"I got it for the very purpose. It would pay us to h"invest some money on the "fish number.""
"Nonsense! I don"t believe in dreams. You say yourself they are false."
"Never such a dream as this, boss. It was very vivid."
"I"ve got no money."
Allan folded the paper disconsolately and thrust it into his pocket. "It is fartunate h"indeed," said he, "that you will be working soon, Master h"Auntony. And those P. R. R. was very fartunate also for getting you to h"accept a position, very fartunate h"indeed."
"Do you think I will raise the standard of efficiency?"
"Most of those railroad persons are vile people. They threw me h"off the train with such violence that my joints are very stiff and h"inflamed. I should h"enjoy being boss over them for a while."
"Why don"t you ask for a job?"
"I have decided to do so, and I am asking you now for an h"engagement as brakesman."
"I can"t hire you. Go to the office."
"Probably there are h"already brakesmen on your train."
"I have no doubt."
"In that case I shall ride with you as private person."
"Ride back and forth every day?"
"Those are my h"expectations, sar."
"That costs money."
"You will be collector," remarked the negro, calmly. "I should like to see those train people h"expel me, in that case."
"Well! I can see trouble ahead for one of us," laughed Anthony.
"They don"t allow "dead-heads.""
But Allan replied with unshaken confidence: "Then you should secure for me a pahss."
Kirk found it extremely difficult to escape from his persistent shadow that afternoon, and he succeeded only after a display of armed resistance.
It was the hottest part of the day when he set out, gun on arm, yet he never thought of the discomfort. After skirting the city, he swung into the fine macadam road that had brought him home the night before, and much sooner than he expected he arrived at the little path that led into the forest. He knew that he was trespa.s.sing again, and the knowledge added to his delight. As quickly as possible he lost himself in the grateful shade and followed the stream-bank with beating heart. His head was full of vague hopes and plans. He meant to learn the true story of Miss Chiquita"s penance and find some means of winning her away from that other lover, of whom he had already thought more than once.
He determined to make his love known without delay and establish himself as a regular suitor.
As upon the previous day, he broke into the glade before he suspected its presence, to find the same golden light-beams flickering in the shadowed depths and to hear the little waterfall chuckling at his surprise. There was the tree from which she had called to him, yonder the bench where they had sat together.
Of course, he was too early--he wanted to be, in order not to miss an instant of her company, so he seated himself and dreamed about her. The minutes dragged, the jungle drowsed. An hour pa.s.sed. A thousand fresh, earthy odors breathed around him, and he began to see all sorts of flowers hidden away in unsuspected places. From the sunlit meadows outside came a sound of grazing herds, the deep woods faintly echoed the harsh calls of tropic birds, but at the pool itself a sleepy silence brooded.
Once a chattering squirrel came bravely rustling through the branches to the very edge of the enchanted bower, but he only sat and stared a moment in seeming admiration, then retreated quietly.
A yellow-beaked toucan, in a flash of red and black and gold, settled upon a mirrored limb; but it, too, stilled its raucous tongue and flitted away on noiseless pinions as if the Naiads were asleep.
In the moist earth beside the bench Anthony saw the print of a dainty boot, no longer than his palm, and he promptly fell into a rhapsody. What tiny hands and feet she had, to be sure, and such a sweetly melancholy face! Yet she was anything but grave and gloomy. Why, the sunlight dancing on that waterfall was no more mischievous and merry than she. The slight suggestion of sadness she conveyed was but the shadow of the tropic mystery or the afterglow of the tragedy that had played so large a part in this country"s history. The fact that she was half American perhaps accounted for her daring, yet, whatever the other strain, it could not be ign.o.ble. Mrs. Cortlandt"s figure of the silver threads in a rotting altar-cloth recurred to him with peculiar force.
But why didn"t she come? A sudden apprehension overtook him, which grew and grew as the afternoon wore away.
It was a very miserable young man who wandered out through the fragrant path, as the first evening shadows settled, and bent his dejected steps toward the city. Evidently something had occurred to prevent her keeping her tryst, but he determined to return on the morrow, and then if she did not come to follow that other path right up to the house, where he would risk everything for a word with her. He wondered if she had stayed away purposely to test him, and the thought gave him a thrill. If so, she would soon learn that he was in earnest; she would find him waiting there every afternoon and--after all, why confine himself to the afternoon when she was just as likely to appear in the morning? He resolved to go hunting earlier hereafter, and give the whole day to it. Meanwhile, he would make cautious inquiries.
It was considerably after dark when he reached the hotel, and his friends had dined; but he encountered Mr. Cortlandt later. If Edith"s husband suspected anything of what had occurred a night or two ago, his countenance gave no sign of it. For some reason or other, Kirk had not been troubled in the slightest by the thought that Cortlandt might be told. He could not imagine Edith making him the confidant of her outraged feelings. Besides, would such a strangely impa.s.sive person resent any little indiscretion in which his wife might choose to indulge? Kirk did not know--the man was a puzzle to him.
Cortlandt"s voice was thoroughly non-committal as he inquired:
"Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"I"ve been hunting, to kill time."
"Any luck?"
"No, none at all. I started too late, I guess."
"By-the-way," continued the other, "your friend Allan has been besieging Edith, imploring her to use her influence to get him a position. He has set his heart upon going to work with you."
"He is becoming a positive nuisance. I can"t get rid of him."
"I never saw such hero-worship."
"Oh, all n.i.g.g.e.rs are hysterical."
"Let me give you a bit of advice, Anthony. Remember there are no "n.i.g.g.e.rs" and "whites" in this country--they are both about equal.
The President of the republic is a black man, and a very good one, too."
"That reminds me. I hear he is to be succeeded by the father of my friend, Alfarez."
Cortlandt hesitated. "General Alfarez is a candidate. He is a very strong man, but--"
"I am glad there is a "but.""
"It isn"t settled, by any means. The successful candidate will need the support of our government."
"I suppose the Alfarez family is one of the first settlers-- Mayflower stock?"
"Oh, worse than that. The name runs back to Balboa"s time. General Alfarez is very rich, and very proud of his ancestry. That is one thing that makes him so strong with the people."
"What are some of the other leading families?" Kirk artfully inquired.
"There are a number. The Martinezes, the Moras, the Garavels--I couldn"t name them all. They are very fine people, too."
"Do you know the Chiquitas?"
Cortlandt"s face relaxed in an involuntary smile.