"Be careful!" he challenged.
"You met in the road----"
"So I told you," returned Roddy.
"You dismounted and talked with her."
Roddy laughed, and with a gesture of impatience motioned Vega to be silent.
"Is that all?" he demanded.
The Venezuelan saw the figure he presented. Back of him were hundreds of years of Spanish traditions, in his veins was the blood of generations of ancestors by nature suspicious, doubting, jealous. From their viewpoint he was within his rights; they applauded, they gave him countenance; but by the frank contempt of the young man before him his self-respect was being rudely handled. Not even to himself could he justify his att.i.tude.
"In my country," he protested, "according to our customs, it was enough."
The answer satisfied and relieved Roddy. It told him all he wished to know. It was now evident that Vega"s agent had seen only the first meeting, that he was not aware that Inez followed after Roddy, or that the next morning by the seash.o.r.e they had again met. The American brought the interview to an abrupt finish.
"I refuse," said Roddy loftily, "to discuss this matter with you further. If the mother of Senorita Rojas wishes it, I shall be happy to answer any questions she may ask. I have done nothing that requires explanation or apology. I am responsible to no one. Good-night."
"Wait!" commanded Vega. "You will find that here you cannot so easily avoid responsibilities. You have struck me. Well, we have other customs, which gentlemen----"
"I am entirely at your service," said Roddy. He made as magnificent a bow as though he himself had descended from a line of Spanish grandees. Vega"s eyes lit with pleasure. He was now playing a part in which he felt a.s.sured he appeared to advantage. He almost was grateful to Roddy for permitting him to reestablish himself in his own esteem.
"My friends shall wait upon you," he said.
"Whenever you like," Roddy answered. He started up the deck and returned again to Vega. "Understand me," he whispered, "as long as I"m enjoying the hospitality of your country I accept the customs of your country. If you"d made such a proposition to me in New York I"d have laughed at you." Roddy came close to Vega and emphasized his words with a pointed finger. "And understand _this_! We have quarrelled over politics. You made an offensive remark about Alvarez; I defended him and struck you. You now demand satisfaction. That is what happened.
And if you drag the name of any woman into this I won"t give you satisfaction. I will give you a thrashing until you can"t stand or see."
Roddy found Peter in the smoking-room, and beckoning him on deck, told him what he had done.
"You"re a nice White Mouse!" cried Peter indignantly. "You"re not supposed to go about killing people; you"re supposed to save lives."
"No one is ever killed in a duel," said Roddy; "I"ll fire in the air, and he will probably miss me. I certainly hope so. But there will be one good result. It will show Alvarez that I"m not a friend of Vega"s, nor helping him in his revolution."
"You don"t have to shoot a man to show you"re not a friend of his,"
protested Peter.
They were interrupted by the hasty approach of Vega"s chief advisers and nearest friends, General Pulido and Colonel Ramon.
"Pino seems in a hurry," said Roddy. "I had no idea he was so bloodthirsty."
"Colonel Vega," began Pulido abruptly, "has just informed us of the unfortunate incident. We have come to tell you that no duel can take place. It is monstrous. The life of Colonel Vega does not belong to him, it belongs to the Cause. We will not permit him to risk it needlessly. You, of all people, should see that. You must apologize."
The demand, and the peremptory tone in which it was delivered, caused the fighting blood of Roddy"s Irish grandfathers to bubble in his veins.
""Must" and "apologize!"" protested Roddy, in icy tones; "Those are difficult words, gentlemen."
"Consider," cried Pulido, "what great events hang upon the life of Colonel Vega."
"My own life is extremely interesting to me," said Roddy. "But I have done nothing which needs apology."
Colonel Ramon now interrupted anxiously.
"You risked your life for Pino. Why now do you wish to take it? Think of his importance to Venezuela, of the happiness he will bring his country, and think what his loss would mean to your own father."
"My father!" exclaimed Roddy. "What has my father to do with this?"
The two Venezuelans looked at each other in bewilderment, and then back at Roddy sternly and suspiciously.
"Are you jesting?" demanded General Pulido.
"Never been more serious in my life," said Roddy.
The two officers searched his face eagerly.
"It is as Pino says," exclaimed Pulido, with sudden enlightenment. "He is telling the truth!"
"Of course I"m telling the truth!" cried Roddy fiercely. "Are you looking for a duel, too?"
"Tell him!" cried Pulido.
"But Mr. Forrester"s orders!" protested Colonel Ramon.
"He is more dangerous," declared Pulido, "knowing nothing, than he would be if he understood."
He cast a rapid glance about him. With a scowl, his eyes finally rested upon Peter.
"I"ll be within knockout distance if you want me," said that young man to Roddy, and moved to the rail opposite.
When he had gone, Pulido bent eagerly forward.
"Do you not know," he demanded, "what it is your father is doing in our country?"
Roddy burst forth impatiently, "No!" he protested. "And I seem to be the only man in the country who doesn"t."
The two officers crowded close to him. In sepulchral tones, Pulido exclaimed dramatically. He spoke as though he were initiating Roddy into a secret order.
"Then understand," he whispered, "that your father supports Pino Vega with five million bolivars; that Vega, whose life you are seeking, is the man your father means to make President of Venezuela. Now do you understand?"
For a long time Roddy remained silent. Then he exclaimed in tones of extreme exasperation:
"I understand," he said, "that, if my father had given me his telephone number, he would have saved me a lot of trouble. No wonder everybody suspects me."
"And now," declared Pulido anxiously, "you are one of _us_!"
"I am nothing of the sort," snapped Roddy. "If my father does not wish to tell me his plans I can"t take advantage of what I learn of them from strangers. I shall go on," he continued with suspicious meekness, "with the work Father has sent me here to do. Who am I, that I should push myself into the politics of your great country?"
"And the duel?" demanded Pulido.