kit ordered more wine, for he was thirsty after his long ride and had borne some strain. He had to wait for the wine, but had expected this since the cafe was crowded, and in the meantime he got up and looked across the street. n.o.body had meddled with the mule, which stood quietly by the railings with drooping head. Kit wondered where he could get it some food and if he could hire a fresh animal.
Then a waiter brought the wine and when he had drunk some and lighted a cigarette Kit, listening to the talk of the men at the next table, got a hint that threw some light on Olsen"s offer. Alvarez had used the vaults under the presidio for a munition store, and when he was dead the mayor-domo had blown up the building as the rebels forced their way in.
Now there was a new president in the field, it was obvious why Galdar wanted fresh supplies. This, however, was not important, and Kit drained his gla.s.s and then tried to rouse himself. He must look after the mule and if it was not fit for the journey get another animal.
He felt strangely reluctant to move; the fatigue he had for a time shaken off returned with puzzling suddenness and threatened to overpower him.
His head was very heavy, he could hardly hear the people talk, and every now and then his eyes shut. He could not keep them open, but after a few minutes he straightened his bent shoulders with a resolute jerk and clenched his fist. It was not fatigue that was mastering him; the wine was drugged. He had not noted a suspicious taste, but he was thirsty and the omelette was strongly flavored with garlic and red pepper.
Holding himself stiffly upright, he tried to think. Olsen had, no doubt, ordered the wine to be drugged, and his object was plain. He meant to prevent Kit reaching the lagoon until he had removed the cargo on the beach and tried to persuade Mayne to land the rest. Well, the plot would fail, and with an effort Kit got up and crossed the street.
He suspected that he was watched, but n.o.body tried to stop him and he mounted the mule.
The animal moved off at a better pace than he had hoped and he tried to brace himself. His head ached and his brain was very dull, but somehow he stuck to the saddle, and although he could hardly guide the mule the animal avoided the people in its way. After a time, the street became empty, the noise behind was fainter, and the houses were dark. n.o.body seemed to follow him and Kit began to hope he might be able to leave the town. He did not know what he would do then, and hardly imagined he could keep up the effort much longer. Perhaps, when he got away from the houses he could tie up the mule in a quiet place and rest.
When he rode down a rough track into open country he rocked in the saddle and would have fallen but for the high peak and big stirrups. The hillside was blurred; distorted objects that he thought were rocks and cactus lurched about in the elusive moonlight, and the sweat ran down his face as he fought against the drug. He knew it would conquer him, but he was going on as long as possible.
At length the mule stepped into a hole, Kit"s foot came out of the stirrup and he fell. For a moment or two, the mule dragged him along; then he got his other foot loose and for a time knew nothing more.
The moonlight was fading when he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying beside a clump of cactus. Indistinct objects moved along the road not far off and he heard the click of hoofs on stones. A mule train was pa.s.sing and was, no doubt, going to the lagoon. He could not get up and was glad he was in dark shadow. The muleteers had probably been told to look out for him and a blow from a heavy stone would prevent his interfering with the rebels" plans. The indistinct figures, however, went on and Kit relapsed into unconsciousness.
It was daylight when he wakened and saw a man bending over him. Kit was cold and wet with dew; his head ached horribly and he did not try to get up. His pistol was underneath him and if the fellow meant to kill him he could not resist.
"What do you want?" he asked.
The man said he had seen him lying there and imagined he was ill. Then he held out his hand and asked if Kit could get up. Kit was surprised when he found himself on his feet, although he swayed as he tried to keep his balance.
"I suppose you are a liberator?" he said dully.
The other clenched his dark fist. "No, senor! Those dogs, the _Galdareros_, are no friends of mine! But you were for the president; it was known in the town."
Kit admitted it. The fellow"s scornful denial was comforting and after some talk, walking with a painful effort, he went with him down the hill to a small mud house. A few minutes after he got there he went to sleep, but in the meantime the man had promised to help him to reach the lagoon.
He kept his promise, and before it was light next morning Kit dismounted on the sandy beach. There was no moon and mist drifted about the trees, but the water shone faintly and the tide was nearly full. The steamer loomed in the gloom and when Kit shouted there was a rattle of pulley blocks and a splash of oars. Ten minutes afterwards Mayne met him at the gangway and gave him his hand.
"It"s some relief to see you back," he said. "Finlay has his fires banked and can get steam to take us out in an hour or two."
Kit went with him to his room and sat down limply. He was covered with dust and wet with dew; his face was haggard and his eyes were dull.
"I"ll tell you about my adventures later," he said. "What about the cargo?"
"Some dagos came along with a mule train and loaded up part of the truck on the beach. They had an order that looked as if it had been signed by you, and as they were a pretty tough crowd and had their knives loose, I let them take the goods. When I studied the order I wasn"t sure about the hand and brought off all they had left. By and by another gang came along, but I refused to send a boat until I"d seen you."
"You were prudent," Kit remarked. "The order was forged. Let me see the mate"s cargo-lists."
He studied the book Mayne gave him and then pondered. Olsen had, no doubt, forged the order and Kit imagined he would have some trouble to get payment for the goods. The manufacturers might be persuaded to take back the rest of the cargo at something less than its proper price, but Kit thought the value of the munitions supplied to Alvarez would be lost.
The new president would certainly try to disown the debt. Kit, however, had known that Adam"s staunchness might cost him much, and something might, perhaps, be saved. He had had enough of the country, and as soon as he could straighten out the tangle in which the revolution had involved Adam"s business he was going back to Ashness.
"Heave your anchor when you"re ready," he said to Mayne. "We"ll call at Havana and then steam for New Orleans."
At high-water he stood on the bridge, watching the mangroves fade into the mist. Ahead, the sun was rising out of a smooth sea, the air was fresh, and Kit"s heart was lighter. He had done with plots and intrigue and was going back to Ashness and the quiet hills. At the same time, he felt a tender melancholy as he thought about the little church at Salinas and the marble cross in the sandy yard. Then he lifted his head and the melancholy vanished as he looked across the sparkling water. The clang of engines rose and fell with a measured beat and there was a noisy splashing at the bows. Bright streaks of foam eddied about the _Rio Negro"s_ side, and a long smoke cloud trailed astern as she steamed to the North.
PART III--KIT"S RETURN