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``It is so good of you to come early,'' said Mrs. Porter, as Alice Langham entered the drawingroom. ``I want

to ask a favor of you. I'm sure you won't mind. I would ask one of the debutantes, except that they're always

so cross if one puts them next to men they don't know and who can't help them, and so I thought I'd just ask

``I mind being called goodnatured,'' said Miss Langham, smiling. ``Mind what, Mrs. Porter?'' she asked.

``He is a friend of George's,'' Mrs. Porter explained, vaguely. ``He's a cowboy. It seems he was very civil to

George when he was out there shooting in New Mexico, or Old Mexico, I don't remember which. He took

George to his hut and gave him things to shoot, and all that, and now he is in New York with a letter of

introduction. It's just like George. He may be a most impossible sort of man, but, as I said to Mr. Porter, the

people I've asked can't complain, because I don't know anything more about him than they do. He called

today when I was out and left his card and George's letter of introduction, and as a man had failed me for

tonight, I just thought I would kill two birds with one stone, and ask him to fill his place, and he's here. And,

oh, yes,'' Mrs. Porter added, ``I'm going to put him next to you, do you mind?''

``Unless he wears leather leggings and long spurs I shall mind very much,'' said Miss Langham.

``Well, that's very nice of you,'' purred Mrs. Porter, as she moved away. ``He may not be so bad, after all; and

I'll put Reginald King on your other side, shall I?'' she asked, pausing and glancing back.

The look on Miss Langham's face, which had been one of amusement, changed consciously, and she smiled

``As you please, Mrs. Porter,'' she answered. She raised her eyebrows slightly. ``I am, as the politicians say,

``Entirely too much in the hands of my friends,'' she repeated, as she turned away. This was the twelfth time

during that same winter that she and Mr. King had been placed next to one another at dinner, and it had

passed beyond the point when she could say that it did not matter what people thought as long as she and he

understood. It had now reached that stage when she was not quite sure that she understood either him or

herself. They had known each other for a very long time; too long, she sometimes thought, for them ever to

grow to know each other any better. But there was always the chance that he had another side, one that had

not disclosed itself, and which she could not discover in the strict social environment in which they both

lived. And she was the surer of this because she had once seen him when he did not know that she was near,

and he had been so different that it had puzzled her and made her wonder if she knew the real Reggie King at

It was at a dance at a studio, and some French pantomimists gave a little play. When it was over, King sat in

the corner talking to one of the Frenchwomen, and while he waited on her he was laughing at her and at her

efforts to speak English. He was telling her how to say certain phrases and not telling her correctly, and she

suspected this and was accusing him of it, and they were rhapsodizing and exclaiming over certain delightful

places and dishes of which they both knew in Paris with the enthusiasm of two children. Miss Langham saw

him off his guard for the first time and instead of a somewhat bored and clever man of the world, he appeared

When he joined her, later, the same evening, he was as entertaining as usual, and as polite and attentive as he

had been to the Frenchwoman, but he was not greatly interested, and his laugh was modulated and not

spontaneous. She had wondered that night, and frequently since then, if, in the event of his asking her to

marry him, which was possible, and of her accepting him, which was also possible, whether she would find

him, in the closer knowledge of married life, as keen and lighthearted with her as he had been with the French

dancer. If he would but treat her more like a comrade and equal, and less like a prime minister conferring

with his queen! She wanted something more intimate than the deference that he showed her, and she did not

like his taking it as an accepted fact that she was as worldlywise as himself, even though it were true.

She was a woman and wanted to be loved, in spite of the fact that she had been loved by many menat least

Each had offered her position, or had wanted her because she was fitted to match his own great state, or

because he was ambitious, or because she was rich. The man who could love her as she once believed men

could love, and who could give her something else besides approval of her beauty and her mind, had not

disclosed himself. She had begun to think that he never would, that he did not exist, that he was an

imagination of the playhouse and the novel. The men whom she knew were careful to show her that they

appreciated how distinguished was her position, and how inaccessible she was to them. They seemed to think

that by so humbling themselves, and by emphasizing her position they pleased her best, when it was what she

wanted them to forget. Each of them would draw away backward, bowing and protesting that he was

unworthy to raise his eyes to such a prize, but that if she would only stoop to him, how happy his life would

be. Sometimes they meant it sincerely; sometimes they were gentlemanly adventurers of title, from whom it

was a business proposition, and in either case she turned restlessly away and asked herself how long it would

be before the man would come who would pick her up on his saddle and gallop off with her, with his arm

around her waist and his horse's hoofs clattering beneath them, and echoing the tumult in their hearts.

She had known too many great people in the world to feel impressed with her own position at home in

America; but she sometimes compared herself to the Queen in ``In a Balcony,'' and repeated to herself, with

``And you the marble statue all the time They praise and point at as preferred to life, Yet leave for the first

And if it were true, she asked herself, that the man she had imagined was only an ideal and an illusion, was

not King the best of the others, the unideal and everpresent others? Every one else seemed to think so. The

society they knew put them constantly together and approved. Her people approved. Her own mind approved,

and as her heart was not apparently ever to be considered, who could say that it did not approve as well? He

was certainly a very charming fellow, a manly, clever companion, and one who bore about him the evidences

of distinction and thorough breeding. As far as family went, the Kings were as old as a young country could

expect, and Reggie King was, moreover, in spite of his wealth, a man of action and ability. His yacht

journeyed from continent to continent, and not merely up the Sound to Newport, and he was as well known

and welcome to the consuls along the coasts of Africa and South America as he was at Cowes or Nice. His

books of voyages were recognized by geographical societies and other serious bodies, who had given him

permission to put long disarrangements of the alphabet after his name. She liked him because she had grown

to be at home with him, because it was good to know that there was some one who would not misunderstand

her, and who, should she so indulge herself, would not take advantage of any appeal she might make to his

sympathy, who would always be sure to do the tactful thing and the courteous thing, and who, while he might

Miss Langham had entered the Porters' drawingroom after the greater number of the guests had arrived, and

she turned from her hostess to listen to an old gentleman with a passion for golf, a passion in which he had

for a long time been endeavoring to interest her. She answered him and his enthusiasm in kind, and with as

much apparent interest as she would have shown in a matter of state. It was her principle to be all things to all

men, whether they were great artists, great diplomats, or great bores. If a man had been pleading with her to

leave the conservatory and run away with him, and another had come up innocently and announced that it

was his dance, she would have said: ``Oh, is it?'' with as much apparent delight as though his coming had

She was growing enthusiastic over the delights of golf and unconsciously making a very beautiful picture of

herself in her interest and forced vivacity, when she became conscious for the first time of a strange young

man who was standing alone before the fireplace looking at her, and frankly listening to all the nonsense she

was talking. She guessed that he had been listening for some time, and she also saw, before he turned his eyes

quickly away, that he was distinctly amused. Miss Langham stopped gesticulating and lowered her voice, but

continued to keep her eyes on the face of the stranger, whose own eyes were wandering around the room, to

give her, so she guessed, the idea that he had not been listening, but that she had caught him at it in the

moment he had first looked at her. He was a tall, broad shouldered youth, with a handsome face, tanned and

dyed, either by the sun or by exposure to the wind, to a deep ruddy brown, which contrasted strangely with

his yellow hair and mustache, and with the pallor of the other faces about him. He was a stranger apparently

to every one present, and his bearing suggested, in consequence, that ease of manner which comes to a person

who is not only sure of himself, but who has no knowledge of the claims and pretensions to social distinction

of those about him. His most attractive feature was his eyes, which seemed to observe all that was going on,

not only what was on the surface, but beneath the surface, and that not rudely or covertly but with the frank,

quick look of the trained observer. Miss Langham found it an interesting face to watch, and she did not look

away from it. She was acquainted with every one else in the room, and hence she knew this must be the

cowboy of whom Mrs. Porter had spoken, and she wondered how any one who had lived the rough life of the

West could still retain the look when in formal clothes of one who was in the habit of doing informal things

Mrs. Porter presented her cowboy simply as ``Mr. Clay, of whom I spoke to you,'' with a significant raising

of the eyebrows, and the cowboy made way for King, who took Miss Langham in. He looked frankly pleased,

however, when he found himself next to her again, but did not take advantage of it throughout the first part of

the dinner, during which time he talked to the young married woman on his right, and Miss Langham and

King continued where they had left off at their last meeting. They knew each other well enough to joke of the

way in which they were thrown into each other's society, and, as she said, they tried to make the best of it.

But while she spoke, Miss Langham was continually conscious of the presence of her neighbor, who piqued

her interest and her curiosity in different ways. He seemed to be at his ease, and yet from the manner in which

he glanced up and down the table and listened to snatches of talk on either side of him he had the appearance

There was a jolly group at one end of the long table, and they wished to emphasize the fact by laughing a

little more hysterically at their remarks than the humor of those witticisms seemed to justify. A

daughterinlaw of Mrs. Porter was their leader in this, and at one point she stopped in the middle of a story

and waving her hand at the double row of faces turned in her direction, which had been attracted by the

loudness of her voice, cried, gayly, ``Don't listen. This is for private circulation. It is not a jeunefille story.''

The debutantes at the table continued talking again in steady, even tones, as though they had not heard the

remark or the first of the story, and the men next to them appeared equally unconscious. But the cowboy,

Miss Langham noted out of the corner of her eye, after a look of polite surprise, beamed with amusement and

continued to stare up and down the table as though he had discovered a new trait in a peculiar and interesting

animal. For some reason, she could not tell why, she felt annoyed with herself and with her friends, and

``Mrs. Porter tells me that you know her son George?'' she said. He did not answer her at once, but bowed his

head in assent, with a look of interrogation, as though, so it seemed to her, he had expected her, when she did

``Yes,'' he replied, after a pause, ``he joined us at Ayutla. It was the terminus of the Jalisco and Mexican

Railroad then. He came out over the road and went in from there with an outfit after mountain lions. I believe

``That is a very wonderful road, I am told,'' said King, bending forward and introducing himself into the

conversation with a nod of the head toward Clay; ``quite a remarkable feat of engineering.''

``I know something of it,'' continued King, ``because I met the men who were putting it through at Pariqua,

when we touched there in the yacht. They shipped most of their plant to that port, and we saw a good deal of

them. They were a very jolly lot, and they gave me a most interesting account of their work and its

Clay was looking at the other closely, as though he was trying to find something back of what he was saying,

but as his glance seemed only to embarrass King he smiled freely again in assent, and gave him his full

``There are no men today, Miss Langham,'' King exclaimed, suddenly, turning toward her, ``to my mind,

who lead as picturesque lives as do civil engineers. And there are no men whose work is as little appreciated.''

``Now those men I met,'' continued King, settling himself with his side to the table, ``were all young fellows

of thirty or thereabouts, but they were leading the lives of pioneers and martyrsat least that's what I'd call

it. They were marching through an almost unknown part of Mexico, fighting Nature at every step and

carrying civilization with them. They were doing better work than soldiers, because soldiers destroy things,

and these chaps were creating, and making the way straight. They had no banners either, nor brass bands.

They fought mountains and rivers, and they were attacked on every side by fever and the lack of food and

severe exposure. They had to sit down around a campfire at night and calculate whether they were to tunnel

a mountain, or turn the bed of a river or bridge it. And they knew all the time that whatever they decided to

do out there in the wilderness meant thousands of dollars to the stockholders somewhere up in God's country,

who would some day hold them to account for them. They dragged their chains through miles and miles of

jungle, and over flat alkali beds and cactus, and they reared bridges across roaring canons. We know nothing

about them and we care less. When their work is done we ride over the road in an observationcar and look

down thousands and thousands of feet into the depths they have bridged, and we never give them a thought.

They are the bravest soldiers of the present day, and they are the least recognized. I have forgotten their

names, and you never heard them. But it seems to me the civil engineer, for all that, is the chief civilizer of

Miss Langham was looking ahead of her with her eyes halfclosed, as though she were going over in her

``I never thought of that,'' she said. ``It sounds very fine. As you say, the reward is so inglorious. But that is

The cowboy was looking down at the table and pulling at a flower in the centrepiece. He had ceased to

smile. Miss Langham turned on him somewhat sharply, resenting his silence, and said, with a slight challenge

``Do you agree, Mr. Clay,'' she asked, ``or do you prefer the chocolatecream soldiers, in red coats and gold

``Oh, I don't know,'' the young man answered, with some slight hesitation. ``It's a trade for each of them. The

engineer's work is all the more absorbing, I imagine, when the difficulties are greatest. He has the fun of

``Oh, yes, a good deal more,'' he replied. ``A livelihood, for one thing. II have been an engineer all my life.

An hour later, when Mrs. Porter made the move to go, Miss Langham rose with a protesting sigh. ``I am so

sorry,'' she said, ``it has been most interesting. I never met two men who had visited so many inaccessible

places and come out whole. You have quite inspired Mr. King, he was never so amusing. But I should like to

Clay bowed. ``If I haven't thought of something more interesting in the meantime,'' he said.

``What I can't understand,'' said King, as he moved up into Miss Langham's place, ``is how you had time to

learn so much of the rest of the world. You don't act like a man who had spent his life in the brush.''

``No,'' laughed King, ``but you told us that this was your first visit East, and yet you're talking about England

and Vienna and Voisin's. How is it you've been there, while you have never been in New York?''

``Well, that's partly due to accident and partly to design,'' Clay answered. ``You see I've worked for English

and German and French companies, as well as for those in the States, and I go abroad to make reports and to

receive instructions. And then I'm what you call a selfmade man; that is, I've never been to college. I've

always had to educate myself, and whenever I did get a holiday it seemed to me that I ought to put it to the

best advantage, and to spend it where civilization was the furthest advancedadvanced, at least, in years.

When I settle down and become an expert, and demand large sums for just looking at the work other fellows

have done, then I hope to live in New York, but until then I go where the art galleries are biggest and where

they have got the science of enjoying themselves down to the very finest point. I have enough rough work

eight months of the year to make me appreciate that. So whenever I get a few months to myself I take the

Royal Mail to London, and from there to Paris or Vienna. I think I like Vienna the best. The directors are

generally important people in their own cities, and they ask one about, and so, though I hope I am a good

American, it happens that I've more friends on the Continent than in the United States.''

``And how does this strike you?'' asked King, with a movement of his shoulder toward the men about the

``Oh, I don't know,'' laughed Clay. ``You've lived abroad yourself; how does it strike you?''

Clay was the first man to enter the drawingroom. He walked directly away from the others and over to Miss

Langham, and, taking her fan out of her hands as though to assure himself of some hold upon her, seated

Miss Langham was a careful young person, and would not have encouraged a man she knew even as well as

she knew King, to talk to her through dinner, and after it as well. She fully recognized that because she was

conspicuous certain innocent pleasures were denied her which other girls could enjoy without attracting

attention or comment. But Clay interested her beyond her usual self, and the look in his eyes was a tribute

``I've thought of something more interesting to talk about,'' said Clay. ``I'm going to talk about you. You see

``It's not polite to remember so far back,'' she said. ``Were you one of those who assisted at that important

``No, I only read about it. I remember it very well; I had ridden over twelve miles for the mail that day, and I

stopped halfway back to the ranch and camped out in the shade of a rock and read all the papers and

magazines through at one sitting, until the sun went down and I couldn't see the print. One of the papers had

an account of your coming out in it, and a picture of you, and I wrote East to the photographer for the

original. It knocked about the West for three months and then reached me at Laredo, on the border between

Miss Langham looked at Clay for a moment in silent dismay and with a perplexed smile.

``Oh,'' she said, slowly. She was still in doubt as to how to treat this act of unconventionality. ``Not in your

watch?'' she said, to cover up the pause. ``That would have been more in keeping with the rest of the story.''

The young man smiled grimly, and pulling out his watch pried back the lid and turned it to her so that she

could see a photograph inside. The face in the watch was that of a young girl in the dress of a fashion of

several years ago. It was a lovely, frank face, looking out of the picture into the world kindly and

``Well,'' he said, with a little sigh of relief, ``I became greatly interested in Miss Alice Langham, and in her

comings out and goings in, and in her gowns. Thanks to our having a press in the States that makes a

specialty of personalities, I was able to follow you pretty closely, for, wherever I go, I have my papers sent

after me. I can get along without a compass or a medicine chest, but I can't do without the newspapers and

the magazines. There was a time when I thought you were going to marry that Austrian chap, and I didn't

approve of that. I knew things about him in Vienna. And then I read of your engagement to

otherswellseveral others; some of them I thought worthy, and others not. Once I even thought of writing

you about it, and once I saw you in Paris. You were passing on a coach. The man with me told me it was you,

and I wanted to follow the coach in a fiacre, but he said he knew at what hotel you were stopping, and so I let

you go, but you were not at that hotel, or at any otherat least, I couldn't find you.''

``What would you have done?'' asked Miss Langham. ``Never mind,'' she interrupted, ``go on.''

``Well, that's all,'' said Clay, smiling. ``That's all, at least, that concerns you. That is the romance of this poor

``Perhaps not,'' answered Clay, ``but the only one that counts. I always knew I was going to meet you some

``Well, and now that you have met me,'' said Miss Langham, looking at him in some amusement, ``are you

``No'' said Clay, but so slowly and with such consideration that Miss Langham laughed and held her head

a little higher. ``Not sorry to meet you, but to meet you in such surroundings.''

``Well, these people,'' answered Clay, ``they are so foolish, so futile. You shouldn't be here. There must be

something else better than this. You can't make me believe that you choose it. In Europe you could have a

salon, or you could influence statesmen. There surely must be something here for you to turn to as well.

``What do you know of me?'' said Miss Langham, steadily. ``Only what you have read of me in impertinent

paragraphs. How do you know I am fitted for anything else but just this? You never spoke with me before

``That has nothing to do with it,'' said Clay, quickly. ``Time is made for ordinary people. When people who

amount to anything meet they don't have to waste months in finding each other out. It is only the doubtful

ones who have to be tested again and again. When I was a kid in the diamond mines in Kimberley, I have

seen the experts pick out a perfect diamond from the heap at the first glance, and without a moment's

hesitation. It was the cheap stones they spent most of the afternoon over. Suppose I HAVE only seen you

tonight for the first time; suppose I shall not see you again, which is quite likely, for I sail tomorrow for

South Americawhat of that? I am just as sure of what you are as though I had known you for years.''

Miss Langham looked at him for a moment in silence. Her beauty was so great that she could take her time to

``And have you come out of the West, knowing me so well, just to tell me that I am wasting myself?'' she

``That is all,'' answered Clay. ``You know the things I would like to tell you,'' he added, looking at her

``I think I like to be told the other things best,'' she said, ``they are the easier to believe.''

``You have to believe whatever I tell you,'' said Clay, smiling. The girl pressed her hands together in her lap,

and looked at him curiously. The people about them were moving and making their farewells, and they

``I'm sorry you're going away,'' she said. ``It has been so odd. You come suddenly up out of the wilderness,

and set me to thinking and try to trouble me with questions about myself, and then steal away again without

stopping to help me to settle them. Is it fair?'' She rose and put out her hand, and he took it and held it for a

``I am coming back,'' he said, ``and I will find that you have settled them for yourself.''

``Goodby,'' she said, in so low a tone that the people standing near them could not hear. ``You haven't asked

``You can keep it,'' she continued, turning back, ``because it is not my picture. It is a picture of a girl who

Mr. Langham and Hope, his younger daughter, had been to the theatre. The performance had been one which

delighted Miss Hope, and which satisfied her father because he loved to hear her laugh. Mr. Langham was the

slave of his own good fortune. By instinct and education he was a man of leisure and culture, but the wealth

he had inherited was like an unruly child that needed his constant watching, and in keeping it well in hand he

Alice Langham, on her return from Mrs. Porter's dinner, found him in his study engaged with a game of

solitaire, while Hope was kneeling on a chair beside him with her elbows on the table. Mr. Langham had

been troubled with insomnia of late, and so it often happened that when Alice returned from a ball she would

find him sitting with a novel, or his game of solitaire, and Hope, who had crept downstairs from her bed,

dozing in front of the open fire and keeping him silent company. The father and the younger daughter were

very close to one another, and had grown especially so since his wife had died and his son and heir had gone

to college. This fourth member of the family was a great bond of sympathy and interest between them, and

his triumphs and escapades at Yale were the chief subjects of their conversation. It was told by the directors

of a great Western railroad, who had come to New York to discuss an important question with Mr. Langham,

that they had been ushered downstairs one night into his basement, where they had found the President of the

Board and his daughter Hope working out a game of football on the billiard table. They had chalked it off

into what corresponded to five yard lines, and they were hurling twentytwo chessmen across it in ``flying

wedges'' and practising the several tricks which young Langham had intrusted to his sister under an oath of

secrecy. The sight filled the directors with the horrible fear that business troubles had turned the President's

mind, but after they had sat for half an hour perched on the high chairs around the table, while Hope excitedly

explained the game to them, they decided that he was wiser than they knew, and each left the house regretting

``You are home early,'' said Mr. Langham, as Alice stood above him pulling at her gloves. ``I thought you

``Well, when I'm out,'' commented Hope, ``I won't come home at eleven o'clock. Alice always was a quitter.''

``Tell us what you had for dinner,'' said Hope. ``I know it isn't nice to ask,'' she added, hastily, ``but I always

``I don't remember,'' Miss Langham answered, smiling at her father, ``except that he was very much

``Oh, of course,'' assented Hope, ``I suppose you mean by that that you talked with some man all through

``Father,'' interrupted Miss Langham, ``do you know many engineersI mean do you come in contact with

them through the railroads and mines you have an interest in? I am rather curious about them,'' she said,

``Engineers? Of course,'' said Mr. Langham, vaguely, with the ten of spades held doubtfully in air.

``Sometimes we have to depend upon them altogether. We decide from what the engineering experts tell us

``I don't think I mean the big men of the profession,'' said his daughter, doubtfully. ``I mean those who do the

rough work. The men who dig the mines and lay out the railroads. Do you know any of them?''

``Some of them,'' said Mr. Langham, leaning back and shuffling the cards for a new game. ``Why?''

Mr. Langham smiled as he placed the cards one above the other in even rows. ``Very often,'' he said. ``He

sails tomorrow to open up the largest iron deposits in South America. He goes for the Valencia Mining

Company. Valencia is the capital of Olancho, one of those little republics down there.''

``Do youare you interested in that company?'' asked Miss Langham, seating herself before the fire and

``YesI am interested in it,'' Mr. Langham replied, studying the cards before him, ``but I don't think Clay

knows itnobody knows it yet, except the president and the other officers.'' He lifted a card and put it down

again in some indecision. ``It's generally supposed to be operated by a company, but all the stock is owned by

one man. As a matter of fact, my dear children,'' exclaimed Mr. Langham, as he placed a deuce of clubs upon

a deuce of spades with a smile of content, ``the Valencia Mining Company is your beloved father.''

Hope tapped her lips gently with the back of her hand to hide the fact that she was sleepy, and nudged her

father's elbow. ``You shouldn't have put the deuce there,'' she said, ``you should have used it to build with on

A year before Mrs. Porter's dinner a tramp steamer on her way to the capital of Brazil had steered so close to

the shores of Olancho that her solitary passenger could look into the caverns the waves had tunnelled in the

limestone cliffs along the coast. The solitary passenger was Robert Clay, and he made a guess that the white

palisades which fringed the base of the mountains along the shore had been forced up above the level of the

sea many years before by some volcanic action. Olancho, as many people know, is situated on the

northeastern coast of South America, and its shores are washed by the main equatorial current. From the deck

of a passing vessel you can obtain but little idea of Olancho or of the abundance and tropical beauty which

lies hidden away behind the rampart of mountains on her shore. You can see only their desolate darkgreen

front, and the white caves at their base, into which the waves rush with an echoing roar, and in and out of

The mining engineer on the rail of the tramp steamer observed this peculiar formation of the coast with

listless interest, until he noted, when the vessel stood some thirty miles north of the harbor of Valencia, that

the limestone formation had disappeared, and that the waves now beat against the base of the mountains

themselves. There were five of these mountains which jutted out into the ocean, and they suggested roughly

the five knuckles of a giant hand clenched and lying flat upon the surface of the water. They extended for

seven miles, and then the caverns in the palisades began again and continued on down the coast to the great

``The waves tunnelled their way easily enough until they ran up against those five mountains,'' mused the

engineer, ``and then they had to fall back.'' He walked to the captain's cabin and asked to look at a map of the

coast line. ``I believe I won't go to Rio,'' he said later in the day; ``I think I will drop off here at Valencia.''

So he left the tramp steamer at that place and disappeared into the interior with an oxcart and a couple of

packmules, and returned to write a lengthy letter from the Consul's office to a Mr. Langham in the United

States, knowing he was largely interested in mines and in mining. ``There are five mountains filled with ore,''

Clay wrote, ``which should be extracted by openfaced workings. I saw great masses of red hematite lying

exposed on the side of the mountain, only waiting a pick and shovel, and at one place there were five

thousand tons in plain sight. I should call the stuff firstclass Bessemer ore, running about sixtythree per

cent metallic iron. The people know it is there, but have no knowledge of its value, and are too lazy to ever

work it themselves. As to transportation, it would only be necessary to run a freight railroad twenty miles

along the sea coast to the harbor of Valencia and dump your ore from your own pier into your own vessels.

It would not, I think, be possible to ship direct from the mines themselves, even though, as I say, the ore runs

right down into the water, because there is no place at which it would be safe for a large vessel to touch. I will

look into the political side of it and see what sort of a concession I can get for you. I should think ten per cent

of the output would satisfy them, and they would, of course, admit machinery and plant free of duty.''

Six months after this communication had arrived in New York City, the Valencia Mining Company was

formally incorporated, and a man named Van Antwerp, with two hundred workmen and a halfdozen

assistants, was sent South to lay out the freight railroad, to erect the dumpingpier, and to strip the five

mountains of their forests and underbrush. It was not a task for a holiday, but a stern, difficult, and perplexing

problem, and Van Antwerp was not quite the man to solve it. He was stubborn, self confident, and

indifferent by turns. He did not depend upon his lieutenants, but jealously guarded his own opinions from the

least question or discussion, and at every step he antagonized the easygoing people among whom he had

come to work. He had no patience with their habits of procrastination, and he was continually offending their

lazy goodnature and their pride. He treated the rich planters, who owned the land between the mines and the

harbor over which the freight railroad must run, with as little consideration as he showed the regiment of

soldiers which the Government had farmed out to the company to serve as laborers in the mines. Six months

after Van Antwerp had taken charge at Valencia, Clay, who had finished the railroad in Mexico, of which

King had spoken, was asked by telegraph to undertake the work of getting the ore out of the mountains he

had discovered, and shipping it North. He accepted the offer and was given the title of General Manager and

Resident Director, and an enormous salary, and was also given to understand that the rough work of

preparation had been accomplished, and that the more important service of picking up the five mountains and

putting them in fragments into tramp steamers would continue under his direction. He had a letter of recall for

Van Antwerp, and a letter of introduction to the Minister of Mines and Agriculture. Further than that he knew

nothing of the work before him, but he concluded, from the fact that he had been paid the almost prohibitive

sum he had asked for his services, that it must be important, or that he had reached that place in his career

when he could stop actual work and live easily, as an expert, on the work of others.

Clay rolled along the coast from Valencia to the mines in a paddlewheeled steamer that had served its

usefulness on the Mississippi, and which had been rotting at the levees in New Orleans, when Van Antwerp

had chartered it to carry tools and machinery to the mines and to serve as a private launch for himself. It was

a choice either of this steamer and landing in a small boat, or riding along the line of the unfinished railroad

on horseback. Either route consumed six valuable hours, and Clay, who was anxious to see his new field of

action, beat impatiently upon the rail of the rolling tub as it wallowed in the sea.

He spent the first three days after his arrival at the mines in the mountains, climbing them on foot and skirting

their base on horseback, and sleeping where night overtook him. Van Antwerp did not accompany him on his

tour of inspection through the mines, but delegated that duty to an engineer named MacWilliams, and to

Weimer, the United States Consul at Valencia, who had served the company in many ways and who was in

For three days the men toiled heavily over fallen trunks and trees, slippery with the moss of centuries, or slid

backward on the rolling stones in the waterways, or clung to their ponies' backs to dodge the hanging

creepers. At times for hours together they walked in single file, bent nearly double, and seeing nothing before

them but the shining backs and shoulders of the negroes who hacked out the way for them to go. And again

they would come suddenly upon a precipice, and drink in the soft cool breath of the ocean, and look down

thousands of feet upon the impenetrable green under which they had been crawling, out to where it met the

sparkling surface of the Caribbean Sea. It was three days of unceasing activity while the sun shone, and of

anxious questionings around the campfire when the darkness fell, and when there were no sounds on the

mountainside but that of falling water in a distant ravine or the calls of the night birds.

On the morning of the fourth day Clay and his attendants returned to camp and rode to where the men had

As Clay passed between the zinc sheds and palm huts of the soldierworkmen, they came running out to

meet him, and one, who seemed to be a leader, touched his bridle, and with his straw sombrero in his hand

The news of Clay's return had reached the opening, and the throb of the dummyengines and the roar of the

blasting ceased as the assistantengineers came down the valley to greet the new manager. They found him

seated on his horse gazing ahead of him, and listening to the story of the soldier, whose fingers, as he spoke,

trembled in the air, with all the grace and passion of his Southern nature, while back of him his companions

stood humbly, in a silent chorus, with eager, supplicating eyes. Clay answered the man's speech curtly, with a

few short words, in the Spanish patois in which he had been addressed, and then turned and smiled grimly

upon the expectant group of engineers. He kept them waiting for some short space, while he looked them

``Well, gentlemen,'' he said, ``I'm glad to have you here all together. I am only sorry you didn't come in time

to hear what this fellow has had to say. I don't as a rule listen that long to complaints, but he told me what I

have seen for myself and what has been told me by others. I have been here three days now, and I assure you,

gentlemen, that my easiest course would be to pack up my things and go home on the next steamer. I was sent

down here to take charge of a mine in active operation, and I findwhat? I find that in six months you have

done almost nothing, and that the little you have condescended to do has been done so badly that it will have

to be done over again; that you have not only wasted a half year of timeand I can't tell how much

moneybut that you have succeeded in antagonizing all the people on whose goodwill we are absolutely

dependent; you have allowed your machinery to rust in the rain, and your workmen to rot with sickness. You

have not only done nothing, but you haven't a blue print to show me what you meant to do. I have never in

my life come across laziness and mismanagement and incompetency upon such a magnificent and reckless

scale. You have not built the pier, you have not opened the freight road, you have not taken out an ounce of

ore. You know more of Valencia than you know of these mines; you know it from the Alameda to the Canal.

You can tell me what night the band plays in the Plaza, but you can't give me the elevation of one of these

hills. You have spent your days on the pavements in front of cafe's, and your nights in dancehalls, and you

have been drawing salaries every month. I've more respect for these halfbreeds that you've allowed to starve

in this feverbed than I have for you. You have treated them worse than they'd treat a dog, and if any of them

die, it's on your heads. You have put them in a fevercamp which you have not even taken the trouble to

drain. Your commissariat is rotten, and you have let them drink all the rum they wanted. There is not one of

The group of silent men broke, and one of them stepped forward and shook his forefinger at Clay.

``No man can talk to me like that,'' he said, warningly, ``and think I'll work under him. I resign here and

``How dare you talk of resigning? I'll pack the whole lot of you back to New York on the first steamer, if I

want to, and I'll give you such characters that you'll be glad to get a job carrying a transit. You're in no

position to talk of resigning yetnot one of you. Yes,'' he added, interrupting himself, ``one of you is

MacWilliams, the man who had charge of the railroad. It's no fault of his that the road's not working. I

understand that he couldn't get the right of way from the people who owned the land, but I have seen what he

has done, and his plans, and I apologize to himto MacWilliams. As for the rest of you, I'll give you a

month's trial. It will be a month before the next steamer could get here anyway, and I'll give you that long to

redeem yourselves. At the end of that time we will have another talk, but you are here now only on your good

As Clay had boasted, he was not the man to throw up his position because he found the part he had to play

was not that of leading man, but rather one of general utility, and although it had been several years since it

had been part of his duties to oversee the setting up of machinery, and the policing of a mining camp, he

threw himself as earnestly into the work before him as though to show his subordinates that it did not matter

who did the work, so long as it was done. The men at first were sulky, resentful, and suspicious, but they

could not long resist the fact that Clay was doing the work of five men and five different kinds of work, not

He conciliated the rich coffee planters who owned the land which he wanted for the freight road by calls of

the most formal state and dinners of much less formality, for he saw that the iron mine had its social as well

as its political side. And with this fact in mind, he opened the railroad with great ceremony, and much music

and feasting, and the first piece of ore taken out of the mine was presented to the wife of the Minister of the

Interior in a cluster of diamonds, which made the wives of the other members of the Cabinet regret that their

husbands had not chosen that portfolio. Six months followed of hard, unremitting work, during which time

the great pier grew out into the bay from MacWilliams' railroad, and the face of the first mountain was

scarred and torn of its green, and left in mangled nakedness, while the ringing of hammers and picks, and the

racking blasts of dynamite, and the warning whistles of the dummyengines drove away the accumulated

It had been a long uphill fight, and Clay had enjoyed it mightily. Two unexpected events had contributed to

help it. One was the arrival in Valencia of young Teddy Langham, who came ostensibly to learn the

profession of which Clay was so conspicuous an example, and in reality to watch over his father's interests.

He was put at Clay's elbow, and Clay made him learn in spite of himself, for he ruled him and MacWilliams

of both of whom he was very fond, as though, so they complained, they were the laziest and the most

rebellious members of his entire staff. The second event of importance was the announcement made one day

by young Langham that his father's physician had ordered rest in a mild climate, and that he and his daughters

were coming in a month to spend the winter in Valencia, and to see how the son and heir had developed as a

The idea of Mr. Langham's coming to visit Olancho to inspect his new possessions was not a surprise to Clay.

It had occurred to him as possible before, especially after the son had come to join them there. The place was

interesting and beautiful enough in itself to justify a visit, and it was only a ten days' voyage from New York.

But he had never considered the chance of Miss Langham's coming, and when that was now not only possible

but a certainty, he dreamed of little else. He lived as earnestly and toiled as indefatigably as before, but the

place was utterly transformed for him. He saw it now as she would see it when she came, even while at the

same time his own eyes retained their point of view. It was as though he had lengthened the focus of a glass,

and looked beyond at what was beautiful and picturesque, instead of what was near at hand and practicable.

He found himself smiling with anticipation of her pleasure in the orchids hanging from the dead trees, high

above the opening of the mine, and in the parrots hurling themselves like gayly colored missiles among the

vines; and he considered the harbor at night with its colored lamps floating on the black water as a scene set

for her eyes. He planned the dinners that he would give in her honor on the balcony of the great restaurant in

the Plaza on those nights when the band played, and the senoritas circled in long lines between admiring rows

of officers and caballeros. And he imagined how, when the oreboats had been filled and his work had

slackened, he would be free to ride with her along the rough mountain roads, between magnificent pillars of

royal palms, or to venture forth in excursions down the bay, to explore the caves and to lunch on board the

rolling paddlewheel steamer, which he would have re painted and gilded for her coming. He pictured

himself acting as her guide over the great mines, answering her simple questions about the strange

machinery, and the crew of workmen, and the local government by which he ruled two thousand men. It was

not on account of any personal pride in the mines that he wanted her to see them, it was not because he had

discovered and planned and opened them that he wished to show them to her, but as a curious spectacle that

But his keenest pleasure was when young Langham suggested that they should build a house for his people

on the edge of the hill that jutted out over the harbor and the great ore pier. If this were done, Langham urged,

it would be possible for him to see much more of his family than he would be able to do were they installed

``We can still live in the office at this end of the railroad,'' the boy said, ``and then we shall have them within

call at night when we get back from work; but if they are in Valencia, it will take the greater part of the

evening going there and all of the night getting back, for I can't pass that club under three hours. It will keep

``Yes, exactly,'' said Clay, with a guilty smile, ``it will keep us out of temptation.''

So they cleared away the underbrush, and put a double force of men to work on what was to be the most

beautiful and comfortable bungalow on the edge of the harbor. It had blue and green and white tiles on the

floors, and walls of bamboo, and a red roof of curved tiles to let in the air, and dragons' heads for water

spouts, and verandas as broad as the house itself. There was an open court in the middle hung with balconies

looking down upon a splashing fountain, and to decorate this patio, they levied upon people for miles around

for tropical plants and colored mats and awnings. They cut down the trees that hid the view of the long harbor

leading from the sea into Valencia, and planted a rampart of other trees to hide the ironore pier, and they

sodded the raw spots where the men had been building, until the place was as completely transformed as

It was to be a great surprise, and they were allClay, MacWilliams, and Langhamas keenly interested in

it as though each were preparing it for his honeymoon. They would be walking together in Valencia when

one would say, ``We ought to have that for the house,'' and without question they would march into the shop

together and order whatever they fancied to be sent out to the house of the president of the mines on the hill.

They stocked it with wine and linens, and hired a volante and six horses, and fitted out the driver with a new

pair of boots that reached above his knees, and a silver jacket and a sombrero that was so heavy with braid

that it flashed like a halo about his head in the sunlight, and he was ordered not to wear it until the ladies

came, under penalty of arrest. It delighted Clay to find that it was only the beautiful things and the fine things

of his daily routine that suggested her to him, as though she could not be associated in his mind with anything

less worthy, and he kept saying to himself, ``She will like this view from the end of the terrace,'' and ``This

will be her favorite walk,'' or ``She will swing her hammock here,'' and ``I know she will not fancy the rug

While this fairy palace was growing the three men lived as roughly as before in the wooden hut at the

terminus of the freight road, three hundred yards below the house, and hidden from it by an impenetrable

rampart of brush and Spanish bayonet. There was a rough road leading from it to the city, five miles away,

which they had extended still farther up the hill to the Palms, which was the name Langham had selected for

his father's house. And when it was finally finished, they continued to live under the corrugated zinc roof of

their office building, and locking up the Palms, left it in charge of a gardener and a watchman until the

It had been a viciously hot, close day, and even now the air came in sickening waves, like a blast from the

engineroom of a steamer, and the heat lightning played round the mountains over the harbor and showed the

empty wharves, and the black outlines of the steamers, and the white front of the CustomHouse, and the

long halfcircle of twinkling lamps along the quay. MacWilliams and Langham sat panting on the lower

steps of the officeporch considering whether they were too lazy to clean themselves and be rowed over to

the city, where, as it was Sunday night, was promised much entertainment. They had been for the last hour

trying to make up their minds as to this, and appealing to Clay to stop work and decide for them. But he sat

inside at a table figuring and writing under the green shade of a student's lamp and made no answer. The

walls of Clay's office were of unplaned boards, bristling with splinters, and hung with blue prints and outline

maps of the mine. A gaudily colored portrait of Madame la Presidenta, the noble and beautiful woman whom

Alvarez, the President of Olancho, had lately married in Spain, was pinned to the wall above the table. This

table, with its green oilcloth top, and the lamp, about which winged insects beat noisily, and an earthen

waterjarfrom which the water dripped as regularly as the ticking of a clockwere the only articles of

furniture in the office. On a shelf at one side of the door lay the men's machetes, a belt of cartridges, and a

Clay rose from the table and stood in the light of the open door, stretching himself gingerly, for his joints

were sore and stiff with fording streams and climbing the surfaces of rocks. The red ore and yellow mud of

the mines were plastered over his boots and ridingbreeches, where he had stood kneedeep in the water, and

his shirt stuck to him like a wet bathingsuit, showing his ribs when he breathed and the curves of his broad

chest. A ring of burning paper and hot ashes fell from his cigarette to his breast and burnt a hole through the

``I wanted to see,'' he explained, catching the look of listless curiosity in MacWilliams's eye, ``whether there

was anything hotter than my blood. It's racing around like boiling water in a pot.''

``Listen,'' said Langham, holding up his hand. ``There goes the call for prayers in the convent, and now it's

too late to go to town. I am glad, rather. I'm too tired to keep awake, and besides, they don't know how to

amuse themselves in a civilized wayat least not in my way. I wish I could just drop in at home about now;

don't you, MacWilliams? Just about this time up in God's country all the people are at the theatre, or they've

just finished dinner and are sitting around sipping cool green mint, trickling through little lumps of ice. What

I'd like'' he stopped and shut one eye and gazed, with his head on one side, at the unimaginative

MacWilliams``what I'd like to do now,'' he continued, thoughtfully, ``would be to sit in the front row at a

comic opera, ON THE AISLE. The prima donna must be very, very beautiful, and sing most of her songs at

me, and there must be three comedians, all good, and a chorus entirely composed of girls. I never could see

why they have men in the chorus, anyway. No one ever looks at them. Now that's where I'd like to be. What

MacWilliams was a type with which Clay was intimately familiar, but to the collegebred Langham he was a

revelation and a joy. He came from some little town in the West, and had learned what he knew of

engineering at the transit's mouth, after he had first served his apprenticeship by cutting sagebrush and

driving stakes. His life had been spent in Mexico and Central America, and he spoke of the home he had not

seen in ten years with the aggressive loyalty of the confirmed wanderer, and he was known to prefer and to

import canned corn and canned tomatoes in preference to eating the wonderful fruits of the country, because

the former came from the States and tasted to him of home. He had crowded into his young life experiences

that would have shattered the nerves of any other man with a more sensitive conscience and a less happy

sense of humor; but these same experiences had only served to make him shrewd and self confident and at

He pulled meditatively on his pipe and considered Langham's question deeply, while Clay and the younger

boy sat with their arms upon their knees and waited for his decision in thoughtful silence.

``I'd like to go to the theatre, too,'' said MacWilliams, with an air as though to show that he also was

possessed of artistic tastes. ``I'd like to see a comical chap I saw once in '80oh, long agobefore I joined

the P. Q. M. He WAS funny. His name was Owens; that was his name, John E. Owens''

``Oh, for heaven's sake, MacWilliams,'' protested Langham, in dismay; ``he's been dead for five years.''

``Has he?'' said MacWilliams, thoughtfully. ``Well'' he concluded, unabashed, ``I can't help that, he's the

``You can have another wish, Mac, you know,'' urged Langham, ``can't he, Clay?''

Clay nodded gravely, and MacWilliams frowned again in thought. ``No,'' he said after an effort, ``Owens,

``Well, now I want another wish, too,'' said Langham. ``I move we can each have two wishes. I wish''

``Wait until I've had mine,'' said Clay. ``You've had one turn. I want to be in a place I know in Vienna. It's not

hot like this, but cool and fresh. It's an open, outofdoor concert garden, with hundreds of colored lights

and trees, and there's always a breeze coming through. And Eduard Strauss, the son, you know, leads the

orchestra there, and they play nothing but waltzes, and he stands in front of them, and begins by raising

himself on his toes, and then he lifts his shoulders gentlyand then sinks back again and raises his baton as

though he were drawing the music out after it, and the whole place seems to rock and move. It's like being

picked up and carried on the deck of a yacht over great waves; and all around you are the beautiful Viennese

women and those tall Austrian officers in their long, blue coats and flat hats and silver swords. And there are

cool drinks'' continued Clay, with his eyes fixed on the coming storm``all sorts of cool drinksin high,

``Oh, drop it, will you?'' cried Langham, with a shrug of his damp shoulders. ``I can't stand it. I'm parching.''

``Wait a minute,'' interrupted MacWilliams, leaning forward and looking into the night. ``Some one's

coming.'' There was a sound down the road of hoofs and the rattle of the landcrabs as they scrambled off

into the bushes, and two men on horseback came suddenly out of the darkness and drew rein in the light from

the open door. The first was General Mendoza, the leader of the Opposition in the Senate, and the other, his

orderly. The General dropped his Panama hat to his knee and bowed in the saddle three times.

``Goodevening, your Excellency,'' said Clay, rising. ``Tell that peon to get my coat, will you?'' he added,

turning to Langham. Langham clapped his hands, and the clanging of a guitar ceased, and their servant and

cook came out from the back of the hut and held the General's horse while he dismounted. ``Wait until I get

you a chair,'' said Clay. ``You'll find those steps rather bad for white duck.'' ``I am fortunate in finding you at

home,'' said the officer, smiling, and showing his white teeth. ``The telephone is not working. I tried at the

club, but I could not call you.'' ``It's the storm, I suppose,'' Clay answered, as he struggled into his jacket.

``Let me offer you something to drink.'' He entered the house, and returned with several bottles on a tray and

a bundle of cigars. The SpanishAmerican poured himself out a glass of water, mixing it with Jamaica rum,

and said, smiling again, ``It is a saying of your countrymen that when a man first comes to Olancho he puts a

little rum into his water, and that when he is here some time he puts a little water in his rum.''

``Yes,'' laughed Clay. ``I'm afraid that's true.'' There was a pause while the men sipped at their glasses, and

looked at the horses and the orderly. The clanging of the guitar began again from the kitchen. ``You have a

very beautiful view here of the harbor, yes,'' said Mendoza. He seemed to enjoy the pause after his ride, and

to be in no haste to begin on the object of his errand. MacWilliams and Langham eyed each other covertly,

and Clay examined the end of his cigar, and they all waited. ``And how are the mines progressing, eh?'' asked

the officer, genially. ``You find much good iron in them, they tell me.'' ``Yes, we are doing very well,'' Clay

assented; ``it was difficult at first, but now that things are in working order, we are getting out about ten

thousand tons a month. We hope to increase that soon to twenty thousand when the new openings are

``Of which the Government of my country is to get its share of ten per centone thousand tons! It is

munificent!'' He laughed and shook his head slyly at Clay, who smiled in dissent.

``But you see, sir,'' said Clay, ``you cannot blame us. The mines have always been there, before this

Government came in, before the Spaniards were here, before there was any Government at all, but there was

not the capital to open them up, I suppose, orand it needed a certain energy to begin the attack. Your

people let the chance go, and, as it turned out, I think they were very wise in doing so. They get ten per cent

of the output. That's ten per cent on nothing, for the mines really didn't exist, as far as you were concerned,

until we came, did they? They were just so much waste land, and they would have remained so. And look at

the price we paid down before we cut a tree. Three millions of dollars; that's a good deal of money. It will be

Mendoza shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. ``I will be frank with you,'' he said, with the air of one

to whom dissimulation is difficult. ``I come here tonight on an unpleasant errand, but it is with me a matter

of duty, and I am a soldier, to whom duty is the foremost ever. I have come to tell you, Mr. Clay, that we, the

Opposition, are not satisfied with the manner in which the Government has disposed of these great iron

deposits. When I say not satisfied, my dear friend, I speak most moderately. I should say that we are surprised

and indignant, and we are determined the wrong it has done our country shall be righted. I have the honor to

have been chosen to speak for our party on this most important question, and on next Tuesday, sir,'' the

General stood up and bowed, as though he were before a great assembly, ``I will rise in the Senate and move

a vote of want of confidence in the Government for the manner in which it has given away the richest

possessions in the storehouse of my country, giving it not only to aliens, but for a pittance, for a share which

is not a share, but a bribe, to blind the eyes of the people. It has been a shameful bargain, and I cannot say

who is to blame; I accuse no one. But I suspect, and I will demand an investigation; I will demand that the

value not of onetenth, but of onehalf of all the iron that your company takes out of Olancho shall be paid

into the treasury of the State. And I come to you tonight, as the Resident Director, to inform you beforehand

of my intention. I do not wish to take you unprepared. I do not blame your people; they are business men,

they know how to make good bargains, they get what they best can. That is the rule of trade, but they have

gone too far, and I advise you to communicate with your people in New York and learn what they are

prepared to offer nownow that they have to deal with men who do not consider their own interests but the

Mendoza made a sweeping bow and seated himself, frowning dramatically, with folded arms. His voice still

hung in the air, for he had spoken as earnestly as though he imagined himself already standing in the hall of

MacWilliams looked up at Clay from where he sat on the steps below him, but Clay did not notice him, and

there was no sound, except the quick sputtering of the nicotine in Langham's pipe, at which he pulled quickly,

and which was the only outward sign the boy gave of his interest. Clay shifted one muddy boot over the other

``Ah, yes, that is fair,'' said the General, quickly. ``I know that it is late, and I regret it, and I see that we cause

you inconvenience; but how could I speak sooner when I was ignorant of what was going on? I have been

away with my troops. I am a soldier first, a politician after. During the last year I have been engaged in

guarding the frontier. No news comes to a General in the field moving from camp to camp and always in the

``We have heard of your victories, General, yes,'' he said; ``and on your return you say you found things had

``That is it,'' assented the other, eagerly. ``I find that indignation reigns on every side. I find my friends

complaining of the railroad which you run across their land. I find that fifteen hundred soldiers are turned into

laborers, with picks and spades, working by the side of negroes and your Irish; they have not been paid their

wages, and they have been fed worse than though they were on the march; sickness and''

``That was true at first,'' he interrupted, ``but it is not so now. I should be glad, General, to take you over the

men's quarters at any time. As for their not having been paid, they were never paid by their own Government

before they came to us and for the same reason, because the petty officers kept back the money, just as they

have always done. But the men are paid now. However, this is not of the most importance. Who is it that

``Every one!'' exclaimed Mendoza, throwing out his arms, ``and they ask, moreover, this: they ask why, if

this mine is so rich, why was not the stock offered here to us in this country? Why was it not put on the

market, that any one might buy? We have rich men in Olancho, why should not they benefit first of all others

by the wealth of their own lands? But no! we are not asked to buy. All the stock is taken in New York, no one

``I see,'' said Clay, gravely. ``That had not occurred to me before. They feel they have been slighted. I see.''

He paused for a moment as if in serious consideration. ``Well,'' he added, ``that might be arranged.''

He turned and jerked his head toward the open door. ``If you boys mean to go to town tonight, you'd better

be moving,'' he said. The two men rose together and bowed silently to their guest.

``I should like if Mr. Langham would remain a moment with us,'' said Mendoza, politely. ``I understand that

it is his father who controls the stock of the company. If we discuss any arrangement it might be well if he

Clay was sitting with his chin on his breast, and he did not look up, nor did the young man turn to him for any

prompting. ``I'm not down here as my father's son,'' he said, ``I am an employee of Mr. Clay's. He represents

``You think, then,'' said Clay, ``that if your friends were given an opportunity to subscribe to the stock they

``I know it,'' said Mendoza; ``why should the stock go out of the country when those living here are able to

``Exactly,'' said Clay, ``of course. Can you tell me this, General? Are the gentlemen who want to buy stock in

the mine the same men who are in the Senate? The men who are objecting to the terms of our concession?''

Clay looked out over the harbor at the lights of the town, and the General twirled his hat around his knee and

``Because if they are,'' Clay continued, ``and they succeed in getting our share cut down from ninety per cent

to fifty per cent, they must see that the stock would be worth just forty per cent less than it is now.''

``That is true,'' assented the other. ``I have thought of that, and if the Senators in Opposition were given a

chance to subscribe, I am sure they would see that it is better wisdom to drop their objections to the

concession, and as stockholders allow you to keep ninety per cent of the output. And, again,'' continued

Mendoza, ``it is really better for the country that the money should go to its people than that it should be

stored up in the vaults of the treasury, when there is always the danger that the President will seize it; or, if

``I should thinkthat isit seems to me,'' said Clay with careful consideration, ``that your Excellency might

be able to render us great help in this matter yourself. We need a friend among the Opposition. In factI see

where you could assist us in many ways, where your services would be strictly in the line of your public duty

and yet benefit us very much. Of course I cannot speak authoritatively without first consulting Mr. Langham;

but I should think he would allow you personally to purchase as large a block of the stock as you could wish,

either to keep yourself or to resell and distribute among those of your friends in Opposition where it would do

Clay looked over inquiringly to where Mendoza sat in the light of the open door, and the General smiled

faintly, and emitted a pleased little sigh of relief. ``Indeed,'' continued Clay, ``I should think Mr. Langham

might even save you the formality of purchasing the stock outright by sending you its money equivalent. I

beg your pardon,'' he asked, interrupting himself, ``does your orderly understand English?''

``He does not,'' the General assured him, eagerly, dragging his chair a little closer.

``Suppose now that Mr. Langham were to put fifty or let us say sixty thousand dollars to your account in the

Valencia Bank, do you think this vote of want of confidence in the Government on the question of our

``I am sure it would not,'' exclaimed the leader of the Opposition, nodding his head violently.

``Sixty thousand dollars,'' repeated Clay, slowly, ``for yourself; and do you think, General, that were you paid

that sum you would be able to call off your friends, or would they make a demand for stock also?''

``Have no anxiety at all, they do just what I say,'' returned Mendoza, in an eager whisper. ``If I say `It is all

right, I am satisfied with what the Government has done in my absence,' it is enough. And I will say it, I give

you the word of a soldier, I will say it. I will not move a vote of want of confidence on Tuesday. You need go

no farther than myself. I am glad that I am powerful enough to serve you, and if you doubt me''he struck

his heart and bowed with a deprecatory smile``you need not pay in the money in exchange for the stock all

at the same time. You can pay ten thousand this year, and next year ten thousand more and so on, and so feel

confident that I shall have the interests of the mine always in my heart. Who knows what may not happen in a

year? I may be able to serve you even more. Who knows how long the present Government will last? But I

give you my word of honor, no matter whether I be in Opposition or at the head of the Government, if I

receive every six months the retaining fee of which you speak, I will be your representative. And my friends

can do nothing. I despise them. _I_ am the Opposition. You have done well, my dear sir, to consider me

Clay turned in his chair and looked back of him through the office to the room beyond.

He rose and pushed his chair away and beckoned to the orderly who sat in the saddle holding the General's

horse. Langham and MacWilliams came out and stood in the open door, and Mendoza rose and looked at

``You can go now,'' Clay said to him, quietly. ``And you can rise in the Senate on Tuesday and move your

vote of want of confidence and object to our concession, and when you have resumed your seat the Secretary

of Mines will rise in his turn and tell the Senate how you stole out here in the night and tried to blackmail me,

and begged me to bribe you to be silent, and that you offered to throw over your friends and to take all that

we would give you and keep it yourself. That will make you popular with your friends, and will show the

Clay took a step forward and shook his finger in the officer's face. ``Try to break that concession; try it. It

was made by one Government to a body of honest, decent business men, with a Government of their own

back of them, and if you interfere with our conceded rights to work those mines, I'll have a manofwar

down here with white paint on her hull, and she'll blow you and your little republic back up there into the

Mendoza had straightened with surprise when Clay first began to speak, and had then bent forward slightly as

though he meant to interrupt him. His eyebrows were lowered in a straight line, and his lips moved quickly.

``You poor'' he began, contemptuously. ``Bah,'' he exclaimed, ``you're a fool; I should have sent a servant

to talk with you. You are a childbut you are an insolent child,'' he cried, suddenly, his anger breaking out,

``and I shall punish you. You dare to call me names! You shall fight me, you shall fight me tomorrow. You

``If I meet you tomorrow,'' Clay replied, ``I will thrash you for your impertinence. The only reason I don't

do it now is because you are on my doorstep. You had better not meet me tomorrow, or at any other time.

``You are a coward,'' returned the other, quietly, ``and I tell you so before my servant.''

MacWilliams stood still and shook his head. ``Oh, let him alone,'' he said. ``You've got him where you want

``Give me the gun, I tell you,'' repeated Clay. ``I'm not going to hurt him, I'm only going to show him how I

MacWilliams moved grudgingly across the porch and brought back the revolver and handed it to Clay.

At Clay's words the General had retreated hastily to his horse's head and had begun unbuckling the strap of

his holster, and the orderly reached back into the boot for his carbine. Clay told him in Spanish to throw up

his hands, and the man, with a frightened look at his officer, did as the revolver suggested. Then Clay

motioned with his empty hand for the other to desist. ``Don't do that,'' he said, ``I'm not going to hurt you; I'm

He turned and looked at the student lamp inside, where it stood on the table in full view. Then he raised his

revolver. He did not apparently hold it away from him by the butt, as other men do, but let it lie in the palm

of his hand, into which it seemed to fit like the hand of a friend. His first shot broke the top of the glass

chimney, the second shattered the green globe around it, the third put out the light, and the next drove the

lamp crashing to the floor. There was a wild yell of terror from the back of the house, and the noise of a

guitar falling down a flight of steps. ``I have probably killed a very good cook,'' said Clay, ``as I should as

certainly kill you, if I were to meet you. Langham,'' he continued, ``go tell that cook to come back.''

The General sprang into his saddle, and the altitude it gave him seemed to bring back some of the jauntiness

``That was very pretty,'' he said; ``you have been a cowboy, so they tell me. It is quite evident by your

manners. No matter, if we do not meet tomorrow it will be because I have more serious work to do. Two

months from today there will be a new Government in Olancho and a new President, and the mines will

have a new director. I have tried to be your friend, Mr. Clay. See how you like me for an enemy. Goodnight,

``Goodnight,'' said MacWilliams, unmoved. ``Please ask your man to close the gate after you.''

When the sound of the hoofs had died away the men still stood in an uncomfortable silence, with Clay

twirling the revolver around his middle finger. ``I'm sorry I had to make a gallery play of that sort,'' he said.

``Well,'' he said, ``I thought all the trouble was over, but it looks to me as though it had just begun. So far as I

``About fifteen hundred,'' MacWilliams answered. ``But you ought to hear the way they talk of him.''

``They do, eh?'' said Clay, with a smile of satisfaction. ``That's good. `Six hundred slaves who hate their

``Oh, they think you're all right. They know you got them their pay and all that. They'd do a lot for you.''

MacWilliams looked up and laughed uneasily. ``I don't know,'' he said. ``Why, old man? What do you mean

``Oh, I don't know,'' Clay answered. ``I was just wondering whether I should like to be President of Olancho.''

The Langhams were to arrive on Friday, and during the week before that day Clay went about with a long slip

of paper in his pocket which he would consult earnestly in corners, and upon which he would note down the

things that they had left undone. At night he would sit staring at it and turning it over in much concern, and

would beg Langham to tell him what he could have meant when he wrote ``see Weimer,'' or ``clean brasses,''

or ``S. Q. M.'' ``Why should I see Weimer,'' he would exclaim, ``and which brasses, and what does S. Q. M.

They held a fulldress rehearsal in the bungalow to improve its state of preparation, and drilled the servants

and talked English to them, so that they would know what was wanted when the young ladies came. It was an

interesting exercise, and had the three young men been less serious in their anxiety to welcome the coming

guests they would have found themselves very amusingas when Langham would lean over the balcony in

the court and shout back into the kitchen, in what was supposed to be an imitation of his sister's manner,

``Bring my coffee and rolls and don't take all day about it either,'' while Clay and MacWilliams stood

anxiously below to head off the servants when they carried in a can of hot water instead of bringing the

``Of course it's a bit rough and all that,'' Clay would say, ``but they have only to tell us what they want

``Oh, my sisters are all right,'' Langham would reassure him; ``they'll think it's fine. It will be like

But to make sure, and to ``test his girders,'' as Clay put it, they gave a dinner, and after that a breakfast. The

President came to the first, with his wife, the Countess Manuelata, Madame la Presidenta, and Captain Stuart,

late of the Gordon Highlanders, and now in command of the household troops at the Government House and

of the bodyguard of the President. He was a friend of Clay's and popular with every one present, except for

the fact that he occupied this position, instead of serving his own Government in his own army. Some people

said he had been crossed in love, others, less sentimental, that he had forged a check, or mixed up the mess

accounts of his company. But Clay and MacWilliams said it concerned no one why he was there, and then

emphasized the remark by picking a quarrel with a man who had given an unpleasant reason for it. Stuart, so

The dinner went off very well, and the President consented to dine with them in a week, on the invitation of

``Miss Langham is very beautiful, they tell me,'' Madame Alvarez said to Clay. ``I heard of her one winter in

``Yes, I believe she is considered very beautiful,'' Clay said. ``I have only just met her, but she has travelled a

great deal and knows every one who is of interest, and I think you will like her very much.''

``I mean to like her,'' said the woman. ``There are very few of the native ladies who have seen much of the

world beyond a trip to Paris, where they live in their hotels and at the dressmaker's while their husbands

enjoy themselves; and sometimes I am rather heartsick for my home and my own people. I was overjoyed

when I heard Miss Langham was to be with us this winter. But you must not keep her out here to yourselves.

It is too far and too selfish. She must spend some time with me at the Government House.''

``Yes,'' said Clay, ``I am afraid of that. I am afraid the young ladies will find it rather lonely out here.''

``Ah, no,'' exclaimed the woman, quickly. ``You have made it beautiful, and it is only a halfhour's ride,

except when it rains,'' she added, laughing, ``and then it is almost as easy to row as to ride.''

``I will have the road repaired,'' interrupted the President. ``It is my wish, Mr. Clay, that you will command

me in every way; I am most desirous to make the visit of Mr. Langham agreeable to him, he is doing so much

The breakfast was given later in the week, and only men were present. They were the rich planters and

bankers of Valencia, generals in the army, and members of the Cabinet, and officers from the tiny warship

in the harbor. The breeze from the bay touched them through the open doors, the food and wine cheered

them, and the eager courtesy and hospitality of the three Americans pleased and flattered them. They were of

The breakfast lasted far into the afternoon, and, inspired by the success of the banquet, Clay quite

unexpectedly found himself on his feet with his hand on his heart, thanking the guests for the goodwill and

assistance which they had given him in his work. ``I have tramped down your coffee plants, and cut away

your forests, and disturbed your sleep with my engines, and you have not complained,'' he said, in his best

Then Weimer, the Consul, spoke, and told them that in his Annual Consular Report, which he had just

forwarded to the State Department, he had related how ready the Government of Olancho had been to assist

the American company. ``And I hope,'' he concluded, ``that you will allow me, gentlemen, to propose the

The men rose to their feet, one by one, filling their glasses and laughing and saying, ``Viva el Gobernador,''

until they were all standing. Then, as they looked at one another and saw only the faces of friends, some one

The cry was drowned in a yell of exultation, and men sprang cheering to their chairs waving their napkins

above their heads, and those who wore swords drew them and flashed them in the air, and the quiet, lazy

goodnature of the breakfast was turned into an uproarious scene of wild excitement. Clay pushed back his

chair from the head of the table with an anxious look at the servants gathered about the open door, and

Weimer clutched frantically at Langham's elbow and whispered, ``What did I say? For heaven's sake, how

The outburst ceased as suddenly as it had started, and old General Rojas, the VicePresident, called out,

Stuart waited until after the rest had gone, and Clay led him out to the end of the veranda. ``Now will you

``No,'' said the other, ``I thought you knew. Alvarez means to proclaim himself Dictator, if he can, before the

``Well, that's all right,'' said Clay, ``but there's no use shouting the fact all over the shop like thatand they

Stuart laughed easily and shook his head. ``It won't be long before you'll be in it yourself,'' he said.

Clay awoke early Friday morning to hear the shutters beating viciously against the side of the house, and the

wind rushing through the palms, and the rain beating in splashes on the zinc roof. It did not come soothingly

and in a steady downpour, but brokenly, like the rush of waves sweeping over a rough beach. He turned on

the pillow and shut his eyes again with the same impotent and rebellious sense of disappointment that he used

to feel when he had wakened as a boy and found it storming on his holiday, and he tried to sleep once more in

the hope that when he again awoke the sun would be shining in his eyes; but the storm only slackened and

did not cease, and the rain continued to fall with dreary, relentless persistence. The men climbed the muddy

road to the Palms, and viewed in silence the wreck which the night had brought to their plants and garden

paths. Rivulets of muddy water had cut gutters over the lawn and poured out from under the veranda, and

plants and palms lay bent and broken, with their broad leaves bedraggled and coated with mud. The harbor

and the encircling mountains showed dimly through a curtain of warm, sticky rain. To something that

Langham said of making the best of it, MacWilliams replied, gloomily, that he would not be at all surprised if

the ladies refused to leave the ship and demanded to be taken home immediately. ``I am sorry,'' Clay said,

The men walked back to the office in grim silence, and took turns in watching with a glass the arms of the

semaphore, three miles below, at the narrow opening of the bay. Clay smiled nervously at himself, with a

sudden sinking at the heart, and with a hot blush of pleasure, as he thought of how often he had looked at its

great arms out lined like a mast against the sky, and thanked it in advance for telling him that she was near. In

the harbor below, the vessels lay with bare yards and empty decks, the wharves were deserted, and only an

But at twelve o'clock MacWilliams lowered the glass quickly, with a little gasp of excitement, rubbed its

moist lens on the inside of his coat and turned it again toward a limp strip of bunting that was crawling

slowly up the halyards of the semaphore. A second dripping rag answered it from the semaphore in front of

They had planned to wear white duck suits, and go out in a launch with a flag flying, and they had made

MacWilliams purchase a red cummerbund and a pith helmet; but they tumbled into the launch now, wet and

bedraggled as they were, and raced Weimer in his boat, with the American flag clinging to the pole, to the

side of the big steamer as she drew slowly into the bay. Other rowboats and launches and lighters began to

push out from the wharves, men appeared under the sagging awnings of the bare houses along the

riverfront, and the custom and health officers in shining oilskins and puffing damp cigars clambered over

``I see them,'' cried Langham, jumping up and rocking the boat in his excitement. ``There they are in the bow.

That's Hope waving. Hope! hullo, Hope!'' he shouted, ``hullo!'' Clay recognized her standing between the

younger sister and her father, with the rain beating on all of them, and waving her hand to Langham. The men

took off their hats, and as they pulled up alongside she bowed to Clay and nodded brightly. They sent

Langham up the gangway first, and waited until he had made his greetings to his family alone.

``We have had a terrible trip, Mr. Clay,'' Miss Langham said to him, beginning, as people will, with the last

few days, as though they were of the greatest importance; ``and we could see nothing of you at the mines at

all as we passedonly a wet flag, and a lot of very friendly workmen, who cheered and fired off pans of

``They did, did they?'' said Clay, with a satisfied nod. ``That's all right, then. That was a royal salute in your

honor. Kirkland had that to do. He's the foreman of A opening. I am awfully sorry about this rainit spoils

``I hope it hasn't spoiled our breakfast,'' said Mr. Langham. ``We haven't eaten anything this morning,

because we wanted a change of diet, and the captain told us we should be on shore before now.''

``We have some carriages for you at the wharf, and we will drive you right out to the Palms,'' said young

Langham. ``It's shorter by water, but there's a hill that the girls couldn't climb today. That's the house we built

for you, Governor, with the flagpole, up there on the hill; and there's your ugly old pier; and that's where we

live, in the little shack above it, with the tin roof; and that opening to the right is the terminus of the railroad

MacWilliams built. Where's MacWilliams? Here, Mac, I want you to know my father. This is MacWilliams,

There was some delay about the baggage, and in getting the party together in the boats that Langham and the

Consul had brought; and after they had stood for some time on the wet dock, hungry and damp, it was rather

aggravating to find that the carriages which Langham had ordered to be at one pier had gone to another. So

the new arrivals sat rather silently under the shed of the levee on a row of cottonbales, while Clay and

``I wish we didn't have to keep the hood down,'' young Langham said, anxiously, as they at last proceeded

heavily up the muddy streets; ``it makes it so hot, and you can't see anything. Not that it's worth seeing in all

this mud and muck, but it's great when the sun shines. We had planned it all so differently.''

He was alone with his family now in one carriage, and the other men and the servants were before them in

two others. It seemed an interminable ride to them allto the strangers, and to the men who were anxious

that they should be pleased. They left the city at last, and toiled along the limestone road to the Palms,

rocking from side to side and sinking in ruts filled with rushing water. When they opened the flap of the hood

the rain beat in on them, and when they closed it they stewed in a damp, warm atmosphere of wet leather and

``This is worse than a Turkish bath,'' said Hope, faintly. ``Don't you live anywhere, Ted?''

``Oh, it's not far now,'' said the younger brother, dismally; but even as he spoke the carriage lurched forward

and plunged to one side and came to a halt, and they could hear the streams rushing past the wheels like the

water at the bow of a boat. A wet, black face appeared at the opening of the hood, and a man spoke

``He says we're stuck in the mud,'' explained Langham. He looked at them so beseechingly and so pitifully,

with the perspiration streaming down his face, and his clothes damp and bedraggled, that Hope leaned back

and laughed, and his father patted him on the knee. ``It can't be any worse,'' he said, cheerfully; ``it must

Langham looked out to find Clay and MacWilliams kneedeep in the running water, with their shoulders

against the muddy wheels, and the driver lashing at the horses and dragging at their bridles. He sprang out to

their assistance, and Hope, shaking off her sister's detaining hands, jumped out after him, laughing. She

splashed up the hill to the horses' heads, motioning to the driver to release his hold on their bridles.

``That is not the way to treat a horse,'' she said. ``Let me have them. Are you men all ready down there?'' she

called. Each of the three men glued a shoulder to a wheel, and clenched his teeth and nodded. ``All right,

then,'' Hope called back. She took hold of the huge Mexican bits close to the mouth, where the pressure was

not so cruel, and then coaxing and tugging by turns, and slipping as often as the horses themselves, she drew

them out of the mud, and with the help of the men back of the carriage pulled it clear until it stood free again

at the top of the hill. Then she released her hold on the bridles and looked down, in dismay, at her frock and

hands, and then up at the three men. They appeared so utterly miserable and forlorn in their muddy garments,

and with their faces washed with the rain and perspiration, that the girl gave way suddenly to an

uncontrollable shriek of delight. The men stared blankly at her for a moment, and then inquiringly at one

another, and as the humor of the situation struck them they burst into an echoing shout of laughter, which

rose above the noise of the wind and rain, and before which the disappointments and trials of the morning

were swept away. Before they reached the Palms the sun was out and shining with fierce brilliancy, reflecting

MacWilliams and Clay left the Langhams alone together, and returned to the office, where they assured each

other again and again that there was no doubt, from what each had heard different members of the family say,

``They think it's fine!'' said young Langham, who had run down the hill to tell them about it. ``I tell you, they

are pleased. I took them all over the house, and they just exclaimed every minute. Of course,'' he said,

dispassionately, ``I thought they'd like it, but I had no idea it would please them as much as it has. My

Governor is so delighted with the place that he's sitting out there on the veranda now, rocking himself up and

down and taking long breaths of seaair, just as though he owned the whole coastline.''

Langham dined with his people that night, Clay and MacWilliams having promised to follow him up the hill

later. It was a night of much moment to them all, and the two men ate their dinner in silence, each

As he was leaving the room MacWilliams stopped and hovered uncertainly in the doorway.

``Are you going to get yourself into a dresssuit tonight?'' he asked. Clay said that he thought he would; he

``Well, all right, then,'' the other returned, reluctantly. ``I'll do it for this once, if you mean to, but you needn't

think I'm going to make a practice of it, for I'm not. I haven't worn a dresssuit,'' he continued, as though

explaining his principles in the matter, ``since your spread when we opened the railroad that's six months

ago; and the time before that I wore one at MacGolderick's funeral. MacGolderick blew himself up at Puerto

Truxillo, shooting rocks for the breakwater. We never found all of him, but we gave what we could get

together as fine a funeral as those natives ever saw. The boys, they wanted to make him look respectable, so

they asked me to lend them my dresssuit, but I told them I meant to wear it myself. That's how I came to

``MacWilliams,'' said Clay, as he stuck the toe of one boot into the heel of the other, ``if I had your

imagination I'd give up railroading and take to writing war clouds for the newspapers.''

``Well, let it go,'' returned MacWilliams, gloomily; ``but there's been funerals for less than that, let me tell

A halfhour later MacWilliams appeared in the door and stood gazing attentively at Clay arranging his tie

``No wonder you voted to dress up,'' he exclaimed finally, in a tone of personal injury. ``That's not a

dresssuit you've got on anyway. It hasn't any tails. And I hope for your sake, Mr. Clay,'' he continued, his

voice rising in plaintive indignation, ``that you are not going to play that scarf on us for a vest. And you

haven't got a high collar on, either. That's only a rough blue print of a dresssuit. Why, you look just as

``Well, but look at me,'' cried the other. ``Do I look cool? Do I look happy or comfortable? No, I don't. I look

just about the way I feel, like a fool undertaker. I'm going to take this thing right off. You and Ted Langham

can wear your silk scarfs and bobtail coats, if you like, but if they don't want me in white duck they don't get

When they reached the Palms, Clay asked Miss Langham if she did not want to see his view. ``And perhaps,

if you appreciate it properly, I will make you a present of it,'' he said, as he walked before her down the

``Couldn't we share it?'' They had left the others seated facing the bay, with MacWilliams and young

Langham on the broad steps of the veranda, and the younger sister and her father sitting in long bamboo

Clay and Miss Langham were quite alone. From the high cliff on which the Palms stood they could look

down the narrow inlet that joined the ocean and see the moonlight turning the water into a rippling ladder of

light and gilding the dark green leaves of the palms near them with a border of silver. Directly below them

lay the waters of the bay, reflecting the red and green lights of the ships at anchor, and beyond them again

were the yellow lights of the town, rising one above the other as the city crept up the hill. And back of all

were the mountains, grim and mysterious, with white clouds sleeping in their huge valleys, like masses of

Except for the ceaseless murmur of the insect life about them the night was absolutely stillso still that the

striking of the ships' bells in the harbor came to them sharply across the surface of the water, and they could

hear from time to time the splash of some great fish and the steady creaking of an oar in a rowlock that grew

fainter and fainter as it grew further away, until it was drowned in the distance. Miss Langham was for a long

time silent. She stood with her hands clasped behind her, gazing from side to side into the moonlight, and had

``Well,'' he said at last, ``I think you appreciate it properly. I was afraid you would exclaim about it, and say it

Miss Langham turned to him and smiled slightly. ``And you told me once that you knew me so very well,''

Clay chose to forget much that he had said on that night when he had first met her. He knew that he had been

bold then, and had dared to be so because he did not think he would see her again; but, now that he was to

meet her every day through several months, it seemed better to him that they should grow to know each other

as they really were, simply and sincerely, and without forcing the situation in any way.

So he replied, ``I don't know you so well now. You must remember I haven't seen you for a year.''

``Yes, but you hadn't seen me for twentytwo years then,'' she answered. ``I don't think you have changed

much,'' she went on. ``I expected to find you gray with cares. Ted wrote us about the way you work all day at

the mines and sit up all night over calculations and plans and reports. But you don't show it. When are you

going to take us over the mines? Tomorrow? I am very anxious to see them, but I suppose father will want

to inspect them first. Hope knows all about them, I believe; she knows their names, and how much you have

taken out, and how much you have put in, too, and what MacWilliams's railroad cost, and who got the

contract for the ore pier. Ted told us in his letters, and she used to work it out on the map in father's study.

She is a most energetic child; I think sometimes she should have been a boy. I wish I could be the help to any

one that she is to my father and to me. Whenever I am blue or down she makes fun of me, and''

``There is no real reason, I suppose,'' the girl answered, smiling, ``except that life is so very easy for me that I

have to invent some woes. I should be better for a few reverses.'' And then she went on in a lower voice, and

turning her head away, ``In our family there is no woman older than I am to whom I can go with questions

that trouble me. Hope is like a boy, as I said, and plays with Ted, and my father is very busy with his affairs,

and since my mother died I have been very much alone. A man cannot understand. And I cannot understand

why I should be speaking to you about myself and my troubles, except'' she added, a little wistfully, ``that

you once said you were interested in me, even if it was as long as a year ago. And because I want you to be

very kind to me, as you have been to Ted, and I hope that we are going to be very good friends.''

She was so beautiful, standing in the shadow with the moonlight about her and with her hand held out to him,

that Clay felt as though the scene were hardly real. He took her hand in his and held it for a moment. His

pleasure in the sweet friendliness of her manner and in her beauty was so great that it kept him silent.

``Friends!'' he laughed under his breath. ``I don't think there is much danger of our not being friends. The

Miss Langham made no sign that she had heard him, but turned and walked out into the moonlight and down

Young Langham had ordered a native orchestra of guitars and reed instruments from the town to serenade his

people, and they were standing in front of the house in the moonlight as Miss Langham and Clay came

forward. They played the shrill, eerie music of their country with a passion and feeling that filled out the

strange tropical scene around them; but Clay heard them only as an accompaniment to his own thoughts, and

as a part of the beautiful night and the tall, beautiful girl who had dominated it. He watched her from the

shadow as she sat leaning easily forward and looking into the night. The moonlight fell full upon her, and

though she did not once look at him or turn her head in his direction, he felt as though she must be conscious

of his presence, as though there were already an understanding between them which she herself had

established. She had asked him to be her friend. That was only a pretty speech, perhaps; but she had spoken

of herself, and had hinted at her perplexities and her loneliness, and he argued that while it was no

compliment to be asked to share another's pleasure, it must mean something when one was allowed to learn a

And while his mind was flattered and aroused by this promise of confidence between them, he was rejoicing

in the rare quality of her beauty, and in the thought that she was to be near him, and near him here, of all

places. It seemed a very wonderful thing to Claysomething that could only have happened in a novel or a

play. For while the man and the hour frequently appeared together, he had found that the one woman in the

world and the place and the man was a much more difficult combination to bring into effect. No one, he

assured himself thankfully, could have designed a more lovely setting for his lovestory, if it was to be a

lovestory, and he hoped it was, than this into which she had come of her own free will. It was a land of

romance and adventure, of guitars and latticed windows, of warm brilliant days and gorgeous silent nights,

under purple heavens and white stars. And he was to have her all to himself, with no one near to interrupt, no

other friends, even, and no possible rival. She was not guarded now by a complex social system, with its

responsibilities. He was the most lucky of men. Others had only seen her in her drawingroom or in an

operabox, but he was free to ford mountainstreams at her side, or ride with her under arches of the great

palms, or to play a guitar boldly beneath her window. He was free to come and go at any hour; not only free

to do so, but the very nature of his duties made it necessary that they should be thrown constantly together.

The music of the violins moved him and touched him deeply, and stirred depths at which he had not guessed.

It made him humble and deeply grateful, and he felt how mean and unworthy he was of such great happiness.

He had never loved any woman as he felt that he could love this woman, as he hoped that he was to love her.

For he was not so far blinded by her beauty and by what he guessed her character to be, as to imagine that he

really knew her. He only knew what he hoped she was, what he believed the soul must be that looked out of

those kind, beautiful eyes, and that found utterance in that wonderful voice which could control him and

He felt, as he looked at the group before him, how lonely his own life had been, how hard he had worked for

so littlefor what other men found ready at hand when they were born into the world.

He felt almost a touch of selfpity at his own imperfectness; and the power of his will and his confidence in

himself, of which he was so proud, seemed misplaced and little. And then he wondered if he had not

neglected chances; but in answer to this his injured selflove rose to rebut the idea that he had wasted any

portion of his time, and he assured himself that he had done the work that he had cut out for himself to do as

best he could; no one but himself knew with what courage and spirit. And so he sat combating with himself,

hoping one moment that she would prove what he believed her to be, and the next, scandalized at his temerity

The spell lifted as the music ceased, and Clay brought himself back to the moment and looked about him as

though he were waking from a dream and had expected to see the scene disappear and the figures near him

Young Langham had taken a guitar from one of the musicians and pressed it upon MacWilliams, with

imperative directions to sing such and such songs, of which, in their isolation, they had grown to think most

MacWilliams had a tenor voice which he maltreated in the most villanous manner by singing directly through

his nose. He had a taste for sentimental songs, in which ``kiss'' rhymed with ``bliss,'' and in which ``the

people cry'' was always sure to be followed with ``as she goes by, that's pretty Katie Moody,'' or ``Rosie

McIntyre.'' He had gathered his songs at the side of campfires, and in canteens at the first sectionhouse of a

new railroad, and his original collection of ballads had had but few additions in several years. MacWilliams

at first was shy, which was quite a new development, until he made them promise to laugh if they wanted to

laugh, explaining that he would not mind that so much as he would the idea that he thought he was serious.

The song of which he was especially fond was one called ``He never cares to wander from his own Fireside,''

which was especially appropriate in coming from a man who had visited almost every spot in the three

Americas, except his home, in ten years. MacWilliams always ended the evening's entertainment with this

chorus, no matter how many times it had been sung previously, and seemed to regard it with much the same

``He never cares to wander from his own fireside, He never cares to wander or to roam. With his babies on

his knee, He's as happy as can be, For there's no place like Home, Sweet Home.''

MacWilliams loved accidentals, and what he called ``barbershop chords.'' He used a beautiful accidental at

the word ``be,'' of which he was very fond, and he used to hang on that note for a long time, so that those in

the extreme rear of the hall, as he was wont to explain, should get the full benefit of it. And it was his custom

to emphasize ``for'' in the last line by speaking instead of singing it, and then coming to a full stop before

dashing on again with the excellent truth that ``there is NO place like Home, Sweet Home.''

The men at the mines used to laugh at him and his song at first, but they saw that it was not to be so laughed

away, and that he regarded it with some peculiar sentiment. So they suffered him to sing it in peace.

MacWilliams went through his repertoire to the unconcealed amusement of young Langham and Hope. When

he had finished he asked Hope if she knew a comic song of which he had only heard by reputation. One of

the men at the mines had gained a certain celebrity by claiming to have heard it in the States, but as he gave a

completely new set of words to the tune of the ``Wearing of the Green'' as the true version, his veracity was

doubted. Hope said she knew it, of course, and they all went into the drawingroom, where the men grouped

themselves about the piano. It was a night they remembered long afterward. Hope sat at the piano protesting

and laughing, but singing the songs of which the newcomers had become so weary, but which the three men

heard openeyed, and hailed with shouts of pleasure. The others enjoyed them and their delight, as though

they were people in a play expressing themselves in this extravagant manner for their entertainment, until

they understood how povertystricken their lives had been and that they were not only enjoying the music for

itself, but because it was characteristic of all that they had left behind them. It was pathetic to hear them boast

of having read of a certain song in such a paper, and of the fact that they knew the plot of a late comic opera

and the names of those who had played in it, and that it had or had not been acceptable to the New York

``Dear me,'' Hope would cry, looking over her shoulder with a despairing glance at her sister and father,

It was a very happy evening for them all, foreshadowing, as it did, a continuation of just such evenings.

Young Langham was radiant with pleasure at the good account which Clay had given of him to his father,

and Mr. Langham was gratified, and proud of the manner in which his son and heir had conducted himself;

and MacWilliams, who had never before been taken so simply and sincerely by people of a class that he had

always held in humorous awe, felt a sudden accession of dignity, and an unhappy fear that when they laughed

at what he said, it was because its sense was so utterly different from their point of view, and not because

they saw the humor of it. He did not know what the word ``snob'' signified, and in his roughened, easygoing

nature there was no touch of false pride; but he could not help thinking how surprised his people would be if

they could see him, whom they regarded as a wanderer and renegade on the face of the earth and the prodigal

of the family, and for that reason the best loved, leaning over a grand piano, while one daughter of his

muchrevered president played comic songs for his delectation, and the other, who according to the

newspapers refused princes daily, and who was the most wonderful creature he had ever seen, poured out his

The evening came to an end at last, and the new arrivals accompanied their visitors to the veranda as they

started to their cabin for the night. Clay was asking Mr. Langham when he wished to visit the mines, and the

others were laughing over farewell speeches, when young Langham startled them all by hurrying down the

``Look!'' he cried, pointing down the inlet. ``Here comes a man ofwar, or a yacht. Isn't she smartlooking?

What can she want here at this hour of the night? They won't let them land. Can you make her out,

A long, white ship was steaming slowly up the inlet, and passed within a few hundred feet of the cliff on

``Why, it's the `Vesta'!'' exclaimed Hope, wonderingly. ``I thought she wasn't coming for a week?''

``It can't be the `Vesta'!'' said the elder sister; ``she was not to have sailed from Havana until today.''

``What do you mean?'' asked Langham. ``Is it King's boat? Do you expect him here? Oh, what fun! I say,

Clay, here's the `Vesta,' Reggie King's yacht, and he's no end of a sport. We can go all over the place now,

``Is it the King I met at dinner that night?'' asked Clay, turning to Miss Langham.

``Yes,'' she said. ``He wanted us to come down on the yacht, but we thought the steamer would be faster; so

he sailed without us and was to have touched at Havana, but he has apparently changed his course. Doesn't

Young Langham thought he could distinguish King among the white figures on the bridge, and tossed his hat

and shouted, and a man in the stern of the yacht replied with a wave of his hand.

``That must be Mr. King,'' said Hope. ``He didn't bring any one with him, and he seems to be the only man

They stood watching the yacht as she stopped with a rattle of anchorchains and a confusion of orders that

came sharply across the water, and then the party separated and the three men walked down the hill,

Langham eagerly assuring the other two that King was a very good sort, and telling them what a

treasurehouse his yacht was, and how he would have probably brought the latest papers, and that he would

The men stood for some short time together, after they had reached the office, discussing the great events of

the day, and then with cheerful goodnights disappeared into their separate rooms.

An hour later Clay stood without his coat, and with a pen in his hand, at MacWilliams's bedside and shook

``I'm not asleep,'' said MacWilliams, sitting up; ``what is it? What have you been doing?'' he demanded. ``Not

``There were some reports came in after we left,'' said Clay, ``and I find I will have to see Kirkland

tomorrow morning. Send them word to run me down on an engine at fivethirty, will you? I am sorry to

MacWilliams jumped from his bed and began kicking about the floor for his boots. ``Oh, that's all right,'' he

said. ``I wasn't asleep, I was just'' he lowered his voice that Langham might not hear him through the

canvas partitions``I was just lying awake playing duets with the President, and racing for the International

MacWilliams buttoned a waterproof coat over his pajamas and stamped his bare feet into his boots. ``Oh, I

tell you, Clay,'' he said with a grim chuckle, ``we're mixing right in with the four hundred, we are! I'm

substitute and understudy when anybody gets ill. We're right in our own class at last! Pure amateurs with no

professional record against us. Me and President Langham, I guess!'' He struck a match and lit the smoky

``But now,'' he said, cheerfully, ``my time being too valuable for me to sleep, I will go wake up that nigger

enginedriver and set his alarm clock at fivethirty. Fivethirty, I believe you said. All right; goodnight.''

And whistling cheerfully to himself MacWilliams disappeared up the hill, his body hidden in the darkness

Clay walked out upon the veranda and stood with his back to one of the pillars. MacWilliams and his

pleasantries disturbed and troubled him. Perhaps, after all, the boy was right. It seemed absurd, but it was

true. They were only employees of Langham two of the thousands of young men who were working all

over the United States to please him, to make him richer, to whom he was only a name and a power, which

Clay laughed and shrugged his shoulders. He knew that he was not in that class; if he did good work it was

because his self respect demanded it of him; he did not work for Langham or the Olancho Mining Company

(Limited). And yet he turned with almost a feeling of resentment toward the white yacht lying calmly in

He could see her as clearly in her circle of electric lights as though she were a picture and held in the light of

a stereopticon on a screen. He could see her white decks, and the rails of polished brass, and the comfortable

wicker chairs and gay cushions and flat coils of rope, and the tapering masts and intricate rigging. How easy

it was made for some men! This one had come like the prince in the fairy tale on his magic carpet. If Alice

Langham were to leave Valencia that next day, Clay could not follow her. He had his duties and

But this Prince Fortunatus had but to raise anchor and start in pursuit, knowing that he would be welcome

wherever he found her. That was the worst of it to Clay, for he knew that men did not follow women from

continent to continent without some assurance of a friendly greeting. Clay's mind went back to the days when

he was a boy, when his father was absent fighting for a lost cause; when his mother taught in a little

schoolhouse under the shadow of Pike's Peak, and when Kit Carson was his hero. He thought of the poverty

of those days poverty so mean and hopeless that it was almost something to feel shame for; of the days that

followed when, an orphan and without a home, he had sailed away from New Orleans to the Cape. How the

mind of the mathematician, which he had inherited from the Boston schoolmistress, had been swayed by the

spirit of the soldier, which he had inherited from his father, and which led him from the mines of South

Africa to little wars in Madagascar, Egypt, and Algiers. It had been a life as restless as the seaweed on a rock.

But as he looked back to its poor beginnings and admitted to himself its later successes, he gave a sigh of

He looked up the hill to the lowroofed bungalow with the palm leaves about it, outlined against the sky,

and as motionless as patterns cut in tin. He had built that house. He had built it for her. That was her room

where the light was shining out from the black bulk of the house about it like a star. And beyond the house he

saw his five great mountains, the knuckles of the giant hand, with its gauntlet of iron that lay shut and

clenched in the face of the sea that swept up whimpering before it. Clay felt a boyish, foolish pride rise in his

breast as he looked toward the great mines he had discovered and opened, at the iron mountains that were

He turned his eyes again to the blazing yacht, and this time there was no trace of envy in them. He laughed

instead, partly with pleasure at the thought of the struggle he scented in the air, and partly at his own

``I'm not afraid,'' he said, smiling, and shaking his head at the white ship that loomed up like a manofwar

in the black waters. ``I'm not afraid to fight you for anything worth fighting for.

He bowed his bared head in goodnight toward the light on the hill, as he turned and walked back into his

bedroom. ``And I think,'' he murmured grimly, as he put out the light, ``that she is worth fighting for.''

The work which had called Clay to the mines kept him there for some time, and it was not until the third day

after the arrival of the Langhams that he returned again to the Palms. On the afternoon when he climbed the

hill to the bungalow he found the Langhams as he had left them, with the difference that King now occupied

a place in the family circle. Clay was made so welcome, and especially so by King, that he felt rather

ashamed of his sentiments toward him, and considered his three days of absence to be well repaid by the

``For myself,'' said Mr. Langham, ``I don't believe you had anything to do at the mines at all. I think you went

away just to show us how necessary you are. But if you want me to make a good report of our resident

director on my return, you had better devote yourself less to the mines while you are here and more to us.''

Clay said he was glad to find that his duties were to be of so pleasant a nature, and asked them what they had

They told him they had been nowhere, but had waited for his return in order that he might act as their guide.

``Then you should see the city at once,'' said Clay, ``and I will have the volante brought to the door, and we

can all go in this afternoon. There is room for the four of you inside, and I can sit on the boxseat with the

``No,'' said King, ``let Hope or me sit on the boxseat. Then we can practise our Spanish on the driver.''

``Not very well,'' Clay replied, ``for the driver sits on the first horse, like a postilion. It's a sort of tandem

without reins. Haven't you seen it yet? We consider the volante our proudest exhibit.'' So Clay ordered the

volante to be brought out, and placed them facing each other in the open carriage, while he climbed to the

boxseat, from which position of vantage he pointed out and explained the objects of interest they passed,

after the manner of a professional guide. It was a warm, beautiful afternoon, and the clear mists of the

atmosphere intensified the rich blue of the sky, and the brilliant colors of the houses, and the different shades

``To the right, as we descend,'' said Clay, speaking over his shoulder, ``you see a tin house. It is the home of

the resident director of the Olancho Mining Company (Limited), and of his able lieutenants, Mr. Theodore

Langham and Mr. MacWilliams. The building on the extreme left is the roundhouse, in which Mr.

MacWilliams stores his three locomotive engines, and in the far middledistance is Mr. MacWilliams himself

in the act of repairing a watertank. He is the one in a suit of blue overalls, and as his language at such times

is free, we will drive rapidly on and not embarrass him. Besides,'' added the engineer, with the happy laugh of

a boy who had been treated to a holiday, ``I am sure that I am not setting him the example of fixity to duty

They passed between high hedges of Spanish bayonet, and came to mud cabins thatched with palmleaves,

and alive with naked, little brownbodied children, who laughed and cheered to them as they passed.

``It's a very beautiful country for the pueblo,'' was Clay's comment. ``Different parts of the same tree furnish

them with food, shelter, and clothing, and the sun gives them fuel, and the Government changes so often that

From the mud cabins they came to more substantial onestory houses of adobe, with the walls painted in two

distinct colors, blue, pink, or yellow, with redtiled roofs, and the names with which they had been christened

in bold black letters above the entrances. Then the carriage rattled over paved streets, and they drove between

houses of two stories painted more decorously in pink and light blue, with wideopen windows, guarded by

heavy bars of finely wrought iron and ornamented with scrollwork in stucco. The principal streets were given

up to stores and cafe's, all wide open to the pavement and protected from the sun by brilliantly striped

awnings, and gay with the national colors of Olancho in flags and streamers. In front of them sat officers in

uniform, and the darkskinned dandies of Valencia, in white duck suits and Panama hats, toying with tortoise

shell canes, which could be converted, if the occasion demanded, into blades of Toledo steel. In the streets

were priests and barelegged mule drivers, and ragged ranchmen with redcaped cloaks hanging to their

sandals, and negro women, with bare shoulders and long trains, vending lottery tickets and rolling huge cigars

between their lips. It was an old story to Clay and King, but none of the others had seen a SpanishAmerican

city before; they were familiar with the Far East and the Mediterranean, but not with the fierce, hot tropics of

their sister continent, and so their eyes were wide open, and they kept calling continually to one another to

They in their turn did not escape from notice or comment. The two sisters would have been conspicuous

anywherein a queen's drawingroom or on an Indian reservation. Theirs was a type that the caballeros and

senoritas did not know. With them dark hair was always associated with dark complexions, the rich duskiness

of which was always vulgarized by a coat of powder, and this fair blending of pink and white skin under

masses of black hair was strangely new, so that each of the few women who were to be met on the street

turned to look after the carriage, while the American women admired their mantillas, and felt that the straw

Clay was very happy in picking out what was most characteristic and picturesque, and every street into which

he directed the driver to take them seemed to possess some building or monument that was of peculiar

interest. They did not know that he had mapped out this ride many times before, and was taking them over a

route which he had already travelled with them in imagination. King knew what the capital would be like

before he entered it, from his experience of other South American cities, but he acted as though it were all

new to him, and allowed Clay to explain, and to give the reason for those features of the place that were

unusual and characteristic. Clay noticed this and appealed to him from time to time, when he was in doubt;

but the other only smiled back and shook his head, as much as to say, ``This is your city; they would rather

Clay took them to the principal shops, where the two girls held whispered consultations over lace mantillas,

which they had at once determined to adopt, and bought the gorgeous paper fans, covered with brilliant

pictures of bullfighters in suits of silver tinsel; and from these open stores he led them to a dingy little shop,

where there was old silver and precious handpainted fans of motherofpearl that had been pawned by

families who had risked and lost all in some revolution; and then to another shop, where two old maiden

ladies made a particularly good guava; and to tobacconists, where the men bought a few of the native cigars,

which, as they were a monopoly of the Government, were as bad as Government monopolies always are.

Clay felt a sudden fondness for the city, so grateful was he to it for entertaining her as it did, and for putting

its best front forward for her delectation. He wanted to thank some one for building the quaint old convent,

with its yellow walls washed to an orange tint, and black in spots with dampness; and for the fountain

covered with green moss that stood before its gate, and around which were gathered the girls and women of

the neighborhood with red waterjars on their shoulders, and little donkeys buried under stacks of yellow

sugarcane, and the negro drivers of the city's green watercarts, and the blue wagons that carried the

manufactured ice. Toward five o'clock they decided to spend the rest of the day in the city, and to telephone

for the two boys to join them at La Venus, the great restaurant on the plaza, where Clay had invited them to

He suggested that they should fill out the time meanwhile by a call on the President, and after a search for

cards in various pocketbooks, they drove to the Government palace, which stood in an open square in the

As they arrived the President and his wife were leaving for their afternoon drive on the Alameda, the

fashionable paradeground of the city, and the state carriage and a squad of cavalry appeared from the side of

the palace as the visitors drove up to the entrance. But at the sight of Clay, General Alvarez and his wife

retreated to the house again and made them welcome. The President led the men into his receptionroom and

entertained them with champagne and cigarettes, not manufactured by his Government; and his wife, after

first conducting the girls through the state drawingroom, where the late sunlight shone gloomily on strange

old portraits of assassinated presidents and victorious generals, and garish yellow silk furniture, brought them

to her own apartments, and gave them tea after a civilized fashion, and showed them how glad she was to see

During their short visit Madame Alvarez talked a greater part of the time herself, addressing what she said to

Miss Langham, but looking at Hope. It was unusual for Hope to be singled out in this way when her sister

was present, and both the sisters noticed it and spoke of it afterwards. They thought Madame Alvarez very

beautiful and distinguishedlooking, and she impressed them, even after that short knowledge of her, as a

``She was very well dressed for a Spanish woman,'' was Miss Langham's comment, later in the afternoon.

``But everything she had on was just a year behind the fashions, or twelve steamer days behind, as Mr.

Hope said she did not know why; she was not given to analyzing her impressions or offering reasons for

them. ``Because the panther looked so unhappy,'' she explained, doubtfully, ``and restless; and he kept pacing

up and down all the time, and hitting his head against the bars as he walked as though he liked the pain.

Madame Alvarez seemed to me to be just like thatas though she were shut up somewhere and wanted to be

When Madame Alvarez and the two sisters had joined the men, they all walked together to the terrace, and

the visitors waited until the President and his wife should take their departure. Hope noticed, in advance of

the escort of native cavalry, an auburn haired, fairskinned young man who was sitting an English saddle.

The officer's eyes were blue and frank and attractivelooking, even as they then were fixed ahead of him with

a military lack of expression; but he came to life very suddenly when the President called to him, and

prodded his horse up to the steps and dismounted. He was introduced by Alvarez as ``Captain Stuart of my

household troops, late of the Gordon Highlanders. Captain Stuart,'' said the President, laying his hand

affectionately on the younger man's epaulette, ``takes care of my life and the safety of my home and family.

He could have the command of the army if he wished; but no, he is fond of us, and he tells me we are in more

need of protection from our friends at home than from our enemies on the frontier. Perhaps he knows best. I

trust him, Mr. Langham,'' added the President, solemnly, ``as I trust no other man in all this country.''

``I am very glad to meet Captain Stuart, I am sure,'' said Mr. Langham, smiling, and appreciating how the

shyness of the Englishman must be suffering under the praises of the Spaniard. And Stuart was indeed so

embarrassed that he flushed under his tan, and assured Clay, while shaking hands with them all, that he was

delighted to make his acquaintance; at which the others laughed, and Stuart came to himself sufficiently to

They found the two boys waiting in the cafe' of the restaurant where they had arranged to meet, and they

ascended the steps together to the table on the balcony that Clay had reserved for them.

The young engineer appeared at his best as host. The responsibility of seeing that a halfdozen others were

amused and content sat well upon him; and as course followed course, and the wines changed, and the

candles left the rest of the room in darkness and showed only the table and the faces around it, they all

Clay knew the kind of tabletalk to which the Langhams were accustomed, and used the material around his

table in such a way that the talk there was vastly different. From King he drew forth tales of the buried cities

he had first explored, and then robbed of their ugliest idols. He urged MacWilliams to tell carefully edited

stories of life along the Chagres before the Scandal came, and of the fastnesses of the Andes; and even Stuart

grew braver and remembered ``something of the same sort'' he had seen at Fort Nilt, in Upper Burma.

``Of course,'' was Clay's comment at the conclusion of one of these narratives, ``being an Englishman, Stuart

left out the point of the story, which was that he blew in the gates of the fort with a charge of dynamite. He

``Being an Englishman,'' said Hope, smiling encouragingly on the conscious Stuart, ``he naturally would

Mr. Langham and his daughters formed an eager audience. They had never before met at one table three men

who had known such experiences, and who spoke of them as though they must be as familiar in the lives of

the others as in their ownmen who spoiled in the telling stories that would have furnished incidents for

melodramas, and who impressed their hearers more with what they left unsaid, and what was only suggested,

The dinner came to an end at last, and Mr. Langham proposed that they should go down and walk with the

people in the plaza; but his two daughters preferred to remain as spectators on the balcony, and Clay and

``At last!'' sighed Clay, under his breath, seating himself at Miss Langham's side as she sat leaning forward

with her arms upon the railing and looking down into the plaza below. She made no sign at first that she had

heard him, but as the voices of Stuart and Hope rose from the other end of the balcony she turned her head

``Oh, you couldn't understand,'' laughed Clay. ``You have not been looking forward to just one thing and then

had it come true. It is the only thing that ever did come true to me, and I thought it never would.''

``You don't try to make me understand,'' said the girl, smiling, but without turning her eyes from the moving

spectacle below her. Clay considered her challenge silently. He did not know just how much it might mean

from her, and the smile robbed it of all serious intent; so he, too, turned and looked down into the great

At one end of the plaza the President's band was playing native waltzes that came throbbing through the trees

and beating softly above the rustling skirts and clinking spurs of the senoritas and officers, sweeping by in

two opposite circles around the edges of the tessellated pavements. Above the palms around the square arose

the dim, white facade of the cathedral, with the bronze statue of Anduella, the liberator of Olancho, who

answered with his upraised arm and cocked hat the cheers of an imaginary populace. Clay's had been an

unobtrusive part in the evening's entertainment, but he saw that the others had been pleased, and felt a certain

satisfaction in thinking that King himself could not have planned and carried out a dinner more admirable in

every way. He was gratified that they should know him to be not altogether a barbarian. But what he best

liked to remember was that whenever he had spoken she had listened, even when her eyes were turned away

and she was pretending to listen to some one else. He tormented himself by wondering whether this was

because he interested her only as a new and strange character, or whether she felt in some way how eagerly

he was seeking her approbation. For the first time in his life he found himself considering what he was about

to say, and he suited it for her possible liking. It was at least some satisfaction that she had, if only for the

time being, singled him out as of especial interest, and he assured himself that the fault would be his if her

Stuart's voice arose from the farther end of the balcony, where the white figure of Hope showed dimly in the

``They are talking about you over there,'' said Miss Langham, turning toward him.

``Well, I don't mind,'' answered Clay, ``as long as they talk about meover there.''

Miss Langham shook her head. ``You are very frank and audacious,'' she replied, doubtfully, ``but it is rather

``I don't call that audacious, to say I don't want to be interrupted when I am talking to you. Aren't the men

you meet generally audacious?'' he asked. ``I can see why notthough,'' he continued, ``you awe them.''

``I can't think that's a nice way to affect people,'' protested Miss Langham, after a pause. ``I don't awe you, do

``Oh, you affect me in many different ways,'' returned Clay, cheerfully. ``Sometimes I am very much afraid

``Well, I can't help doing that,'' said Clay. ``That is one of the few privileges that is left to a man in my

positionit doesn't matter what I say. That is the advantage of being of no account and hopelessly

detrimental. The eligible men of the world, you see, have to be so very careful. A Prime Minister, for

instance, can't talk as he wishes, and call names if he wants to, or write letters, even. Whatever he says is so

important, because he says it, that he must be very discreet. I am so unimportant that no one minds what I

``Are you in the habit of going around the world saying whatever you choose to every woman you happen

``To meet,'' corrected Miss Langham. ``Because, if you are, it is a very dangerous and selfish practice, and I

``Well, I wouldn't say it to a child,'' mused Clay, ``but to one who must have heard it before''

``And who, you think, would like to hear it again, perhaps,'' interrupted Miss Langham.

``No, not at all,'' said Clay. ``I don't say it to give her pleasure, but because it gives me pleasure to say what I

``If we are to continue good friends, Mr. Clay,'' said Miss Langham, in decisive tones, ``we must keep our

relationship on more of a social and less of a personal basis. It was all very well that first night I met you,''

``You rushed in then and by a sort of tour de force made me think a great deal about myself and also about

you. Your stories of cherished photographs and distant devotion and all that were very interesting; but now

we are to be together a great deal, and if we are to talk about ourselves all the time, I for one shall grow very

tired of it. As a matter of fact you don't know what your feelings are concerning me, and until you do we will

talk less about them and more about the things you are certain of. When are you going to take us to the mines,

for instance, and who was Anduella, the Liberator of Olancho, on that pedestal over there? Now, isn't that

Clay smiled grimly and made no answer, but sat with knitted brows looking out across the trees of the plaza.

His face was so serious and he was apparently giving such earnest consideration to what she had said that

Miss Langham felt an uneasy sense of remorse. And, moreover, the young man's profile, as he sat looking

away from her, was very fine, and the head on his broad shoulders was as wellmodelled as the head of an

Miss Langham was not insensible to beauty of any sort, and she regarded the profile with perplexity and with

``You understand,'' she said, gently, being quite certain that she did not understand this new order of young

Clay turned and frowned, and then smiled in a puzzled way and stretched out his hand toward the equestrian

``Andulla or Anduella, the TreatyMaker, as they call him, was born in 1700,'' he said; ``he was a most

picturesque sort of a chap, and freed this country from the yoke of Spain. One of the stories they tell of him

gives you a good idea of his character.'' And so, without any change of expression or reference to what had

just passed between them, Clay continued through the remainder of their stay on the balcony to discourse in

humorous, graphic phrases on the history of Olancho, its heroes, and its revolutions, the buccaneers and

pirates of the old days, and the concessionhunters and filibusters of the present. It was some time before

Miss Langham was able to give him her full attention, for she was considering whether he could be so foolish

as to have taken offence at what she said, and whether he would speak of it again, and in wondering whether

a personal basis for conversation was not, after all, more entertaining than anecdotes of the victories and

``That Captain Stuart,'' said Hope to her sister, as they drove home together through the moonlight, ``I like

him very much. He seems to have such a simple idea of what is right and good. It is like a child talking. Why,

``I suppose it's because we always talk before you as though you were a grownup person,'' said her sister.

``But I agree with you about Captain Stuart; only, why is he down here? If he is a gentleman, why is he not in

``Oh, he seems to have a very good position here,'' said Mr. Langham. ``In England, at his age, he would be

only a second lieutenant. Don't you remember what the President said, that he would trust him with the

command of his army? That's certainly a responsible position, and it shows great confidence in him.''

``Not so great, it seems to me,'' said King, carelessly, ``as he is showing him in making him the guardian of

his hearth and home. Did you hear what he said today? `He guards my home and my family.' I don't think a

man's home and family are among the things he can afford to leave to the protection of stray English

subalterns. From all I hear, it would be better if President Alvarez did less plotting and protected his own

``The young man did not strike me as the sort of person,'' said Mr. Langham, warmly, ``who would be likely

to break his word to the man who is feeding him and sheltering him, and whose uniform he wears. I don't

Clay turned suddenly in his place on the boxseat of the carriage, where he had been sitting, a silent, misty

``Madame Alvarez needs no protection, as you were about to say, Mr. Langham,'' he interrupted, quickly.

``Those who know her could say nothing against her, and those who do not know her would not so far forget

themselves as to dare to do it. Have you noticed the effect of the moonlight on the walls of the convent?'' he

``No,'' exclaimed Mr. Langham and King, hurriedly, as they both turned and gazed with absorbing interest at

Before the sisters went to sleep that night Hope came to the door of her sister's room and watched Alice

``I think it's going to be fine down here; don't you, Alice?'' she asked. ``Everything is so different from what

it is at home, and so beautiful, and I like the men we've met. Isn't that Mr. MacWilliams funnyand he is so

tough. And Captain Stuartit is a pity he's shy. The only thing he seems to be able to talk about is Mr. Clay.

``Yes,'' assented her sister, ``I noticed on the balcony that you seemed to have found some way to make him

``Well, that was it. He likes to talk about Mr. Clay, and I wanted to listen. Oh! he is a fine man. He has done

``NoMr. Clay. He's been in three real wars and about a dozen little ones, and he's built thousands of miles

of railroads, I don't know how many thousands, but Captain Stuart knows; and he built the highest bridge in

Peru. It swings in the air across a chasm, and it rocks when the wind blows. And the German Emperor made

``I don't know. I couldn't understand. It was something about plans for fortifications. He, Mr. Clay, put up a

fort in the harbor of Rio Janeiro during a revolution, and the officers on a German manofwar saw it and

copied the plans, and the Germans built one just like it, only larger, on the Baltic, and when the Emperor

found out whose design it was, he sent Mr. Clay the order of somethingorother, and made him a Baron.''

``Really,'' exclaimed the elder sister, ``isn't he afraid that some one will marry him for his title?''

``Oh, well, you can laugh, but I think it's pretty fine, and so does Ted,'' added Hope, with the air of one who

``Oh, I beg your pardon,'' laughed Alice. ``If Ted approves we must all go down and worship.''

``And father, too,'' continued Hope. ``He said he thought Mr. Clay was one of the most remarkable men for

Miss Langham's eyes were hidden by the masses of her black hair that she had shaken over her face, and she

``And I liked the way he shut Reggie King up too,'' continued Hope, stoutly, ``when he and father were

``Yes, upon my word,'' exclaimed her sister, impatiently tossing her hair back over her shoulders. ``I really

cannot see that Madame Alvarez is in need of any champion. I thought Mr. Clay made it very much worse by

rushing in the way he did. Why should he take it upon himself to correct a man as old as my father?''

``My dear child, a beautiful woman can always find some man to take her part,'' said Miss Langham. ``But

I've no doubt,'' she added, rising and kissing her sister goodnight, ``that he is all that your Captain Stuart

thinks him; but he is not going to keep us awake any longer, is he, even if he does show such gallant interest

But her sister only laughed and waved her out of the room, and Hope walked away frowning in much

The visit to the city was imitated on the three succeeding evenings by similar excursions. On one night they

returned to the plaza, and the other two were spent in drifting down the harbor and along the coast on King's

yacht. The President and Madame Alvarez were King's guests on one of these moonlight excursions, and

were saluted by the proper number of guns, and their native band played on the forward deck. Clay felt that

King held the centre of the stage for the time being, and obliterated himself completely. He thought of his

own paddle wheel tugboat that he had had painted and gilded in her honor, and smiled grimly.

MacWilliams approached him as he sat leaning back on the rail and looking up, with the eye of a man who

had served before the mast, at the lacework of spars and rigging above him. MacWilliams came toward him

on tiptoe and dropped carefully into a wicker chair. ``There don't seem to be any doormats on this boat,'' he

said. ``In every other respect she seems fitted out quite complete; all the latest magazines and enamelled

bathtubs, and Chinese waiterboys with cocktails up their sleeves. But there ought to be a mat at the top of

each of those stairways that hang over the side, otherwise some one is sure to soil the deck. Have you been

down in the engineroom yet?'' he asked. ``Well, don't go, then,'' he advised, solemnly. ``It will only make

you feel badly. I have asked the Admiral if I can send those halfbreed engine drivers over tomorrow to

show them what a clean engineroom looks like. I've just been talking to the chief. His name's MacKenzie,

and I told him I was Scotch myself, and he said it `was a greet pleesure' to find a gentleman so well

acquainted with the movements of machinery. He thought I was one of King's friends, I guess, so I didn't tell

him I pulled a lever for a living myself. I gave him a cigar though, and he said, `Thankee, sir,' and touched his

MacWilliams chuckled at the recollection, and crossed his legs comfortably. ``One of King's cigars, too,'' he

said. ``Real Havana; he leaves them lying around loose in the cabin. Have you had one? Ted Langham and I

Clay made no answer, and MacWilliams settled himself contentedly in the great wicker chair and puffed

``Oh, this associating with white people again, as we're doing now. It spoils you for tortillas and rice, doesn't

it? It's going to be great fun while it lasts, but when they've all gone, and Ted's gone, too, and the yacht's

vanished, and we fall back to tramping around the plaza twice a week, it won't be gay, will it? No; it won't be

gay. We're having the spree of our lives now, I guess, but there's going to be a difference in the morning.''

``Oh, it's worth a headache, I think,'' said Clay, as he shrugged his shoulders and walked away to find Miss

The day set for the visit to the mines rose bright and clear. MacWilliams had rigged out his single

passengercar with rugs and cushions, and flags flew from its canvas top that flapped and billowed in the

wind of the slowmoving train. Their observationcar, as MacWilliams termed it, was placed in front of the

locomotive, and they were pushed gently along the narrow rails between forests of Manaca palms, and

through swamps and jungles, and at times over the limestone formation along the coast, where the waves

dashed as high as the smokestack of the locomotive, covering the excursionists with a sprinkling of white

spray. Thousands of landcrabs, painted red and black and yellow, scrambled with a rattle like dead men's

bones across the rails to be crushed by the hundreds under the wheels of the Juggernaut; great lizards ran

from sunny rocks at the sound of their approach, and a deer bounded across the tracks fifty feet in front of the

cowcatcher. MacWilliams escorted Hope out into the cab of the locomotive, and taught her how to increase

and slacken the speed of the engine, until she showed an unruly desire to throw the lever open altogether and

Clay sat at the back of the car with Miss Langham, and told her and her father of the difficulties with which

young MacWilliams had had to contend. Miss Langham found her chief pleasure in noting the attention

which her father gave to all that Clay had to tell him. Knowing her father as she did, and being familiar with

his manner toward other men, she knew that he was treating Clay with unusual consideration. And this

pleased her greatly, for it justified her own interest in him. She regarded Clay as a discovery of her own, but

Their coming was a great event in the history of the mines. Kirkland, the foreman, and Chapman, who

handled the dynamite, Weimer, the Consul, and the native doctor, who cared for the feverstricken and the

casualties, were all at the station to meet them in the whitest of white duck and with a bunch of ponies to

carry them on their tour of inspection, and the village of mudDcabins and zinchuts that stood clear of the

bare sunbaked earth on whitewashed wooden piles was as clean as Clay's hundred policemen could sweep it.

Mr. Langham rode in advance of the cavalcade, and the head of each of the different departments took his

turn in riding at his side, and explained what had been done, and showed him the proud result. The village

was empty, except for the families of the native workmen and the ownerless dogs, the scavengers of the

Rising abruptly above the zinc village, lay the first of the five great hills, with its open front cut into great

terraces, on which the men clung like flies on the side of a wall, some of them in groups around an opening,

or in couples pounding a steel bar that a fellowworkman turned in his bare hands, while others gathered

about the panting steamdrills that shook the solid rock with fierce, short blows, and hid the men about them

in a throbbing curtain of steam. Selfimportant little dummy engines, dragging long trains of orecars,

rolled and rocked on the uneven surface of the ground, and swung around corners with warning screeches of

their whistles. They could see, on peaks outlined against the sky, the signalmen waving their red flags, and

then plunging down the mountainside out of danger, as the earth rumbled and shook and vomited out a

shower of stones and rubbish into the calm hot air. It was a spectacle of desperate activity and puzzling to the

uninitiated, for it seemed to be scattered over an unlimited extent, with no head nor direction, and with each

After the first halfhour of curious interest Miss Langham admitted to herself that she was disappointed. She

confessed she had hoped that Clay would explain the meaning of the mines to her, and act as her escort over

But it was King, somewhat bored by the ceaseless noise and heat, and her brother, incoherently enthusiastic,

who rode at her side, while Clay moved on in advance and seemed to have forgotten her existence. She

watched him pointing up at the openings in the mountains and down at the oreroad, or stooping to pick up a

piece of ore from the ground in cowboy fashion, without leaving his saddle, and pounding it on the pommel

before he passed it to the others. And, again, he would stand for minutes at a time up to his boottops in the

sliding waste, with his bridle rein over his arm and his thumbs in his belt, listening to what his lieutenants

were saying, and glancing quickly from them to Mr. Langham to see if he were following the technicalities of

their speech. All of the men who had welcomed the appearance of the women on their arrival with such

obvious delight and with so much embarrassment seemed now as oblivious of their presence as Clay himself.

Miss Langham pushed her horse up into the group beside Hope, who had kept her pony close at Clay's side

from the beginning; but she could not make out what it was they were saying, and no one seemed to think it

necessary to explain. She caught Clay's eye at last and smiled brightly at him; but, after staring at her for fully

a minute, until Kirkland had finished speaking, she heard him say, ``Yes, that's it exactly; in openface

workings there is no other way,'' and so showed her that he had not been even conscious of her presence. But

a few minutes later she saw him look up at Hope, folding his arms across his chest tightly and shaking his

head. ``You see it was the only thing to do,'' she heard him say, as though he were defending some course of

action, and as though Hope were one of those who must be convinced. ``If we had cut the opening on the first

level, there was the danger of the whole thing sinking in, so we had to begin to clear away at the top and work

down. That's why I ordered the buckettrolley. As it turned out, we saved money by it.''

Hope nodded her head slightly. ``That's what I told father when Ted wrote us about it,'' she said; ``but you

``Oh, but it's like this, Miss'' Kirkland replied, eagerly. ``It's because Washington is a solider foundation.

We can cut openings all over it and they won't cave, but this hill is most all rubbish; it's the poorest stuff in

Hope nodded her head again and crowded her pony on after the moving group, but her sister and King did not

follow. King looked at her and smiled. ``Hope is very enthusiastic,'' he said. ``Where did she pick it up?''

``Oh, she and father used to go over it in his study last winter after Ted came down here,'' Miss Langham

answered, with a touch of impatience in her tone. ``Isn't there some place where we can go to get out of this

Weimer, the Consul, heard her and led her back to Kirkland's bungalow, that hung like an eagle's nest from a

projecting cliff. From its porch they could look down the valley over the greater part of the mines, and

``I saw very few Americans down there, Weimer,'' said King. ``I thought Clay had imported a lot of them.''

``About three hundred altogether, wild Irishmen and negroes,'' said the Consul; ``but we use the native

soldiers chiefly. They can stand the climate better, and, besides,'' he added, ``they act as a reserve in case of

trouble. They are Mendoza's men, and Clay is trying to win them away from him.''

Weimer looked around him and waited until Kirkland's servant had deposited a tray full of bottles and glasses

on a table near them, and had departed. ``The talk is,'' he said, ``that Alvarez means to proclaim a dictatorship

in his own favor before the spring elections. You've heard of that, haven't you?'' King shook his head.

``Oh, tell us about it,'' said Miss Langham; ``I should so like to be in plots and conspiracies.''

``Well, they're rather common down here,'' continued the Consul, ``but this one ought to interest you

especially, Miss Langham, because it is a woman who is at the head of it. Madame Alvarez, you know, was

the Countess Manueleta Hernandez before her marriage. She belongs to one of the oldest families in Spain.

Alvarez married her in Madrid, when he was Minister there, and when he returned to run for President, she

came with him. She's a tremendously ambitious woman, and they do say she wants to convert the republic

into a monarchy, and make her husband King, or, more properly speaking, make herself Queen. Of course

that's absurd, but she is supposed to be plotting to turn Olancho into a sort of dependency of Spain, as it was

``Indeed?'' interrupted Miss Langham, ``I did not know that she was unpopular.''

``Oh, rather. Why, her party is called the Royalist Party already, and only a week before you came the

Liberals plastered the city with denunciatory placards against her, calling on the people to drive her out of the

``General Mendoza; he is commanderinchief and has the greater part of the army with him, but the other

candidate, old General Rojas, is the popular choice and the best of the three. He is VicePresident now, and if

the people were ever given a fair chance to vote for the man they want, he would unquestionably be the next

President. The mass of the people are sick of revolutions. They've had enough of them, but they will have to

go through another before long, and if it turns against Dr. Alvarez, I'm afraid Mr. Langham will have hard

work to hold these mines. You see, Mendoza has already threatened to seize the whole plant and turn it into a

``And if the other one, General Rojas, gets into power, will he seize the mines, too?''

``No, he is honest, strange to relate,'' laughed Weimer, ``but he won't get in. Alvarez will make himself

dictator, or Mendoza will make himself President. That's why Clay treats the soldiers here so well. He thinks

he may need them against Mendoza. You may be turning your salutinggun on the city yet, Commodore,'' he

added, smiling, ``or, what is more likely, you'll need the yacht to take Miss Langham and the rest of the

King smiled and Miss Langham regarded Weimer with flattering interest. ``I've got a quick firing gun below

decks,'' said King, ``that I used in the Malaysian Peninsula on a junkful of Black Flags, and I think I'll have it

brought up. And there are about thirty of my men on the yacht who wouldn't ask for their wages in a year if

A heavy step and the jingle of spurs on the bare floor of the bungalow startled the conspirators, and they

turned and gazed guiltily out at the mountaintops above them as Clay came hurrying out upon the porch.

``They told me you were here,'' he said, speaking to Miss Langham. ``I'm so sorry it tired you. I should have

rememberedit is a rough trip when you're not used to it,'' he added, remorsefully. ``But I'm glad Weimer

``It was just a trifle hot and noisy,'' said Miss Langham, smiling sweetly. She put her hand to her forehead

with an expression of patient suffering. ``It made my head ache a little, but it was most interesting.'' She

Clay glanced at her doubtfully with a troubled look, and turned away his eyes to the busy scene below him.

He was greatly hurt that she should have cared so little, and indignant at himself for being so unjust. Why

should he expect a woman to find interest in that hive of noise and sweating energy? But even as he stood

arguing with himself his eyes fell on a slight figure sitting erect and graceful on her pony's back, her white

habit soiled and stained red with the ore of the mines, and green where it had crushed against the leaves. She

was coming slowly up the trail with a bodyguard of half a dozen men crowding closely around her, telling

her the difficulties of the work, and explaining their successes, and eager for a share of her quick sympathy.

Clay's eyes fixed themselves on the picture, and he smiled at its significance. Miss Langham noticed the look,

and glanced below to see what it was that had so interested him, and then back at him again. He was still

watching the approaching cavalcade intently, and smiling to himself. Miss Langham drew in her breath and

raised her head and shoulders quickly, like a deer that hears a footstep in the forest, and when Hope presently

stepped out upon the porch, she turned quickly toward her, and regarded her steadily, as though she were a

stranger to her, and as though she were trying to see her with the eyes of one who looked at her for the first

Hope's face was glowing with the unusual exercise, and her eyes were brilliant. Her hair had slipped down

``I am so tiredand so hungry.'' She was laughing and looking directly at Clay. ``It has been a wonderful

thing to have seen,'' she said, tugging at her heavy gauntlet, ``and to have done,'' she added. She pulled off her

glove and held out her hand to Clay, moist and scarred with the pressure of the reins.

The master of the mines took it with a quick rush of gratitude, and looking into the girl's eyes, saw something

there that startled him, so that he glanced quickly past her at the circle of booted men grouped in the door

behind her. They were each smiling in appreciation of the tableau; her father and Ted, MacWilliams and

Kirkland, and all the others who had helped him. They seemed to envy, but not to grudge, the whole credit

Clay thought, ``Why could it not have been the other?'' But he said aloud, ``Thank YOU. You have given me

Miss Langham looked down impatiently into the valley below, and found that it seemed more hot and noisy,

Clay believed that Alice Langham's visit to the mines had opened his eyes fully to vast differences between

them. He laughed and railed at himself for having dared to imagine that he was in a position to care for her.

Confident as he was at times, and sure as he was of his ability in certain directions, he was uneasy and fearful

when he matched himself against a man of gentle birth and gentle breeding, and one who, like King, was part

of a world of which he knew little, and to which, in his ignorance concerning it, he attributed many

advantages that it did not possess. He believed that he would always lack the mysterious something which

these others held by right of inheritance. He was still young and full of the illusions of youth, and so gave

false values to his own qualities, and values equally false to the qualities he lacked. For the next week he

avoided Miss Langham, unless there were other people present, and whenever she showed him special favor,

he hastily recalled to his mind her failure to sympathize in his work, and assured himself that if she could not

interest herself in the engineer, he did not care to have her interested in the man. Other women had found him

attractive in himself; they had cared for his strength of will and mind, and because he was good to look at.

But he determined that this one must sympathize with his work in the world, no matter how unpicturesque it

might seem to her. His work was the best of him, he assured himself, and he would stand or fall with it.

It was a week after the visit to the mines that President Alvarez gave a great ball in honor of the Langhams, to

which all of the important people of Olancho, and the Foreign Ministers were invited. Miss Langham met

Clay on the afternoon of the day set for the ball, as she was going down the hill to join Hope and her father at

``I wish I could,'' Clay answered. ``King asked me, but a steamerload of new machinery arrived today, and

Miss Langham gave an impatient little laugh, and shook her head. ``You might wait until we were gone

``When you are gone I won't be in a state of mind to attend to machinery or anything else,'' Clay answered.

Miss Langham seemed so far encouraged by this speech that she seated herself in the boathouse at the end of

the wharf. She pushed her mantilla back from her face and looked up at him, smiling brightly.

`` `The time has come, the walrus said,' '' she quoted, `` `to talk of many things.' ''

``You have been rather unkind to me this last week,'' the girl began, with her eyes fixed steadily on his. ``And

Clay's face showed so plainly his surprise at this charge, which he thought he only had the right to make, that

He had taken her so seriously that Miss Langham dropped her lighter tone and spoke in one more kindly:

``I went out there to see your work at its best. I was only interested in going because it was your work, and

because it was you who had done it all, and I expected that you would try to explain it to me and help me to

understand, but you didn't. You treated me as though I had no interest in the matter at all, as though I was not

capable of understanding it. You did not seem to care whether I was interested or not. In fact, you forgot me

Clay exhibited no evidence of a reproving conscience. ``I am sorry you had a stupid time,'' he said, gravely.

``I did not mean that, and you know I didn't mean that,'' the girl answered. ``I wanted to hear about it from

you, because you did it. I wasn't interested so much in what had been done, as I was in the man who had

Clay shrugged his shoulders impatiently, and looked across at Miss Langham with a troubled smile.

``But that's just what I don't want,'' he said. ``Can't you see? These mines and other mines like them are all I

have in the world. They are my only excuse for having lived in it so long. I want to feel that I've done

something outside of myself, and when you say that you like me personally, it's as little satisfaction to me as

it must be to a woman to be congratulated on her beauty, or on her fine voice. That is nothing she has done

herself. I should like you to value what I have done, not what I happen to be.''

Miss Langham turned her eyes to the harbor, and it was some short time before she answered.

``You are a very difficult person to please,'' she said, ``and most exacting. As a rule men are satisfied to be

liked for any reason. I confess frankly, since you insist upon it, that I do not rise to the point of appreciating

your work as the others do. I suppose it is a fault,'' she continued, with an air that plainly said that she

considered it, on the contrary, something of a virtue. ``And if I knew more about it technically, I might see

more in it to admire. But I am looking farther on for better things from you. The friends who help us the most

are not always those who consider us perfect, are they?'' she asked, with a kindly smile. She raised her eyes to

the great orepier that stretched out across the water, the one ugly blot in the scene of natural beauty about

them. ``I think that is all very well,'' she said; ``but I certainly expect you to do more than that. I have met

many remarkable men in all parts of the world, and I know what a strong man is, and you have one of the

strongest personalities I have known. But you can't mean that you are content to stop with this. You should be

something bigger and more widereaching and more lasting. Indeed, it hurts me to see you wasting your time

here over my father's interests. You should exert that same energy on a broader map. You could make

yourself anything you chose. At home you would be your party's leader in politics, or you could be a great

general, or a great financier. I say this because I know there are better things in you, and because I want you

to make the most of your talents. I am anxious to see you put your powers to something worth while.''

Miss Langham's voice carried with it such a tone of sincerity that she almost succeeded in deceiving herself.

And yet she would have hardly cared to explain just why she had reproached the man before her after this

fashion. For she knew that when she spoke as she had done, she was beating about to find some reason that

would justify her in not caring for him, as she knew she could careas she would not allow herself to care.

The man at her side had won her interest from the first, and later had occupied her thoughts so entirely, that it

troubled her peace of mind. Yet she would not let her feeling for him wax and grow stronger, but kept it

down. And she was trying now to persuade herself that she did this because there was something lacking in

She was almost angry with him for being so much to her and for not being more acceptable in little things,

like the other men she knew. So she found this fault with him in order that she might justify her own lack of

But Clay, who only heard the words and could not go back of them to find the motive, could not know this.

He sat perfectly still when she had finished and looked steadily out across the harbor. His eyes fell on the

``That's true, what you say,'' he began, ``I haven't done much. You are quite right. Only'' he looked up at

her curiously and smiled``only you should not have been the one to tell me of it.''

Miss Langham had been so far carried away by her own point of view that she had not considered Clay, and

now that she saw what mischief she had done, she gave a quick gasp of regret, and leaned forward as though

to add some explanation to what she had said. But Clay stopped her. ``I mean by that,'' he said, ``that the

great part of the inspiration I have had to do what little I have done came from you. You were a sort of

promise of something better to me. You were more of a type than an individual woman, but your picture, the

one I carry in my watch, meant all that part of life that I have never known, the sweetness and the nobleness

and grace of civilization,something I hoped I would some day have time to enjoy. So you see,'' he added,

with an uncertain laugh, ``it's less pleasant to hear that I have failed to make the most of myself from you

``But, Mr. Clay,'' protested the girl, anxiously, ``I think you have done wonderfully well. I only said that I

Clay did not hear her. He was leaning forward looking moodily out across the water, with his folded arms

``I have not made the most of myself,'' he repeated; ``that is what you said.'' He spoke the words as though

she had delivered a sentence. ``You don't think well of what I have done, of what I am.''

He drew in his breath and shook his head with a hopeless laugh, and leaned back against the railing of the

boathouse with the weariness in his attitude of a man who has given up after a long struggle.

``No,'' he said with a bitter flippancy in his voice, ``I don't amount to much. But, my God!'' he laughed, and

turning his head away, ``when you think what I was! This doesn't seem much to you, and it doesn't seem

much to me now that I have your point of view on it, but when I remember!'' Clay stopped again and pressed

his lips together and shook his head. His halfclosed eyes, that seemed to be looking back into his past,

lighted as they fell on King's white yacht, and he raised his arm and pointed to it with a wave of the hand.

``When I was sixteen I was a sailor before the mast,'' he said, ``the sort of sailor that King's crew out there

wouldn't recognize in the same profession. I was of so little account that I've been knocked the length of the

main deck at the end of the mate's fist, and left to lie bleeding in the scuppers for dead. I hadn't a thing to my

name then but the clothes I wore, and I've had to go aloft in a hurricane and cling to a swinging rope with my

bare toes and pull at a wet sheet until my fingernails broke and started in their sockets; and I've been a

cowboy, with no companions for six months of the year but eight thousand head of cattle and men as dumb

and untamed as the steers themselves. I've sat in my saddle night after night, with nothing overhead but the

stars, and no sound but the noise of the steers breathing in their sleep. The women I knew were Indian

squaws, and the girls of the sailors' dancehouses and the gamblinghells of Sioux City and Abilene, and

Callao and Port Said. That was what I was and those were my companions. ``Why!'' he laughed, rising and

striding across the boathouse with his hands locked behind him, ``I've fought on the mud floor of a Mexican

shack, with a naked knife in my hand, for my last dollar. I was as low and as desperate as that. And now''

Clay lifted his head and smiled. ``Now,'' he said, in a lower voice and addressing Miss Langham with a return

of his usual grave politeness, ``I am able to sit beside you and talk to you. I have risen to that. I am quite

He paused and looked at Miss Langham uncertainly for a few moments as though in doubt as to whether she

``And though it means nothing to you,'' he said, ``and though as you say I am here as your father's employee,

there are other places, perhaps, where I am better known. In Edinburgh or Berlin or Paris, if you were to ask

the people of my own profession, they could tell you something of me. If I wished it, I could drop this active

work tomorrow and continue as an adviser, as an expert, but I like the active part better. I like doing things

myself. I don't say, `I am a salaried servant of Mr. Langham's;' I put it differently. I say, `There are five

mountains of iron. You are to take them up and transport them from South America to North America, where

they will be turned into railroads and ironclads.' That's my way of looking at it. It's better to bind a laurel to

the plough than to call yourself hard names. It makes your work easieralmost noble. Cannot you see it that

Before Miss Langham could answer, a deprecatory cough from one side of the open boathouse startled

them, and turning they saw MacWilliams coming toward them. They had been so intent upon what Clay was

saying that he had approached them over the soft sand of the beach without their knowing it. Miss Langham

``The launch is waiting for you at the end of the pier,'' MacWilliams said. Miss Langham rose and the three

walked together down the length of the wharf, MacWilliams moving briskly in advance in order to enable

them to continue the conversation he had interrupted, but they followed close behind him, as though neither

Hope and King had both come for Miss Langham, and while the latter was helping her to a place on the

cushions, and repeating his regrets that the men were not coming also, Hope started the launch, with a brisk

ringing of bells and a whirl of the wheel and a smile over her shoulder at the figures on the wharf.

``Neither have you,'' said MacWilliams. ``But I guess we both understand. There's no good pushing your luck

``Why, what have we to do with all of this?'' cried MacWilliams. ``It's what I keep telling you every day.

We're not in that class, and you're only making it harder for yourself when they've gone. I call it cruelty to

animals myself, having women like that around. Up North, where everybody's white, you don't notice it so

``That's absurd,'' Clay answered. ``Why should you turn your back on civilization when it comes to you, just

because you're not going back to civilization by the next steamer? Every person you meet either helps you or

hurts you. Those girls help us, even if they do make the life here seem bare and mean.''

``Bare and mean!'' repeated MacWilliams incredulously. ``I think that's just what they don't do. I like it all the

better because they're mixed up in it. I never took so much interest in your mines until she took to riding over

them, and I didn't think great shakes of my old oreroad, either, but now that she's got to acting as engineer,

it's sort of nickelplated the whole outfit. I'm going to name the new engine after herwhen it gets hereif

``Miss Langham!'' exclaimed MacWilliams. ``No, I mean the other, Miss Hope. She comes out with Ted

nearly every day now, and she's learning how to run a locomotive. Just for fun, you know,'' he added,

``I didn't suppose she had any intention of joining the Brotherhood,'' said Clay. ``So she's been out every day,

has she? I like that,'' he commented, enthusiastically. ``She's a fine, sweet girl.''

``Fine, sweet girl!'' growled MacWilliams. ``I should hope so. She's the best. They don't make them any

better than that, and just think, if she's like that now, what will she be when she's grown up, when she's

learned a few things? Now her sister. You can see just what her sister will be at thirty, and at fifty, and at

eighty. She's thoroughbred and she's the most beautiful woman to look at I ever sawbut, my sonshe is

too careful. She hasn't any illusions, and no sense of humor. And a woman with no illusions and no sense of

humor is going to be monotonous. You can't teach her anything. You can't imagine yourself telling her

anything she doesn't know. The things we think important don't reach her at all. They're not in her line, and in

everything else she knows more than we could ever guess at. But that Miss Hope! It's a privilege to show her

about. She wants to see everything, and learn everything, and she goes poking her head into openings and

down shafts like a little fox terrier. And she'll sit still and listen with her eyes wide open and tears in them,

too, and she doesn't know ituntil you can't talk yourself for just looking at her.''

Clay rose and moved on to the house in silence. He was glad that MacWilliams had interrupted him when he

did. He wondered whether he understood Alice Langham after all. He had seen many fine ladies before

during his brief visits to London, and Berlin, and Vienna, and they had shown him favor. He had known other

women not so fine. SpanishAmerican senoritas through Central and South America, the wives and

daughters of English merchants exiled along the Pacific coast, whose fair skin and yellow hair whitened and

bleached under the hot tropical suns. He had known many women, and he could have quoted

``Trials and troubles amany, Have proved me; One or two women, God bless them! Have loved me.''

She must fill out and complete him where he was wanting. This woman possessed all of these things. She

appealed to every ambition and to every taste he cherished, and yet he knew that he had hesitated and

mistrusted her, when he should have declared himself eagerly and vehemently, and forced her to listen with

Miss Langham dropped among the soft cushions of the launch with a sense of having been rescued from

herself and of delight in finding refuge again in her own environment. The sight of King standing in the bow

beside Hope with his cigarette hanging from his lips, and peering with halfclosed eyes into the fading light,

gave her a sense of restfulness and content. She did not know what she wished from that other strange young

man. He was so bold, so handsome, and he looked at life and spoke of it in such a fresh, unhackneyed spirit.

He might make himself anything he pleased. But here was a man who already had everything, or who could

get it as easily as he could increase the speed of the launch, by pulling some wire with his finger.

She recalled one day when they were all on board of this same launch, and the machinery had broken down,

and MacWilliams had gone forward to look at it. He had called Clay to help him, and she remembered how

they had both gone down on their knees and asked the engineer and fireman to pass them wrenches and oil

cans, while King protested mildly, and the rest sat helplessly in the hot glare of the sea, as the boat rose and

fell on the waves. She resented Clay's interest in the accident, and his pleasure when he had made the

machinery right once more, and his appearance as he came back to them with oily hands and with his face

glowing from the heat of the furnace, wiping his grimy fingers on a piece of packing. She had resented the

equality with which he treated the engineer in asking his advice, and it rather surprised her that the crew

saluted him when he stepped into the launch again that night as though he were the owner. She had expected

that they would patronize him, and she imagined after this incident that she detected a shade of difference in

the manner of the sailors toward Clay, as though he had cheapened himself to themas he had to her.

At ten o'clock that same evening Clay began to prepare himself for the ball at the Government palace, and

MacWilliams, who was not invited, watched him dress with critical approval that showed no sign of envy.

The better to do honor to the President, Clay had brought out several foreign orders, and MacWilliams helped

him to tie around his neck the collar of the Red Eagle which the German Emperor had given him, and to

fasten the ribbon and cross of the Star of Olancho across his breast, and a Spanish Order and the Legion of

Honor to the lapel of his coat. MacWilliams surveyed the effect of the tiny enamelled crosses with his head

on one side, and with the same air of affectionate pride and concern that a mother shows over her daughter's

``I have some war medals,'' Clay answered, smiling doubtfully. ``But I'm not in uniform.''

``Oh, that's all right,'' declared MacWilliams. ``Put 'em on, put 'em all on. Give the girls a treat. Everybody

will think they were given for feats of swimming, anyway; but they will show up well from the front. Now,

``I do not,'' said Clay. ``I look like a French Ambassador, and I hardly understand how you find courage to

He went up the hill in high spirits, and found the carriage at the door and King, Mr. Langham, and Miss

Langham sitting waiting for him. They were ready to depart, and Miss Langham had but just seated herself in

the carriage when they heard hurrying across the tiled floor a quick, light step and the rustle of silk, and

turning they saw Hope standing in the doorway, radiant and smiling. She wore a white frock that reached to

the ground, and that left her arms and shoulders bare. Her hair was dressed high upon her head, and she was

pulling vigorously at a pair of long, tancolored gloves. The transformation was so complete, and the girl

looked so much older and so stately and beautiful, that the two young men stared at her in silent admiration

``Why, my dear child,'' said her sister, ``you're not thinking of going with us, are you?''

``Not going?'' echoed the younger sister, in dismay. ``Why, Alice, why not? I was asked.''

``But, Hope Father,'' said the elder sister, stepping out of the carriage and turning to Mr. Langham, ``you

``Oh, nonsense,'' said Hope, defiantly. But she drew in her breath quickly and blushed, as she saw the two

young men moving away out of hearing of this family crisis. She felt that she was being made to look like a

spoiled child. ``It doesn't count down here,'' she said, ``and I want to go. I thought you knew I was going all

``I don't think Hope is old enough,'' the elder sister said, addressing her father, ``and if she goes to dances

Mr. Langham looked exceedingly uncomfortable, and turned apppealingly to his elder daughter. ``What do

``I'm sorry,'' Miss Langham replied, ``but I know it would not be at all proper. I hate to seem horrid about it,

Hope, but indeed you are too young, and the men here are not the men a young girl ought to meet.''

``You meet them, Alice,'' said Hope, but pulling off her gloves in token of defeat.

``Perhaps Alice knows best, Hope,'' Mr. Langham said. ``I'm sorry if you are disappointed.''

``I don't mind if you don't wish it, father,'' she said. ``Good night.'' She moved away, but apparently thought

better of it, and came back and stood smiling and nodding to them as they seated themselves in the carriage.

Mr. Langham leaned forward and said, in a troubled voice, ``We will tell you all about it in the morning. I'm

``Nonsense!'' laughed Hope. ``Why, it's given to you, father; don't bother about me. I'll read something or

Both Clay and King felt that the girl would not mind missing the ball so much as she would the fact of having

been treated like a child in their presence, so they refrained from any expression of sympathy or regret, but

raised their hats and bowed a little more impressively than usual as the carriage drove away.

The picture Hope made, as she stood deserted and forlorn on the steps of the empty house in her new finery,

struck Clay as unnecessarily pathetic. He felt a strong sense of resentment against her sister and her father,

and thanked heaven devoutly that he was out of their class, and when Miss Langham continued to express her

sorrow that she had been forced to act as she had done, he remained silent. It seemed to Clay such a simple

thing to give children pleasure, and to remember that their woes were always out of all proportion to the

cause. Children, dumb animals, and blind people were always grouped together in his mind as objects

demanding the most tender and constant consideration. So the pleasure of the evening was spoiled for him

while he remembered the hurt and disappointed look in Hope's face, and when Miss Langham asked him why

he was so preoccupied, he told her bluntly that he thought she had been very unkind to Hope, and that her

Miss Langham held herself a little more stiffly. ``Perhaps you do not quite understand, Mr. Clay,'' she said.

``Some of us have to conform to certain rules that the people with whom we best like to associate have laid

down for themselves. If we choose to be conventional, it is probably because we find it makes life easier for

the greater number. You cannot think it was a pleasant task for me. But I have given up things of much more

importance than a dance for the sake of appearances, and Hope herself will see tomorrow that I acted for the

Clay said he trusted so, but doubted it, and by way of re establishing himself in Miss Langham's good favor,

asked her if she could give him the next dance. But Miss Langham was not to be propitiated.

``I'm sorry,'' she said, ``but I believe I am engaged until suppertime. Come and ask me then, and I'll have

one saved for you. But there is something you can do,'' she added. ``I left my fan in the carriagedo you

``The carriage did not wait. I believe it was sent back,'' said Clay, ``but I can borrow a horse from one of

``Oh, not at all,'' Clay answered. He was smiling down at her in some amusement, and was apparently much

There was so little of devotion, and so much more of mischief in his eyes, that Miss Langham guessed he was

``You won't go,'' she said, turning away. She followed him with her eyes, however, as he crossed the room,

his head and shoulders towering above the native men and women. She had never seen him so resplendent,

and she noted, with an eye that considered trifles, the orders, and his wellfitting white gloves, and his

manner of bowing in the Continental fashion, holding his opera hat on his thigh, as though his hand rested

on a sword. She noticed that the little Olanchoans stopped and looked after him, as he pushed his way among

them, and she could see that the men were telling the women who he was. Sir Julian Pindar, the old British

Minister, stopped him, and she watched them as they laughed together over the English war medals on the

American's breast, which Sir Julian touched with his finger. He called the French Minister and his pretty wife

to look, too, and they all laughed and talked together in great spirits, and Miss Langham wondered if Clay

Miss Langham did not enjoy the ball; she felt injured and aggrieved, and she assured herself that she had

She had only done her duty, and yet all the sympathy had gone to her sister, who had placed her in a trying

Hope walked slowly across the veranda when the others had gone, and watched the carriage as long as it

remained in sight. Then she threw herself into a big armchair, and looked down upon her pretty frock and

The moonlight fell all about her, as it had on the first night of their arrival, a month before, but now it seemed

cold and cheerless, and gave an added sense of loneliness to the silent house. She did not go inside to read, as

she had promised to do, but sat for the next hour looking out across the harbor. She could not blame Alice.

She considered that Alice always moved by rules and precedents, like a queen in a game of chess, and she

wondered why. It made life so tame and uninteresting, and yet people invariably admired Alice, and some

one had spoken of her as the noblest example of the modern gentlewoman. She was sure she could not grow

up to be any thing like that. She was quite confident that she was going to disappoint her family. She

wondered if people would like her better if she were discreet like Alice, and less like her brother Ted. If Mr.

Clay, for instance, would like her better? She wondered if he disapproved of her riding on the engine with

MacWilliams, and of her tearing through the mines on her pony, and spearing with a lance of sugarcane at

the mongrel curs that ran to snap at his flanks. She remembered his look of astonished amusement the day he

had caught her in this impromptu pigsticking, and she felt herself growing red at the recollection. She was

Hope leaned back in the chair and looked up at the stars above the mountains and tried to think of any of her

heroes and princes in fiction who had gone through such interesting experiences as had Mr. Clay. Some of

them had done so, but they were creatures in a book and this hero was alive, and she knew him, and had

probably made him despise her as a silly little girl who was scolded and sent off to bed like a disobedient

child. Hope felt a choking in her throat and something like a tear creep to her eyes: but she was surprised to

find that the fact did not make her ashamed of herself. She owned that she was wounded and disappointed,

and to make it harder she could not help picturing Alice and Clay laughing and talking together in some

corner away from the ballroom, while she, who understood him so well, and who could not find the words

to tell him how much she valued what he was and what he had done, was forgotten and sitting here alone, like

The picture was so pathetic as Hope drew it, that for a moment she felt almost a touch of selfpity, but the

next she laughed scornfully at her own foolishness, and rising with an impatient shrug, walked away in the

But before she had crossed the veranda she was stopped by the sound of a horse's hoofs galloping over the

hard sunbaked road that led from the city, and before she had stepped forward out of the shadow in which

she stood the horse had reached the steps and his rider had pulled him back on his haunches and swung

Hope had guessed that it was Clay by his riding, and she feared from his haste that some one of her people

Clay started at her sudden appearance, and gave a short boyish laugh of pleasure.

``I'm so glad you're still up,'' he said. ``No, nothing is wrong.'' He stopped in some embarrassment. He had

been moved to return by the fact that the little girl he knew was in trouble, and now that he was suddenly

confronted by this older and statelier young person, his action seemed particularly silly, and he was at a loss

Clay had borrowed one of the cloaks the troopers wore at night from the same man who had lent him the

horse, and as he stood bareheaded before her, with the cloak hanging from his shoulders to the floor and the

star and ribbon across his breast, Hope felt very grateful to him for being able to look like a Prince or a hero

The young girl looked at him for a moment in surprise and then straightened herself slightly. She did not

know whether she was the more indignant with Alice for sending such a man on so foolish an errand, or with

``Oh, is that it?'' she said at last. ``I will go and find you one.'' She gave him a dignified little bow and moved

``Oh, I don't know,'' she heard Clay say, doubtfully; ``I don't have to go just yet, do I? May I not stay here a

``Why, yes,'' she answered, wonderingly. ``But don't you want to go back? You came in a great hurry. And

``Oh, she has it by this time. I told Stuart to find it. She left it in the carriage, and the carriage is waiting at the

``Oh, I don't know,'' said Clay, helplessly. ``I thought I'd just like a ride in the moonlight. I hate balls and

Hope placed her hands on the back of the big armchair and looked steadily at him as he stood where she

could see his face in the moonlight. ``You came back,'' she said, ``because they thought I was crying, and

``You know that no one sent me,'' he said. ``I thought they treated you abominably, and I wanted to come and

say so. That's all. And I wanted to tell you that I missed you very much, and that your not coming had spoiled

the evening for me, and I came also because I preferred to talk to you than to stay where I was. No one knows

that I came to see you. I said I was going to get the fan, and I told Stuart to find it after I'd left. I just wanted

While he had been speaking Hope had lowered her eyes from his face and had turned and looked out across

the harbor. There was a strange, happy tumult in her breast, and she was breathing so rapidly that she was

afraid he would notice it. She also felt an absurd inclination to cry, and that frightened her. So she laughed

and turned and looked up into his face again. Clay saw the same look in her eyes that he had seen there the

day when she had congratulated him on his work at the mines. He had seen it before in the eyes of other

women and it troubled him. Hope seated herself in the big chair, and Clay tossed his cloak on the floor at her

feet and sat down with his shoulders against one of the pillars. He glanced up at her and found that the look

that had troubled him was gone, and that her eyes were now smiling with excitement and pleasure.

``And did you bring me something from the ball in your pocket to comfort me,'' she asked, mockingly.

``You didn't, really!'' Hope cried, with a shriek of delight. ``How absurd of you! The sort you pull?''

``The sort you pull,'' Clay repeated, gravely. ``And also a dancecard, which is a relic of barbarism still

existing in this Southern capital. It has the arms of Olancho on it in gold, and I thought you might like to keep

it as a souvenir.'' He pulled the card from his coatpocket and said, ``May I have this dance?''

``You may,'' Hope answered. ``But you wouldn't mind if we sat it out, would you?''

``I should prefer it,'' Clay said, as he scrawled his name across the card. ``It is so crowded inside, and the

company is rather mixed.'' They both laughed lightly at their own foolishness, and Hope smiled down upon

him affectionately and proudly. ``You may smoke, if you choose; and would you like something cool to

drink?'' she asked, anxiously. ``After your ride, you know,'' she suggested, with hospitable intent. Clay said

that he was very comfortable without a drink, but lighted a cigar and watched her covertly through the smoke,

as she sat smiling happily and quite unconsciously upon the moonlit world around them. She caught Clay's

``Oh, I was just thinking,'' Hope replied, ``that it was much better to have a dance come to you, than to go to

``Does one man and a dancecard and three bonbons constitute your idea of a ball?''

``That sounds as though you were hinting,'' said Hope, doubtfully. ``Now what would I say to that if I were

``I don't know, but don't say it,'' Clay answered. ``It would probably be something very unflattering or very

forward, and in either case I should take you back to your chaperon and leave you there.''

Hope had not been listening. Her eyes were fixed on a level with his tie, and Clay raised his hand to it in

some trepidation. ``Mr. Clay,'' she began abruptly and leaning eagerly forward, ``would you think me very

rude if I asked you what you did to get all those crosses? I know they mean something, and I do so want to

``Oh, those!'' said Clay. ``The reason I put them on tonight is because wearing them is supposed to be a sort

``I didn't ask you that,'' said Hope, severely. ``I asked you what you did to get them. Now begin with the

Legion of Honor on the left, and go right on until you come to the end, and please don't skip anything. Leave

``Well, Desdemona, it was like this,'' said Clay, laughing. ``I got that medal and that star for serving in the

Nile campaign, under Wolseley. After I left Egypt, I went up the coast to Algiers, where I took service under

``Don't tell me,'' exclaimed Hope, in delight, ``that you have been a Chasseur d'Afrique! Not like the man in

``No, not at all like that man,'' said Clay, emphatically. ``I was just a plain, common, or garden, sappeur, and I

showed the other goodfornothings how to dig trenches. Well, I contaminated the Foreign Legion for eight

``Oh, that?'' said Clay. ``That was a gallery play I made once when we were chasing some Arabs. They took

the French flag away from our colorbearer, and I got it back again and waved it frantically around my head

until I was quite certain the Colonel had seen me doing it, and then I stopped as soon as I knew that I was

``Oh, how can you?'' cried Hope. ``You didn't do anything of the sort. You probably saved the entire

``Well, perhaps I did,'' Clay returned. ``Though I don't remember it, and nobody mentioned it at the time.''

``Well, I got this one from Spain, because I was President of an International Congress of Engineers at

Madrid. That was the ostensible reason, but the real reason was because I taught the Spanish Commissioners

to play poker instead of baccarat. The German Emperor gave me this for designing a fort, and the Sultan of

Zanzibar gave me this, and no one but the Sultan knows why, and he won't tell. I suppose he's ashamed. He

``What a lot of places you have seen,'' sighed Hope. ``I have been in Cairo and Algiers, too, but I always had

to walk about with a governess, and she wouldn't go to the mosques because she said they were full of fleas.

We always go to Homburg and Paris in the summer, and to big hotels in London. I love to travel, but I don't

``I travel because I have no home,'' said Clay. ``I'm different from the chap that came home because all the

``There was a ranch in Colorado that I used to call home,'' said Clay, ``but they've cut it up into town lots. I

own a plot in the cemetery outside of the town, where my mother is buried, and I visit that whenever I am in

the States, and that is the only piece of earth anywhere in the world that I have to go back to.''

Hope leaned forward with her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes wide open.

Clay looked at the lighted end of his cigar as he turned it between his fingers.

``My father, Miss Hope,'' he said, ``was a filibuster, and went out on the `Virginius' to help free Cuba, and

``Oh, forgive me; I beg your pardon,'' said Hope. There was such distress in her voice that Clay looked at her

quickly and saw the tears in her eyes. She reached out her hand timidly, and touched for an instant his own

rough, sunburned fist, as it lay clenched on his knee. ``I am so sorry,'' she said, ``so sorry.'' For the first time

in many years the tears came to Clay's eyes and blurred the moonlight and the scene before him, and he sat

An hour later, when his pony struck the gravel from beneath his hoofs on the race back to the city, and Clay

turned to wave his hand to Hope in the doorway, she seemed, as she stood with the moonlight falling about

Clay reached the President's Palace during the supperhour, and found Mr. Langham and his daughter at the

President's table. Madame Alvarez pointed to a place for him beside Alice Langham, who held up her hand in

``No, it was here in the carriage all the time. Captain Stuart found it for me.''

``Oh, he did, did he?'' said Clay; ``that's why I couldn't find it. I am hungry,'' he laughed, ``my ride gave me

an appetite.'' He looked over and grinned at Stuart, but that gentleman was staring fixedly at the candles on

the table before him, his eyes filled with concern. Clay observed that Madame Alvarez was covertly watching

the young officer, and frowning her disapproval at his preoccupation. So he stretched his leg under the table

and kicked viciously at Stuart's boots. Old General Rojas, the VicePresident, who sat next to Stuart, moved

suddenly and then blinked violently at the ceiling with an expression of patient suffering, but the exclamation

which had escaped him brought Stuart back to the present, and he talked with the woman next him in a

Miss Langham and her father were waiting for their carriage in the great hall of the Palace as Stuart came up

to Clay, and putting his hand affectionately on his shoulder, began pointing to something farther back in the

hall. To the nightbirds of the streets and the noisy fiacre drivers outside, and to the crowd of guests who

stood on the high marble steps waiting for their turn to depart, he might have been relating an amusing

``I'm in great trouble, old man,'' was what he said. ``I must see you alone tonight. I'd ask you to my rooms,

but they watch me all the time, and I don't want them to suspect you are in this until they must. Go on in the

carriage, but get out as you pass the Plaza Bolivar and wait for me by the statue there.''

He crossed over to where King stood surveying the powdered beauties of Olancho and their gowns of a past

fashion, with an intensity of admiration which would have been suspicious to those who knew his tastes.

``When we get into the carriage,'' said Clay, in a low voice, ``we will both call to Stuart that we will see him

Stuart helped Miss Langham into her carriage, and as it moved away King shouted to him in English to

remember that he was breakfasting with him on the morrow, and Clay called out in Spanish, ``Until

tomorrow at breakfast, don't forget.'' And Stuart answered, steadily, ``Good night until tomorrow at one.''

As their carriage jolted through the dark and narrow street, empty now of all noise or movement, one of

Stuart's troopers dashed by it at a gallop, with a lighted lantern swinging at his side. He raised it as he passed

each street crossing, and held it high above his head so that its light fell upon the walls of the houses at the

four corners. The clatter of his horse's hoofs had not ceased before another trooper galloped toward them

riding more slowly, and throwing the light of his lantern over the trunks of the trees that lined the pavements.

As the carriage passed him, he brought his horse to its side with a jerk of the bridle, and swung his lantern in

The soldier muttered an apology, and striking his heels into his horse's side, dashed noisily away, his lantern

tossing from side to side, high in the air, as he drew rein to scan each tree and passed from one lamppost to

``If I remember rightly, Clay,'' said King, ``they gave a ball at Brussels on the eve of Waterloo.''

``I believe they did,'' said Clay, smiling. He spoke to the driver to stop the carriage, and stepped down into the

``I have to leave you here,'' he said; ``drive on quickly, please; I can explain better in the morning.''

The Plaza Bolivar stood in what had once been the centre of the fashionable life of Olancho, but the town had

moved farther up the hill, and it was now far in the suburbs, its walks neglected and its turf overrun with

weeds. The houses about it had fallen into disuse, and the few that were still occupied at the time Clay

entered it showed no sign of life. Clay picked his way over the grassgrown paths to the statue of Bolivar, the

hero of the sister republic of Venezuela, which still stood on its pedestal in a tangle of underbrush and

hanging vines. The iron railing that had once surrounded it was broken down, and the branches of the trees

near were black with sleeping buzzards. Two great palms reared themselves in the moonlight at either side,

and beat their leaves together in the night wind, whispering and murmuring together like two living

``This ought to be safe enough,'' Clay murmured to himself. ``It's just the place for plotting. I hope there are

no snakes.'' He seated himself on the steps of the pedestal, and lighting a cigar, remained smoking and

peering into the shadows about him, until a shadow blacker than the darkness rose at his feet, and a voice

Clay rose and crushed his cigar under his foot. ``Now then, old man,'' he demanded briskly, ``what's up? It's

Stuart seated himself heavily on the stone steps, like a man tired in mind and body, and unfolded a printed

``It is too dark for you to see this,'' he began, in a strained voice, ``so I will translate it to you. It is an attack

on Madame Alvarez and myself. They put them up during the ball, when they knew my men would be at the

Palace. I have had them scouring the streets for the last two hours tearing them down, but they are all over the

Clay took another cigar from his pocket and rolled it between his lips. ``What does it say?'' he asked.

``It goes over the old ground first. It says Alvarez has given the richest birthright of his country to

aliensthat means the mines and Langhamand has put an alien in command of the army that is meant

for me. I've no more to do with the army than you haveI only wish I had! And then it says that the

boundary aggressions of Ecuador and Venezuela have not been resented in consequence. It asks what can be

expected of a President who is as blind to the dishonor of his country as he is to the dishonor of his own

Clay muttered under his breath, ``Well, go on. Is it explicit? More explicit than that?''

``Yes,'' said Stuart, grimly. ``I can't repeat it. It is quite clear what they mean.''

``Have you got any of them?'' Clay asked. Can you fix it on some one that you can fight?''

``Mendoza did it, of course,'' Stuart answered, ``but we cannot prove it. And if we could, we are not strong

He has the city full of his men now, and the troops are pouring in every hour.''

``They are coming in for the annual review. He can't show the people that he is afraid of his own army.''

``What am I going to do?'' Stuart repeated, dully. ``That is what I want you to tell me. There is nothing I can

do now. I've brought trouble and insult on people who have been kinder to me than my own blood have been.

Who took me in when I was naked and clothed me, when I hadn't a friend or a sixpence to my name. You

rememberI came here from that row in Colombia with my wound, and I was down with the fever when

they found me, and Alvarez gave me the appointment. And this is how I reward them. If I stay I do more

harm. If I go away I leave them surrounded by enemies, and not enemies who fight fair, but damned thieves

and scoundrels, who stab at women and who fight in the dark. I wouldn't have had it happen, old man, for my

right arm! Theythey have been so kind to me, and I have been so happy hereand now!'' The boy bowed

his face in his hands and sat breathing brokenly while Clay turned his unlit cigar between his teeth and peered

at him curiously through the darkness. ``Now I have made them both unhappy, and they hate me, and I hate

myself, and I have brought nothing but trouble to every one. First I made my own people miserable, and now

I make my best friends miserable, and I had better be dead. I wish I were dead. I wish I had never been born.''

Clay laid his hand on the other's bowed shoulder and shook him gently. ``Don't talk like that,'' he said; ``it

``You said you had made them hate you, and you added that you hated yourself. Well, I can see why they

naturally would be angry for the time, at least. But why do you hate yourself? Have you reason to?''

``Well, I can't make it any plainer,'' Clay replied. ``It isn't a question I will ask. But you say you want my

advice. Well, my advice to my friend and to a man who is not my friend, differ. And in this case it depends

on whether what that thing'' Clay kicked the paper which had fallen on the ground``what that thing says

The younger man looked at the paper below him and then back at Clay, and sprang to his feet.

He stood above Clay with both arms rigid at his side and his head bent forward. The dawn had just broken,

and the two men saw each other in the ghastly gray light of the morning. ``If any man,'' cried Stuart thickly,

``dares to say that that blackguardly lie is true I'll kill him. You or any one else. Is that what you mean, damn

``Well, that's much better,'' growled Clay, sullenly. ``The way you went on wishing you were dead and hating

yourself made me almost lose faith in mankind. Now you go make that speech to the President, and then find

the man who put up those placards, and if you can't find the right man, take any man you meet and make him

eat it, paste and all, and beat him to death if he doesn't. Why, this is no time to whimperbecause the world

is full of liars. Go out and fight them and show them you are not afraid. Confound you, you had me so scared

there that I almost thrashed you myself. Forgive me, won't you?'' he begged earnestly. He rose and held out

his hand and the other took it, doubtfully. ``It was your own fault, you young idiot,'' protested Clay. ``You

told your story the wrong way. Now go home and get some sleep and I'll be back in a few hours to help you.

Look!'' he said. He pointed through the trees to the sun that shot up like a red hot disk of heat above the cool

green of the mountains. ``See,'' said Clay, ``God has given us another day. Seven battles were fought in seven

days once in my country. Let's be thankful, old man, that we're NOT dead, but alive to fight our own and

``You are very good to me,'' he said. ``I'm not just quite myself this morning. I'm a bit nervous, I think. You'll

``By noon,'' Clay promised. ``And if it does come,'' he added, ``don't forget my fifteen hundred men at the

``Good! I won't,'' Stuart replied. ``I'll call on you if I need them.'' He raised his fingers mechanically to his

helmet in salute, and catching up his sword turned and strode away erect and soldierly through the debris and

Clay remained motionless on the steps of the pedestal and followed the younger man with his eyes. He drew

a long breath and began a leisurely search through his pockets for his match box, gazing about him as he did

so, as though looking for some one to whom he could speak his feelings. He lifted his eyes to the stern,

smoothshaven face of the bronze statue above him that seemed to be watching Stuart's departing figure.

``General Bolivar,'' Clay said, as he lit his cigar, ``observe that young man. He is a soldier and a gallant

gentleman. You, sir, were a great soldierthe greatest this Godforsaken country will ever knowand you

were, sir, an ardent lover. I ask you to salute that young man as I do, and to wish him well.'' Clay lifted his

high hat to the back of the young officer as it was hidden in the hanging vines, and once again, with grave

respect to the grim features of the great general above him, and then smiling at his own conceit, he ran lightly

Clay slept for three hours. He had left a note on the floor instructing MacWilliams and young Langham not to

go to the mines, but to waken him at ten o'clock, and by eleven the three men were galloping off to the city.

As they left the Palms they met Hope returning from a morning ride on the Alameda, and Clay begged her,

with much concern, not to ride abroad again. There was a difference in his tone toward her. There was more

anxiety in it than the occasion seemed to justify, and he put his request in the form of a favor to himself,

while the day previous he would simply have told her that she must not go riding alone.

``I hope not,'' Clay said, ``but the soldiers are coming in from the provinces for the review, and the roads are

``I'd be safe with you, though,'' said Hope, smiling persuasively upon the three men. ``Won't you take me

``Hope,'' said young Langham in the tone of the elder brother's brief authority, ``you must go home at once.''

``I'll bet you a box of cigars I can beat you to the veranda by fifty yards,'' said MacWilliams, turning his

Hope clasped her sailor hat in one hand and swung her whip with the other. ``I think not,'' she cried, and

``At times,'' said Clay, ``MacWilliams shows an unexpected knowledge of human nature.''

``Yes, he did quite right,'' assented Langham, nodding his head mysteriously. ``We've no time for girls at

Langham breathed deeply at the thought of the part he was to play in this coming struggle, and remained

respectfully silent as they trotted toward the city. He did not wish to disturb the plots and counterplots that he

was confident were forming in Clay's brain, and his devotion would have been severely tried had he known

that his hero's mind was filled with a picture of a young girl in a blue shirtwaist and a whipcord ridingskirt.

Clay sent for Stuart to join them at the restaurant, and MacWilliams arriving at the same time, the four men

seated themselves conspicuously in the centre of the cafe' and sipped their chocolate as though unconscious

of any imminent danger, and in apparent freedom from all responsibilities and care. While MacWilliams and

Langham laughed and disputed over a game of dominoes, the older men exchanged, under cover of their

The manifestoes, Stuart said, had failed of their purpose. He had already called upon the President, and had

offered to resign his position and leave the country, or to stay and fight his maligners, and take up arms at

once against Mendoza's party. Alvarez had treated him like a son, and bade him be patient. He held that

Caesar's wife was above suspicion because she was Caesar's wife, and that no canards posted at midnight

could affect his faith in his wife or in his friend. He refused to believe that any coup d'etat was imminent,

save the one which he himself meditated when he was ready to proclaim the country in a state of revolution,

``What nonsense!'' exclaimed Clay. ``What is a military dictatorship without soldiers? Can't he see that the

``No,'' Stuart replied. ``Rojas and I were with him all the morning. Rojas is an old trump, Clay. He's not

bright and he's oldfashioned; but he is honest. And the people know it. If I had Rojas for a chief instead of

Alvarez, I'd arrest Mendoza with my own hand, and I wouldn't be afraid to take him to the carcel through the

streets. The people wouldn't help him. But the President doesn't dare. Not that he hasn't pluck,'' added the

young lieutenant, loyally, ``for he takes his life in his hands when he goes to the review tomorrow, and he

knows it. Think of it, will you, out there alone with a field of five thousand men around him! Rojas thinks he

can hold half of them, as many as Mendoza can, and I have my fifty. But you can't tell what any one of them

will do for a drink or a dollar. They're no more soldiers than these waiters. They're bandits in uniform, and

Stuart looked away and lowered his eyes to the table. ``He hasn't the money, I suppose,'' he said, evasively.

``Hehe has transferred every cent of it into drafts on Rothschild. They are at the house now, representing

``They're all alike; you know them,'' said Stuart. ``They won't believe they're in danger until the explosion

comes, but they always have a special train ready, and they keep the funds of the government under their

Stuart raised his eyes and dropped them again, and Clay sighed. ``I'm sorry,'' he said.

MacWilliams interrupted them in an indignant stagewhisper. ``Say, how long have we got to keep up this

fake game?'' he asked. ``I don't know anything about dominoes, and neither does Ted. Tell us what you've

been saying. Is there going to be trouble? If there is, Ted and I want to be in it. We are looking for trouble.''

Clay had tipped back his chair, and was surveying the restaurant and the blazing plaza beyond its open front

with an expression of cheerful unconcern. Two men were reading the morning papers near the door, and two

others were dragging through a game of dominoes in a far corner. The heat of midday had settled on the

place, and the waiters dozed, with their chairs tipped back against the walls. Outside, the awning of the

restaurant threw a broad shadow across the marbletopped tables on the sidewalk, and half a dozen fiacre

The town was taking its siesta, and the brisk step of a stranger who crossed the tessellated floor and rapped

with his knuckles on the top of the cigarcase was the only sign of life. The newcomer turned with one hand

on the glass case and swept the room carelessly with his eyes. They were hard blue eyes under straight

eyebrows. Their owner was dressed unobtrusively in a suit of rough tweed, and this and his black hat, and the

As he faced them the forelegs of Clay's chair descended slowly to the floor, and he began to smile

comprehendingly and to nod his head as though the coming of the stranger had explained something of which

he had been in doubt. His companions turned and followed the direction of his eyes, but saw nothing of

interest in the newcomer. He looked as though he might be a concession hunter from the States, or a

Manchester drummer, prepared to offer six months' credit on blankets and hardware.

Clay rose and strode across the room, circling the tables in such a way that he could keep himself between the

stranger and the door. At his approach the newcomer turned his back and fumbled with his change on the

``Captain Burke, I believe?'' said Clay. The stranger bit the cigar he had just purchased, and shook his head.

``I am very glad to see you,'' Clay continued. ``Sit down, won't you? I want to talk with you.''

``I think you've made a mistake,'' the stranger answered, quietly. ``My name is''

``Colonel, perhaps, then,'' said Clay. ``I might have known it. I congratulate you, Colonel.''

The man looked at Clay for an instant, with the cigar clenched between his teeth and his blue eyes fixed

steadily on the other's face. Clay waved his hand again invitingly toward a table, and the man shrugged his

``Come over here, boys,'' Clay called. ``I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Captain Burke.''

The man called Burke stared at the three men as they crossed the room and seated themselves at the table, and

``We have here,'' said Clay, gayly, but in a low voice, ``the key to the situation. This is the gentleman who

supplies Mendoza with the sinews of war. Captain Burke is a brave soldier and a citizen of my own or of any

Burke smiled grimly, with a condescending nod, and putting away the cigar, took out a brier pipe and began

to fill it from his tobaccopouch. ``The Captain is a man of few words and extremely modest about himself,''

Clay continued, lightly; ``so I must tell you who he is myself. He is a promoter of revolutions. That is his

business,a professional promoter of revolutions, and that is what makes me so glad to see him again. He

knows all about the present crisis here, and he is going to tell us all he knows as soon as he fills his pipe. I

ought to warn you, Burke,'' he added, ``that this is Captain Stuart, in charge of the police and the President's

cavalry troop. So, you see, whatever you say, you will have one man who will listen to you.''

Burke crossed one short fat leg over the other, and crowded the tobacco in the bowl of his pipe with his

``No, you didn't think I was in Chili,'' Clay replied, kindly. ``I left Chili two years ago. The Captain and I met

there,'' he explained to the others, ``when Balmaceda was trying to make himself dictator. The Captain was

on the side of the Congressionalists, and was furnishing arms and dynamite. The Captain is always on the

winning side, at least he always has beenup to the present. He is not a creature of sentiment; are you,

Burke? The Captain believes with Napoleon that God is on the side that has the heaviest artillery.''

Burke lighted his pipe and drummed absentmindedly on the table with his matchbox.

``Of course not,'' Clay assented, cheerfully. He looked at Burke and laughed, as though the sight of him

recalled pleasant memories. ``I wish I could give these boys an idea of how clever you are, Captain,'' he said.

``The Captain was the first man, for instance, to think of packing cartridges in tubs of lard, and of sending

rifles in pianocases. He represents the Welby revolver people in England, and half a dozen firms in the

States, and he has his little stores in Tampa and Mobile and Jamaica, ready to ship off at a moment's notice to

any revolution in Central America. When I first met the Captain,'' Clay continued, gleefully, and quite

unmindful of the other's continued silence, ``he was starting off to rescue Arabi Pasha from the island of

Ceylon. You may remember, boys, that when Dufferin saved Arabi from hanging, the British shipped him to

Ceylon as a political prisoner. Well, the Captain was sent by Arabi's followers in Egypt to bring him back to

lead a second rebellion. Burke had everybody bribed at Ceylon, and a fine schooner fitted out and a lot of

ruffians to do the fighting, and then the good, kind British Government pardoned Arabi the day before Burke

``Six thousand pounds sterling I was to have got for that,'' he said, with a touch of pardonable pride in his

voice, ``and they set him free the day before I got there, just as Mr. Clay tells you.''

``And then you headed Granville Prior's expedition for buried treasure off the island of Cocos, didn't you?''

said Clay. ``Go on, tell them about it. Be sociable. You ought to write a book about your different business

ventures, Burke, indeed you ought; but then,'' Clay added, smiling, ``nobody would believe you.'' Burke

rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, with his fingers, and looked modestly at the ceiling, and the two younger boys

``There ain't anything in buried treasure,'' he said, after a pause, ``except the money that's sunk in the fitting

``All foolishness, eh?'' said Clay, encouragingly. ``And what did you do after Balmaceda was beaten?after

``Crespo,'' Burke replied, after a pause, during which he pulled gently on his pipe. `` `Caroline

Brewer'cleared from Key West for Curacao, with cargo of sewingmachines and ploughs beached

below Maracaibothirtyfive thousand rounds and two thousand riflesat twenty bolivars apiece.''

``Of course,'' said Clay, in a tone of genuine appreciation. ``I might have known you'd be in that. He says,'' he

explained, ``that he assisted General Crespo in Venezuela during his revolution against Guzman Blanco's

party, and loaded a tramp steamer called the `Caroline Brewer' at Key West with arms, which he landed

safely at a place for which he had no clearance papers, and he received forty thousand dollars in our money

``Well, I don't know,'' Burke demurred. ``You take in the cost of leasing the boat and provisioning her, and

the crew's wages, and the cost of the cargo; that cuts into profits. Then I had to stand off shore between

Trinidad and Curacao for over three weeks before I got the signal to run in, and after that I was chased by a

gunboat for three days, and the crazy fool put a shot clean through my engineroom. Cost me about twelve

There was a pause, and Clay turned his eyes to the street, and then asked, abruptly, ``What are you doing

``Trying to get orders for smokeless powder,'' Burke answered, promptly. He met Clay's look with eyes as

undisturbed as his own. ``But they won't touch it down here,'' he went on. ``It doesn't appeal to 'em. It's too

``How long?'' repeated Burke, like a man in a witnessbox who is trying to gain time. ``Well, I was thinking

of leaving by Friday, and taking a muletrain over to Bogota instead of waiting for the steamer to Colon.'' He

blew a mouthful of smoke into the air and watched it drifting toward the door with apparent interest.

``The `Santiago' leaves here Saturday for New York. I guess you had better wait over for her,'' Clay said. ``I'll

engage your passage, and, in the meantime, Captain Stuart here will see that they treat you well in the

The men around the table started, and sat motionless looking at Clay, but Burke only took his pipe from his

mouth and knocked the ashes out on the heel of his boot. ``What am I going to the cuartel for?'' he asked.

``Well, the public good, I suppose,'' laughed Clay. ``I'm sorry, but it's your own fault. You shouldn't have

``What have you got to do with it?'' asked Burke, calmly, as he began to refill his pipe. He had the air of a

man who saw nothing before him but an afternoon of pleasant discourse and leisurely inactivity.

``You know what I've got to do with it,'' Clay replied. ``I've got our concession to look after.''

``No, but I'm going to run you out of it,'' Clay answered. ``Now, what are you going to do,make it

unpleasant for us and force our hand, or drive down quietly with our friend MacWilliams here? He is the best

``Yes,'' Stuart answered, smiling. ``I agree with Mr. Clay in whatever he thinks right.''

``Oh, well, in that case,'' said Burke, rising reluctantly, with a protesting sigh, ``I guess I'd better call on the

``Indeed! That's bad for me,'' muttered Burke, as though in much concern. ``Well, then, I'll ask you to let me

``Certainly,'' Clay assented, with alacrity. ``Mr. Langham, this young gentleman's father, got him his

appointment, so I've no doubt he'll be only too glad to do anything for a friend of ours.''

Burke raised his eyes and looked inquiringly at Clay, as though to assure himself that this was true, and Clay

``Oh, very well,'' Burke said. ``Then, as I happen to be an Irishman by the name of Burke, and a British

subject, I'll try Her Majesty's representative, and we'll see if he will allow me to be locked up without a

``That's no good, either,'' said Clay, shaking his head. ``You fixed your nationality, as far as this continent is

concerned, in Rio harbor, when Peixoto handed you over to the British admiral, and you claimed to be an

American citizen, and were sent on board the `Detroit.' If there's any doubt about that we've only got to cable

to Rio Janeiroto either legation. But what's the use? They know me here, and they don't know you, and I

``Oh, well, if you put it that way, I'll go,'' said Burke. ``But,'' he added, in a lower voice, ``it's too late, Clay.''

The expression of amusement on Clay's face, and his ease of manner, fell from him at the words, and he

pulled Burke back into the chair again. ``What do you mean?'' he asked, anxiously.

``I mean just that, it's too late,'' Burke answered. ``I don't mind going to jail. I won't be there long. My work's

all done and paid for. I was only staying on to see the fun at the finish, to see you fellows made fools of.''

``My dear boy!'' exclaimed the American, with a suggestion in his speech of his Irish origin, as his interest

rose. ``Did you ever know me to go into anything of this sort for the sentiment of it? Did you ever know me

to back the losing side? No. Well, I tell you that you fellows have no more show in this than a parcel of

Sundayschool children. Of course I can't say when they mean to strike. I don't know, and I wouldn't tell you

if I did. But when they do strike there'll be no striking back. It'll be all over but the cheering.''

Burke's tone was calm and positive. He held the centre of the stage now, and he looked from one to the other

``Alvarez may get off, and so may Madame Alvarez,'' he added, lowering his voice and turning his face away

from Stuart. ``But not if she shows herself in the streets, and not if she tries to take those drafts and jewels

``I know nothing,'' Burke replied. ``At least, nothing to what the rest of them know. That's only the gossip I

pick up at headquarters. It doesn't concern me. I've delivered my goods and given my receipt for the money,

and that's all I care about. But if it will make an old friend feel any more comfortable to have me in jail, why,

Clay sat with pursed lips looking at Stuart. The two boys leaned with their elbows on the tables and stared at

Burke, who was searching leisurely through his pockets for his matchbox. From outside came the lazy cry

of a vendor of lottery tickets, and the swift, uneven patter of bare feet, as company after company of

dustcovered soldiers passed on their way from the provinces, with their shoes swinging from their bayonets.

``After all, this is only a matter of business,'' he said, ``with all of us. What do you say, Burke, to taking a ride

with me to Stuart's rooms, and having a talk there with the President and Mr. Langham? Langham has three

millions sunk in these mines, and Alvarez has even better reasons than that for wanting to hold his job. What

do you say? That's better than going to jail. Tell us what they mean to do, and who is to do it, and I'll let you

name your own figure, and I'll guarantee you that they'll meet it. As long as you've no sentiment, you might

Burke opened his lips as though to speak, and then shut them again, closely. If the others thought that he was

giving Clay's proposition a second and more serious thought, he was quick to undeceive them.

``There ARE men in the business who do that sort of thing,'' he said. ``They sell arms to one man, and sell the

fact that he's got them to the deputymarshals, and sell the story of how smart they've been to the

newspapers. And they never make any more sales after that. I'd look pretty, wouldn't I, bringing stuff into this

country, and getting paid for it, and then telling you where it was hid, and everything else I knew? I've no

sentiment, as you say, but I've got business instinct, and that's not business. No, I've told you enough, and if

you think I'm not safe at large, why I'm quite ready to take a ride with your young friend here.''

MacWilliams rose with alacrity, and beaming with pleasure at the importance of the duty thrust upon him.

``It's an honor to be associated with Captain Burke in any way,'' said MacWilliams, as he followed him into a

``You wouldn't think so if you knew better,'' said Burke. ``My friends have been watching us while we have

been talking in there for the last hour. They're watching us now, and if I were to nod my head during this ride,

they'd throw you out into the street and set me free, if they had to break the cab into kindlingwood while

MacWilliams changed his seat to the one opposite his prisoner, and peered up and down the street in some

``I suppose you know there's an answer to that, don't you?'' he asked. ``Well, the answer is, that if you nod

Burke gave an exclamation of disgust, and gazed at his zealous guardian with an expression of trepidation

MacWilliams nodded. ``Why not?'' he said; ``these are rather heavy weather times, just at present, thanks to

you and your friends. Why, you seem rather afraid of firearms,'' he added, with the intolerance of youth.

The IrishAmerican touched the young man on the knee, and lifted his hat. ``My son,'' he said, ``when your

hair is as gray as that, and you have been through six campaigns, you'll be brave enough to own that you're

Clay and Langham left MacWilliams and Stuart to look after their prisoner, and returned to the Palms, where

they dined in state, and made no reference, while the women were present, to the events of the day.

The moon rose late that night, and as Hope watched it, from where she sat at the dinnertable facing the open

windows, she saw the figure of a man standing outlined in silhouette upon the edge of the cliff. He was

dressed in the uniform of a sailor, and the moonlight played along the barrel of a rifle upon which he leaned,

Hope opened her lips to speak, and then closed them again, and smiled with pleasurable excitement. A

moment later King, who sat on her right, called one of the servants to his side and whispered some

instructions, pointing meanwhile at the wine upon the table. And a minute after, Hope saw the white figure of

the servant cross the garden and approach the sentinel. She saw the sentry fling his gun sharply to his hip, and

then, after a moment's parley, toss it up to his shoulder and disappear from sight among the plants of the

The men did not leave the table with the ladies, as was their custom, but remained in the diningroom, and

Mr. Langham would not believe that the downfall of the Government was as imminent as the others believed

it to be. It was only after much argument, and with great reluctance, that he had even allowed King to arm

half of his crew, and to place them on guard around the Palms. Clay warned him that in the disorder that

followed every successful revolution, the homes of unpopular members of the Cabinet were often burned, and

that he feared, should Mendoza succeed, and Alvarez fall, that the mob might possibly vent its victorious

wrath on the Palms because it was the home of the alien, who had, as they thought, robbed the country of the

iron mines. Mr. Langham said he did not think the people would tramp five miles into the country seeking

There was an American manofwar lying in the harbor of Truxillo, a seaport of the republic that bounded

Olancho on the south, and Clay was in favor of sending to her captain by Weimer, the Consul, and asking

him to anchor off Valencia, to protect American interests. The run would take but a few hours, and the sight

of the vessel's white hull in the harbor would, he thought, have a salutary effect upon the revolutionists. But

``Well, I'm sorry,'' said Clay. ``I should very much like to have that manofwar here. However, if you say

no, we will try to get along without her. But, for the present, I think you had better imagine yourself back in

New York, and let us have an entirely free hand. We've gone too far to drop out,'' he went on, laughing at the

sight of Mr. Langham's gloomy countenance. ``We've got to fight them now. It's against human nature not to

They both smiled back at him in unanimous disapproval of his policy of noninterference.

``Oh, very well,'' he said, at last. ``You gentlemen can go ahead, kill, burn, and destroy if you wish. But,

considering the fact that it is my property you are all fighting about, I really think I might have something to

say in the matter.'' Mr. Langham gazed about him helplessly, and shook his head.

``My doctor sends me down here from a quiet, happy home,'' he protested, with humorous pathos, ``that I

may rest and get away from excitement, and here I am with armed men patrolling my gardenpaths, with a

lot of filibusters plotting at my own dinnertable, and a civil war likely to break out, entirely on my account.

And Dr. Winter told me this was the only place that would cure my nervous prostration!''

Hope joined Clay as soon as the men left the diningroom, and beckoned him to the farther end of the

``What is what?'' laughed Clay. He seated himself on the rail of the veranda, with his face to the avenue and

the driveway leading to the house. They could hear the others from the back of the house, and the voice of

young Langham, who was giving an imitation of MacWilliams, and singing with peculiar emphasis, ``There

``Why are the men guarding the Palms, and why did you go to the Plaza Bolivar this morning at daybreak?

Alice says you left them there. I want to know what it means. I am nearly as old as Ted, and he knows. The

``King's men from the `Vesta'. I saw some of them dodging around in the bushes, and I went to find out what

they were doing, and I walked into fifteen of them at your office. They have hammocks swung all over the

veranda, and a quickfiring gun made fast to the steps, and muskets stacked all about, just like real soldiers,

``We'll put you in the carcel,'' said Clay, ``if you go spying on our forces. Your father doesn't wish you to

know anything about it, but, since you have found it out for yourself, you might as well know what little there

is to know. It's the same story. Mendoza is getting ready to start his revolution, or, rather, he has started it.''

``You are very flattering,'' said Clay. ``Even if I could stop him, it's not my business to do it as yet. I have to

wait until he interferes with me, or my mines, or my workmen. Alvarez is the man who should stop him, but

he is afraid. We cannot do anything until he makes the first move. If I were the President, I'd have Mendoza

shot tomorrow morning and declare martial law. Then I'd arrest everybody I didn't like, and levy forced

loans on all the merchants, and sail away to Paris and live happy ever after. That's what Mendoza would do if

he caught any one plotting against him. And that's what Alvarez should do, too, according to his lights, if he

had the courage of his convictions, and of his education. I like to see a man play his part properly, don't you?

If you are an emperor, you ought to conduct yourself like one, as our German friend does. Or if you are a

prizefighter, you ought to be a human bulldog. There's no such thing as a gentlemanly pugilist, any more

than there can be a virtuous burglar. And if you're a South American Dictator, you can't afford to be

squeamish about throwing your enemies into jail or shooting them for treason. The way to dictate is to

``Does she do that?'' asked Hope. ``And do you think she will be in dangerany personal danger, if the

``Well, she is very unpopular,'' Clay answered, ``and unjustly so, I think. But it would be better, perhaps, for

``Is our Captain Stuart in danger, too?'' the girl continued, anxiously. ``Alice says they put up placards about

him all over the city last night. She saw his men tearing them down as she was coming home. What has he

``Nothing,'' Clay answered, shortly. ``He happens to be in a false position, that's all. They think he is here

because he is not wanted in his own country; that is not so. That is not the reason he remains here. When he

was even younger than he is now, he was wild and foolish, and spent more money than he could afford, and

lent more money to his brotherofficers, I have no doubt, than they ever paid back. He had to leave the

regiment because his father wouldn't pay his debts, and he has been selling his sword for the last three years

to one or another king or sultan or party all over the world, in China and Madagascar, and later in Siam. I

hope you will be very kind to Stuart and believe well of him, and that you will listen to no evil against him.

Somewhere in England Stuart has a sister like youabout your age, I mean, that loves him very dearly, and a

father whose heart aches for him, and there is a certain royal regiment that still drinks his health with pride.

He is a lonely little chap, and he has no sense of humor to help him out of his difficulties, but he is a very

brave gentleman. And he is here fighting for men who are not worthy to hold his horse's bridle, because of a

woman. And I tell you this because you will hear many lies about himand about her. He serves her with

the same sort of chivalric devotion that his ancestors felt for the woman whose ribbons they tied to their

``I understand,'' Hope said, softly. ``I am glad you told me. I shall not forget.'' She sighed and shook her head.

Clay laughed. ``I fear my executive ability is not of so high an order; besides, as I haven't been born to it, my

conscience might trouble me if I had to shoot my enemies and rob the worthy merchants. I had better stick to

``What do you mean by that?'' she demanded. There was a tone of such sharp reproach in her voice that Clay

``I mean nothing by it,'' he said. ``Your sister and I had a talk the other day about a man's making the best of

himself, and it opened my eyes toto many things. It was a very healthy lesson.''

``It could not have been a very healthy lesson,'' Hope replied, severely, ``if it makes you speak of your work

slightingly, as you did then. That didn't sound at all natural, or like you. It sounded like Alice. Tell me, did

The pleasure of hearing Hope take his part against himself was so comforting to Clay that he hesitated in

answering in order to enjoy it the longer. Her enthusiasm touched him deeply, and he wondered if she were

enthusiastic because she was young, or because she was sure she was right, and that he was in the wrong.

``It started this way,'' Clay began, carefully. He was anxious to be quite fair to Miss Langham, but he found it

difficult to give her point of view correctly, while he was hungering for a word that would reestablish him in

his own good opinion. ``Your sister said she did not think very much of what I had done, but she explained

kindly that she hoped for better things from me. But what troubles me is, that I will never do anything much

better or very different in kind from the work I have done lately, and so I am a bit discouraged about it in

consequence. You see,'' said Clay, ``when I come to die, and they ask me what I have done with my ten

fingers, I suppose I will have to say, `Well, I built such and such railroads, and I dug up so many tons of ore,

and opened new countries, and helped make other men rich.' I can't urge in my behalf that I happen to have

been so fortunate as to have gained the goodwill of yourself or your sister. That is quite reason enough to

me, perhaps, for having lived, but it might not appeal to them. I want to feel that I have accomplished

something outside of myselfsomething that will remain after I go. Even if it is only a breakwater or a

patent coupling. When I am dead it will not matter to any one what I personally was, whether I was a bore or

a most charming companion, or whether I had red hair or blue. It is the work that will tell. And when your

sister, whose judgment is the judgment of the outside world, more or less, says that the work is not worth

while, I naturally feel a bit discouraged. It meant so much to me, and it hurt me to find it meant so little to

Hope remained silent for some time, but the rigidity of her attitude, and the tightness with which she pressed

her lips together, showed that her mind was deeply occupied. They both sat silent for some few moments,

looking down toward the distant lights of the city. At the farther end of the double row of bushes that lined

the avenue they could see one of King's sentries passing to and fro across the roadway, a long black shadow

``You are very unfair to yourself,'' the girl said at last, ``and Alice does not represent the opinion of the world,

only of a very small part of ither own little world. She does not know how little it is. And you are wrong as

to what they will ask you at the end. What will they care whether you built railroads or painted impressionist

pictures? They will ask you `What have you made of yourself? Have you been fine, and strong, and sincere?'

That is what they will ask. And we like you because you are all of these things, and because you look at life

so cheerfully, and are unafraid. We do not like men because they build railroads, or because they are prime

ministers. We like them for what they are themselves. And as to your work!'' Hope added, and then paused in

eloquent silence. ``I think it is a grand work, and a noble work, full of hardships and selfsacrifices. I do not

know of any man who has done more with his life than you have done with yours.'' She stopped and

controlled her voice before she spoke again. ``You should be very proud,'' she said.

Clay lowered his eyes and sat silent, looking down the roadway. The thought that the girl felt what she said

so deeply, and that the fact that she had said it meant more to him than anything else in the world could mean,

left him thrilled and trembling. He wanted to reach out his hand and seize both of hers, and tell her how much

she was to him, but it seemed like taking advantage of the truths of a confessional, or of a child's innocent

``No, Miss Hope,'' he answered, with an effort to speak lightly, ``I wish I could believe you, but I know

myself better than any one else can, and I know that while my bridges may stand examination_I_ can't.''

Hope turned and looked at him with eyes full of such sweet meaning that he was forced to turn his own away.

Clay drew a quick, deep breath, and started to his feet, as though he had thrown off the restraint under which

It was not a girl, but a woman who had spoken then, but, though he turned eagerly toward her, he stood with

The clatter of horses' hoofs coming toward them at a gallop broke in rudely upon the tense stillness of the

moment, but neither noticed it. ``How far,'' Clay began, in a strained voice, ``how far,'' he asked, more

Hope's eyes had closed for an instant, and opened again, and she smiled upon him with a look of perfect

confidence and content. The beat of the horses' hoofs came now from the end of the driveway, and they could

hear the men at the rear of the house pushing back their chairs and hurrying toward them. Hope raised her

head, and Clay moved toward her eagerly. The horses were within a hundred yards. Before Hope could

speak, the sentry's voice rang out in a hoarse, sharp challenge, like an alarm of fire on the silent night.

``Halt!'' they heard him cry. And as the horses tore past him, and their riders did not turn to look, he shouted

again, ``Halt, damn you!'' and fired. The flash showed a splash of red and yellow in the moonlight, and the

report started into life hundreds of echoes which carried it far out over the waters of the harbor, and tossed it

into sharp angles, and distant corners, and in an instant a myriad of sounds answered it; the frightened cry of

nightbirds, the barking of dogs in the village below, and the footsteps of men running.

``Go,'' she said. ``See what is wrong,'' and moved away as though she already felt that he could act more

The two horses fell back on their haunches before the steps, and MacWilliams and Stuart tumbled out of their

saddles, and started, running back on foot in the direction from which the shot had come, tugging at their

``Come back,'' Clay shouted to them. ``That's all right. He was only obeying orders. That's one of King's

``Oh, is that it?'' said Stuart, in matteroffact tones, as he turned again to the house. ``Good idea. Tell him to

fire lower next time. And, I say,'' he went on, as he bowed curtly to the assembled company on the veranda,

``since you have got a picket out, you had better double it. And, Clay, see that no one leaves here without

``All right, General,'' laughed King, and walked away to meet his sailors, who came running up the hill in

MacWilliams had not opened his lips, but he was bristling with importance, and his effort to appear calm and

soldierly, like Stuart, told more plainly than speech that he was the bearer of some invaluable secret. The

sight filled young Langham with a disquieting fear that he had missed something.

Stuart looked about him, and pulled briskly at his gauntlets. King and his sailors were grouped together on

the grass before the house. Mr. Langham and his daughters, and Clay, were standing on the steps, and the

Stuart saluted Mr. Langham, as though to attract his especial attention, and then addressed himself in a low

``It's come,'' he said. ``We've been in it since dinnertime, and we've got a whole night's work cut out for

you.'' He was laughing with excitement, and paused for a moment to gain breath. ``I'll tell you the worst of it

first. Mendoza has sent word to Alvarez that he wants the men at the mines to be present at the review

tomorrow. He says they must take part. He wrote a most insolent letter. Alvarez got out of it by saying that

the men were under contract to you, and that you must give your permission first. Mendoza sent me word that

if you would not let the men come, he would go out and fetch them in him self.''

``Indeed!'' growled Clay. ``Kirkland needs those men tomorrow to load orecars for Thursday's steamer. He

can't spare them. That is our answer, and it happens to be a true one, but if it weren't true, if tomorrow was

All Saints' Day, and the men had nothing to do but to lie in the sun and sleep, Mendoza couldn't get them.

And if he comes to take them tomorrow, he'll have to bring his army with him to do it. And he couldn't do it

then, Mr. Langham,'' Clay cried, turning to that gentleman, ``if I had better weapons. The five thousand

dollars I wanted you to spend on rifles, sir, two months ago, might have saved you several millions

Clay's words seemed to bear some special significance to Stuart and MacWilliams, for they both laughed, and

``Come inside,'' he said. ``That is why we are here. MacWilliams has found out where Burke hid his shipment

of arms. We are going to try and get them tonight.'' He hurried into the diningroom, and the others grouped

themselves about the table. ``Tell them about it, MacWilliams,'' Stuart commanded. ``I will see that no one

MacWilliams was pushed into Mr. Langham's place at the head of the long table, and the others dragged their

chairs up close around him. King put the candles at the opposite end of the table, and set some decanters and

glasses in the centre. ``To look as though we were just enjoying ourselves,'' he explained, pleasantly.

Mr. Langham, with his fine, delicate fingers beating nervously on the table, observed the scene as an

onlooker, rather than as the person chiefly interested. He smiled as he appreciated the incongruity of the

tableau, and the contrast which the actors presented to the situation. He imagined how much it would amuse

his contemporaries of the Union Club, at home, if they could see him then, with the still, tropical night

outside, the candles reflected on the polished table and on the angles of the decanters, and showing the intent

faces of the young girls and the men leaning eagerly forward around MacWilliams, who sat conscious and

embarrassed, his hair dishevelled, and his face covered with dust, while Stuart paced up and down in the

``Well, it happened like this,'' MacWilliams began, nervously, and addressing himself to Clay. ``Stuart and I

put Burke safely in a cell by himself. It was one of the old ones that face the street. There was a narrow

window in it, about eight feet above the floor, and no means of his reaching it, even if he stood on a chair. We

stationed two troopers before the door, and sent out to a cafe' across the street for our dinners. I finished mine

about nine o'clock, and said `Good night' to Stuart, and started to come out here. I went across the street first,

however, to give the restaurant man some orders about Burke's breakfast. It is a narrow street, you know,

with a long gardenwall and a row of little shops on one side, and with the jailwall taking up all of the other

side. The street was empty when I left the jail, except for the sentry on guard in front of it, but just as I was

leaving the restaurant I saw one of Stuart's police come out and peer up and down the street and over at the

shops. He looked frightened and anxious, and as I wasn't taking chances on anything, I stepped back into the

restaurant and watched him through the window. He waited until the sentry had turned his back, and started

away from him on his post, and then I saw him drop his sabre so that it rang on the sidewalk. He was

standing, I noticed then, directly under the third window from the door of the jail. That was the window of

Burke's cell. When I grasped that fact I got out my gun and walked to the door of the restaurant. Just as I

reached it a piece of paper shot out through the bars of Burke's cell and fell at the policeman's feet, and he

stamped his boot down on it and looked all around again to see if any one had noticed him. I thought that was

my cue, and I ran across the street with my gun pointed, and shouted to him to give me the paper. He jumped

about a foot when he first saw me, but he was game, for he grabbed up the paper and stuck it in his mouth

and began to chew on it. I was right up on him then, and I hit him on the chin with my left fist and knocked

him down against the wall, and dropped on him with both knees and choked him till I made him spit out the

paperand two teeth,'' MacWilliams added, with a conscientious regard for details. ``The sentry turned just

then and came at me with his bayonet, but I put my finger to my lips, and that surprised him, so that he didn't

know just what to do, and hesitated. You see, I didn't want Burke to hear the row outside, so I grabbed my

policeman by the collar and pointed to the jaildoor, and the sentry ran back and brought out Stuart and the

guard. Stuart was pretty mad when he saw his policeman all bloody. He thought it would prejudice his other

men against us, but I explained out loud that the man had been insolent, and I asked Stuart to take us both to

his private room for a hearing, and, of course, when I told him what had happened, he wanted to punch the

chap, too. We put him ourselves into a cell where he could not communicate with any one, and then we read

the paper. Stuart has it,'' said MacWilliams, pushing back his chair, ``and he'll tell you the rest.'' There was a

pause, in which every one seemed to take time to breathe, and then a chorus of questions and explanations.

``Yes,'' said Clay, tapping the younger man on the shoulder as he passed him. ``That's good work. Now show

``Burke did this up in one of those paper boxes for wax matches,'' he explained, ``and weighted it with a

``Going to use it for a scarfpin,'' explained MacWilliams, in parenthesis. ``Sort of warmedal, like the

``This is in Spanish,'' Stuart explained. ``I will translate it. It is not addressed to any one, and it is not signed,

but it was evidently written to Mendoza, and we know it is in Burke's handwriting, for we compared it with

some notes of his that we took from him before he was locked up. He says, `I cannot keep the appointment,

as I have been arrested.' The line that follows here,'' Stuart explained, raising his head, ``has been scratched

out, but we spent some time over it, and we made out that it read: `It was Mr. Clay who recognized me, and

ordered my arrest. He is the best man the others have. Watch him.' We think he rubbed that out through good

feeling toward Clay. There seems to be no other reason. He's a very good sort, this old Burke, I think.''

``Well, never mind him; it was very decent of him, anyway,'' said Clay. ``Go on. Get to Hecuba.''

`` `I cannot keep the appointment, as I have been arrested,' '' repeated Stuart. `` `I landed the goods last night

in safety. I could not come in when first signalled, as the wind and tide were both off shore. But we got all the

stuff stored away by morning. Your agent paid me in full and got my receipt. Please consider this as the same

thingas the equivalent'it is difficult to translate it exactly,'' commented Stuart`` `as the equivalent of

the receipt I was to have given when I made my report tonight. I sent three of your guards away on my own

responsibility, for I think more than that number might attract attention to the spot, and they might be seen

from the ore trains.' That is the point of the note for us, of course,'' Stuart interrupted himself to say. ``Burke

adds,'' he went on, `` `that they are to make no effort to rescue him, as he is quite comfortable, and is willing

``Within sight of the oretrains!'' exclaimed Clay. ``There are no oretrains but ours. It must be along the line

``MacWilliams says he knows every foot of land along the railroad,'' said Stuart, ``and he is sure the place

``It is the only place,'' interrupted MacWilliams, ``where there is no surf. They could run small boats up the

inlet and unload in smooth water within twenty feet of the ramparts; and another thing, that is the only point

on the line with a wagon road running direct from it to the Capital. It's an old road, and hasn't been travelled

over for years, but it could be used. No,'' he added, as though answering the doubt in Clay's mind, ``there is

no other place. If I had a map here I could show you in a minute; where the beach is level there is a jungle

between it and the road, and wherever there is open country, there is a limestone formation and rocks

``But the fortress is so conspicuous,'' Clay demurred; ``the nearest rampart is within twenty feet of the road.

``That is just what Burke says,'' urged Stuart. ``That is the reason he gives for leaving only three men on

guard`I think more than that number might attract attention to the spot, as they might be seen from the

``We've done nothing,'' said Stuart. ``We lost our nerve when we found out how much we knew, and we

``Whatever we do must be done at once,'' said Clay. ``They will come for the arms tonight, most likely, and

we must be there first. I agree with you entirely about the place. It is only a question now of our being on

time. There are two things to do. The first thing is, to keep them from getting the arms, and the second is, if

we are lucky, to secure them for ourselves. If we can pull it off properly, we ought to have those rifles in the

mines before midnight. If we are hurried or surprised, we must dump them off the fort into the sea.'' Clay

laughed and looked about him at the men. ``We are only following out General Bolivar's saying `When you

want arms take them from the enemy.' Now, there are three places we must cover. This house, first of all,'' he

went on, inclining his head quickly toward the two sisters, ``then the city, and the mines. Stuart's place, of

course, is at the Palace. King must take care of this house and those in it, and MacWilliams and Langham and

I must look after the arms. We must organize two parties, and they had better approach the fort from here and

from the mines at the same time. I will need you to do some telegraphing for me, Mac; and, King, I must ask

King answered that there were fifteen men still on board, ten of whom would be of service. He added that

``I believe King's a pirate in business hours,'' Clay said, smiling. ``All right, that's good. Now go tell ten of

them to meet me at the roundhouse in half an hour. I will get MacWilliams to telegraph Kirkland to run an

engine and flat cars to within a half mile of the fort on the north, and we will come up on it with the sailors

and Ted, here, from the south. You must run the engine yourself, MacWilliams, and perhaps it would be

better, King, if your men joined us at the foot of the grounds here and not at the roundhouse. None of the

workmen must see our party start. Do you agree with me?'' he asked, turning to those in the group about him.

Stuart and King looked at one another ruefully and laughed. ``I don't see what good I am doing in town,''

protested Stuart. ``Yes, and I don't see where I come in, either,'' growled King, in aggrieved tones. ``These

``Mutiny,'' said Clay, in some perplexity, ``rank mutiny. Why, it's only a picnic. There are but three men

``I'll tell you what to do,'' cried Hope, with the air of having discovered a plan which would be acceptable to

``Well, I certainly mean to go,'' said Mr. Langham, decidedly. ``So some one else must stay here. Ted, you

The son and heir smiled upon his parent with a look of affectionate wonder, and shook his head at him in

``I'll stay,'' said King. ``I have never seen such ungallant conduct. Ladies,'' he said, ``I will protect your lives

and property, and we'll invent something exciting to do ourselves, even if we have to bombard the Capital.''

The men bade the women goodnight, and left them with King and Mr. Langham, who had been persuaded

to remain overnight, while Stuart rode off to acquaint Alvarez and General Rojas with what was going on.

There was no chance for Clay to speak to Hope again, though he felt the cruelty of having to leave her with

everything between them in this interrupted state. But their friends stood about her, interested and excited

over this expedition of smuggled arms, unconscious of the great miracle that had come into his life and of his

need to speak to and to touch the woman who had wrought it. Clay felt how much more binding than the laws

of life are the little social conventions that must be observed at times, even though the heart is leaping with

joy or racked with sorrow. He stood within a few feet of the woman he loved, wanting to cry out at her and to

tell her all the wonderful things which he had learned were true for the first time that night, but he was forced

instead to keep his eyes away from her face and to laugh and answer questions, and at the last to go away

content with having held her hand for an instant, and to have heard her say ``goodluck.''

MacWilliams called Kirkland to the office at the other end of the Company's wire, and explained the situation

to him. He was instructed to run an engine and freightcars to a point a quarter of a mile north of the fort, and

to wait there until he heard a locomotive whistle or pistol shots, when he was to run on to the fort as quickly

and as noiselessly as possible. He was also directed to bring with him as many of the American workmen as

he could trust to keep silent concerning the events of the evening. At ten o'clock MacWilliams had the steam

up in a locomotive, and with his only passengercar in the rear, ran it out of the yard and stopped the train at

the point nearest the cars where ten of the `Vesta's' crew were waiting. The sailors had no idea as to where

they were going, or what they were to do, but the fact that they had all been given arms filled them with

satisfaction, and they huddled together at the bottom of the car smoking and whispering, and radiant with

The train progressed cautiously until it was within a half mile below the fort, when Clay stopped it, and,

leaving two men on guard, stepped off the remaining distance on the ties, his little band following noiselessly

behind him like a procession of ghosts in the moonlight. They halted and listened from time to time as they

drew near the ruins, but there was no sound except the beating of the waves on the rocks and the rustling of

Clay motioned to the men to sit down, and, beckoning to MacWilliams, directed him to go on ahead and

``Aren't you going to make sure first that Kirkland is on the other side of the fort?'' MacWilliams whispered.

Clay replied that he was certain Kirkland had already arrived. ``He had a shorter run than ours, and he wired

MacWilliams pulled at his heavy boots and hid them in the bushes, with his helmet over them to mark the

spot. ``I feel as though I was going to rob a bank,'' he chuckled, as he waved his hand and crept off into the

For the first few moments the men who were left behind sat silent, but as the minutes wore on, and

MacWilliams made no sign, they grew restless, and shifted their positions, and began to whisper together,

until Clay shook his head at them, and there was silence again until one of them, in trying not to cough,

almost strangled, and the others tittered and those nearest pummelled him on the back.

Clay pulled out his revolver, and after spinning the cylinder under his fingernail, put it back in its holder

again, and the men, taking this as an encouraging promise of immediate action, began to examine their

weapons again for the twentieth time, and there was a chorus of short, muffled clicks as triggers were drawn

One of the men farthest down the track raised his arm, and all turned and half rose as they saw MacWilliams

coming toward them on a run, leaping noiselessly in his stocking feet from tie to tie. He dropped on his knees

``The guns are there all right,'' he whispered, panting, ``and there are only three men guarding them. They are

all sitting on the beach smoking. I hustled around the fort and came across the whole outfit in the second

gallery. It looks like a row of coffins, ten coffins and about twenty little boxes and kegs. I'm sure that means

they are coming for them tonight. They've not tried to hide them nor to cover them up. All we've got to do is

to walk down on the guards and tell them to throw up their hands. It's too easy.''

``Wait till I get my boots on first,'' begged MacWilliams. ``I wouldn't go over those cinders again in my bare

feet for all the buried treasure in the Spanish Main. You can make all the noise you want; the waves will

With MacWilliams to show them the way, the men scrambled up the outer wall of the fort and crossed the

mosscovered ramparts at the run. Below them, on the sandy beach, were three men sitting around a

driftwood fire that had sunk to a few hot ashes. Clay nodded to MacWilliams. ``You and Ted can have them,''

The sailors levelled their rifles at the three lonely figures on the beach as the two boys slipped down the wall

and fell on their hands and feet in the sand below, and then crawled up to within a few feet of where the men

As MacWilliams raised his revolver one of the three, who was cooking something over the fire, raised his

``Up with your hands!'' MacWilliams shouted in Spanish, and Langham, running in, seized the nearest sentry

There was a great rattle of falling stones and of breaking vines as the sailors tumbled down the side of the

fort, and in a half minute's time the three sentries were looking with angry, frightened eyes at the circle of

``Now gag them,'' said Clay. ``Does anybody here know how to gag a man?'' he asked. ``I don't.''

But the Spaniards were too terrified at what they had done, or at what they had failed to do, to further commit

``Tie us and gag us,'' one of them begged. ``Let them find us so. It is the kindest thing you can do for us.''

``Thank you, sir,'' said Clay. ``That is what I wanted to know. They are coming tonight, then. We must

The three sentries were bound and hidden at the base of the wall, with a sailor to watch them. He was a young

man with a high sense of the importance of his duties, and he enlivened the prisoners by poking them in the

Clay deemed it impossible to signal Kirkland as they had arranged to do, as they could not know now how

near those who were coming for the arms might be. So MacWilliams was sent back for his engine, and a few

minutes later they heard it rumble heavily past the fort on its way to bring up Kirkland and the flat cars. Clay

explored the lower chambers of the fort and found the boxes as MacWilliams had described them. Ten men,

with some effort, could lift and carry the larger coffinshaped boxes, and Clay guessed that, granting their

contents to be rifles, there must be a hundred pieces in each box, and that there were a thousand rifles in all.

They had moved half of the boxes to the side of the track when the train of flat cars and the two engines came

crawling and twisting toward them, between the walls of the jungle, like a great serpent, with no light about it

but the glow from the hot ashes as they fell between the rails. Thirty men, equally divided between Irish and

negroes, fell off the flat cars before the wheels had ceased to revolve, and, without a word of direction, began

loading the heavy boxes on the train and passing the kegs of cartridges from hand to hand and shoulder to

shoulder. The sailors spread out up the road that led to the Capital to give warning in case the enemy

approached, but they were recalled before they had reason to give an alarm, and in a half hour Burke's entire

shipment of arms was on the orecars, the men who were to have guarded them were prisoners in the cab of

the engine, and both trains were rushing at full speed toward the mines. On arriving there Kirkland's train was

switched to the siding that led to the magazine in which was stored the rackarock and dynamite used in the

blasting. By midnight all of the boxes were safely under lock in the zinc building, and the number of the men

who always guarded the place for fear of fire or accident was doubled, while a reserve, composed of

Kirkland's thirty picked men, were hidden in the surrounding houses and enginesheds.

Before Clay left he had one of the boxes broken open, and found that it held a hundred Mannlicher rifles.

``Good!'' he said. ``I'd give a thousand dollars in gold if I could bring Mendoza out here and show him his

own men armed with his own Mannlichers and dying for a shot at him. How old Burke will enjoy this when

The party from the Palms returned to their engine after many promises of reward to the men for their work

``overtime,'' and were soon flying back with their hearts as light as the smoke above them.

MacWilliams slackened speed as they neared the fort, and moved up cautiously on the scene of their recent

victory, but a warning cry from Clay made him bring his engine to a sharp stop. Many lights were flashing

over the ruins and they could see in their reflection the figures of men running over the same walls on which

``They look like a swarm of hornets after some one has chucked a stone through their nest,'' laughed

MacWilliams. ``What shall we do now? Go back, or wait here, or run the blockade?''

``Oh, ride them out,'' said Langham; ``the family's anxious, and I want to tell them what's happened. Go

Clay turned to the sailors in the car behind them. ``Lie down, men,'' he said. ``And don't any of you fire

unless I tell you to. Let them do all the shooting. This isn't our fight yet, and, besides, they can't hit a

``Suppose they've torn the track up?'' said MacWilliams, grinning. ``We'd look sort of silly flying through the

``Oh, they've not sense enough to think of that,'' said Clay. ``Besides, they don't know it was we who took

MacWilliams opened the throttle gently, and the train moved slowly forward, gaining speed at each

As the noise of its approach beat louder and louder on the air, a yell of disappointed rage and execration rose

into the night from the fort, and a mass of soldiers swarmed upon the track, leaping up and down and shaking

``That sounds a little as though they thought we had something to do with it,'' said MacWilliams, grimly. ``If

There was a flash of fire from where the mass of men stood, followed by a dozen more flashes, and the

He threw open the throttle as far as it would go, and the engine answered to his touch like a racehorse to the

whip. It seemed to spring from the track into the air. It quivered and shook like a live thing, and as it shot in

between the soldiers they fell back on either side, and MacWilliams leaned far out of his cabwindow

As the locomotive rushed out of the jungle, and passed the point on the road nearest to the Palms,

MacWilliams loosened three long triumphant shrieks from his whistle and the sailors stood up and cheered.

``Let them shout,'' cried Clay. ``Everybody will have to know now. It's begun at last,'' he said, with a laugh of

``And we took the first trick,'' said MacWilliams, as he ran his engine slowly into the railroad yard.

The whistles of the engine and the shouts of the sailors had carried far through the silence of the night, and as

the men came hurrying across the lawn to the Palms, they saw all of those who had been left behind grouped

``They do,'' young Langham cried, joyously. ``We've got all their arms, and they shot at us. We've been under

``Are any of you hurt?'' asked Miss Langham, anxiously, as she and the others hurried down the steps to

welcome them, while those of the `Vesta's' crew who had been left behind looked at their comrades with

Hope held out her hand to Clay and greeted him with a quiet, happy smile, that was in contrast to the

``I knew you would come back safely,'' she said. And the pressure of her hand seemed to add ``to me.''

The day of the review rose clear and warm, tempered by a light breeze from the sea. As it was a fete day, the

harbor wore an air of unwonted inactivity; no lighters passed heavily from the levees to the merchantmen at

anchor, and the warehouses along the wharves were closed and deserted. A thin line of smoke from the

funnels of the `Vesta' showed that her fires were burning, and the fact that she rode on a single anchor chain

As Clay was finishing his coffee two notes were brought to him from messengers who had ridden out that

morning, and who sat in their saddles looking at the armed force around the office with amused intelligence.

One note was from Mendoza, and said he had decided not to call out the regiment at the mines, as he feared

their long absence from drill would make them compare unfavorably with their comrades, and do him more

harm than credit. ``He is afraid of them since last night,'' was Clay's comment, as he passed the note on to

The second note was from Stuart. He said the city was already wide awake and restless, but whether this was

due to the fact that it was a fete day, or to some other cause which would disclose itself later, he could not

tell. Madame Alvarez, the afternoon before, while riding in the Alameda, had been insulted by a group of

men around a cafe', who had risen and shouted after her, one of them throwing a wineglass into her lap as

she rode past. His troopers had charged the sidewalk and carried off six of the men to the carcel. He and

Rojas had urged the President to make every preparation for immediate flight, to have the horses put to his

travelling carriage, and had warned him when at the review to take up his position at the point nearest to his

own bodyguard, and as far as possible from the troops led by Mendoza. Stuart added that he had absolute

confidence in the former. The policeman who had attempted to carry Burke's note to Mendoza had confessed

that he was the only traitor in the camp, and that he had tried to work on his comrades without success. Stuart

begged Clay to join him as quickly as possible. Clay went up the hill to the Palms, and after consulting with

Mr. Langham, dictated an order to Kirkland, instructing him to call the men together and to point out to them

how much better their condition had been since they had entered the mines, and to promise them an increase

of wages if they remained faithful to Mr. Langham's interests, and a small pension to any one who might be

``Tell them, if they are loyal, they can live in their shacks rent free hereafter,'' wrote Clay. ``They are always

asking for that. It's a cheap generosity,'' he added aloud to Mr. Langham, ``because we've never been able to

At noon young Langham ordered the best three horses in the stables to be brought to the door of the Palms for

Clay, MacWilliams, and himself. Clay's last words to King were to have the yacht in readiness to put to sea

when he telephoned him to do so, and he advised the women to have their dresses and more valuable

``Don't you think I might see the review if I went on horseback?'' Hope asked. ``I could get away then, if

``See the review! I should say not,'' he exclaimed. ``I don't even want Ted to be there.''

``Oh, that's always the way,'' said Hope, ``I miss everything. I think I'll come, however, anyhow. The servants

As the men neared Valencia, Clay turned in his saddle, and asked Langham if he thought his sister would

The reviewing party left the Government Palace for the Alameda at three o'clock, President Alvarez riding on

horseback in advance, and Madame Alvarez sitting in the State carriage with one of her attendants, and with

Stuart's troopers gathered so closely about her that the men's boots scraped against the wheels, and their

The great square in which the evolutions were to take place was lined on its four sides by the carriages of the

wealthy Olanchoans, except at the two gates, where there was a wide space left open to admit the soldiers.

The branches of the trees on the edges of the bare parade ground were black with men and boys, and the

balconies and roofs of the houses that faced it were gay with streamers and flags, and alive with women

wrapped for the occasion in their colored shawls. Seated on the grass between the carriages, or surging up

and down behind them, were thousands of people, each hurrying to gain a better place of vantage, or striving

to hold the one he had, and forming a restless, turbulent audience in which all individual cries were lost in a

great murmur of laughter, and calls, and cheers. The mass knit together, and pressed forward as the

President's band swung jauntily into the square and halted in one corner, and a shout of expectancy went up

from the trees and housetops as the President's bodyguard entered at the lower gate, and the broken place in

its ranks showed that it was escorting the State carriage. The troopers fell back on two sides, and the carriage,

with the President riding at its head, passed on, and took up a position in front of the other carriages, and

close to one of the sides of the hollow square. At Stuart's orders Clay, MacWilliams, and Langham had

pushed their horses into the rear rank of cavalry, and remained wedged between the troopers within twenty

feet of where Madame Alvarez was sitting. She was very white, and the powder on her face gave her an

added and unnatural pallor. As the people cheered her husband and herself she raised her head slightly and

seemed to be trying to catch any sound of dissent in their greeting, or some possible undercurrent of disfavor,

but the welcome appeared to be both genuine and hearty, until a second shout smothered it completely as the

figure of old General Rojas, the VicePresident, and the most dearly loved by the common people, came

through the gate at the head of his regiment. There was such greeting for him that the welcome to the

President seemed mean in comparison, and it was with an embarrassment which both felt that the two men

drew near together, and each leaned from his saddle to grasp the other's hand. Madame Alvarez sank back

rigidly on her cushions, and her eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement. She drew her mantilla a little

closer about her shoulders, with a nervous shudder as though she were cold. Suddenly the look of anxiety in

her eyes changed to one of annoyance, and she beckoned Clay imperiously to the side of the carriage.

``Look,'' she said, pointing across the square. ``If I am not mistaken that is Miss Langham, Miss Hope. The

one on the black horseit must be she, for none of the native ladies ride. It is not safe for her to be here

alone. Go,'' she commanded, ``bring her here to me. Put her next to the carriage, or perhaps she will be safer

Clay had recognized Hope before Madame Alvarez had finished speaking, and dashed off at a gallop, skirting

the line of carriages. Hope had stopped her horse beside a victoria, and was talking to the native women who

occupied it, and who were scandalized at her appearance in a public place with no one but a groom to attend

``Why, it's the same thing as a polo match,'' protested Hope, as Clay pulled up angrily beside the victoria. ``I

always ride over to polo alone at Newport, at least with James,'' she added, nodding her head toward the

The man approached Clay and touched his hat apologetically, ``Miss Hope would come, sir,'' he said, ``and I

thought I'd better be with her than to go off and tell Mr. Langham, sir. I knew she wouldn't wait for me.''

``I wanted to know the worst at once,'' she answered. ``I was anxious about Tedand you.''

``Well, it can't be helped now,'' he said. ``Come, we must hurry, here is our friend, the enemy.'' He bowed to

their acquaintances in the victoria and they trotted briskly off to the side of the President's carriage, just as a

yell arose from the crowd that made all the other shouts which had preceded it sound like the cheers of

``It reminds me of a football match,'' whispered young Langham, excitedly, ``when the teams run on the field.

Mendoza advanced at the front of his three troops of cavalry, looking neither to the left nor right, and by no

sign acknowledging the fierce uproarious greeting of the people. Close behind him came his chosen band of

cowboys and ruffians. They were the best equipped and least disciplined soldiers in the army, and were, to

the great relief of the people, seldom seen in the city, but were kept moving in the mountain passes and along

the coast line, on the lookout for smugglers with whom they were on the most friendly terms. They were a

picturesque body of blackguards, in their hightopped boots and silvertipped sombreros and heavy, gaudy

saddles, but the shout that had gone up at their advance was due as much to the fear they inspired as to any

``Now all the chessmen are on the board, and the game can begin,'' said Clay. ``It's like the scene in the play,

where each man has his sword at another man's throat and no one dares make the first move.'' He smiled as he

noted, with the eye of one who had seen Continental troops in action, the shuffling steps and slovenly

carriage of the halfgrown soldiers that followed Mendoza's cavalry at a quick step. Stuart's picked men, over

whom he had spent many hot and weary hours, looked like a troop of Life Guardsmen in comparison. Clay

noted their superiority, but he also saw that in numbers they were most woefully at a disadvantage.

It was a brilliant scene for so modest a capital. The sun flashed on the trappings of the soldiers, on the lacquer

and polished metal work of the carriages; and the Parisian gowns of their occupants and the fluttering flags

and banners filled the air with color and movement, while back of all, framing the parade ground with a band

of black, was the restless mob of people applauding the evolutions, and cheering for their favorites, Alvarez,

Mendoza, and Rojas, moved by an excitement that was in disturbing contrast to the easy goodnature of their

The marching and countermarching of the troops had continued with spirit for some time, and there was a

halt in the evolutions which left the field vacant, except for the presence of Mendoza's cavalrymen, who were

moving at a walk along one side of the quadrangle. Alvarez and VicePresident Rojas, with Stuart, as an

adjutant at their side, were sitting their horses within some fifty yards of the State carriage and the

bodyguard. Alvarez made a conspicuous contrast in his black coat and high hat to the brilliant greens and

reds of his generals' uniforms, but he sat his saddle as well as either of the others, and his white hair, white

imperial and mustache, and the dignity of his bearing distinguished him above them both. Little Stuart, sitting

at his side, with his blue eyes glaring from under his white helmet and his face burned to almost as red a tint

as his curly hair, looked like a fierce little bulldog in comparison. None of the three men spoke as they sat

It proved to be one of moment. Even before Mendoza had ridden toward them with his sword at salute, Clay

gave an exclamation of enlightenment and concern. He saw that the men who were believed to be devoted to

Rojas, had been halted and left standing at the farthest corner of the plaza, nearly two hundred yards from

where the President had taken his place, that Mendoza's infantry surrounded them on every side, and that

Mendoza's cowboys, who had been walking their horses, had wheeled and were coming up with an increasing

momentum, a flying mass of horses and men directed straight at the President himself.

Mendoza galloped up to Alvarez with his sword still in salute. His eyes were burning with excitement and

with the light of success. No one but Stuart and Rojas heard his words; to the spectators and to the army he

appeared as though he was, in his capacity of CommanderinChief, delivering some brief report, or asking

``Dr. Alvarez,'' he said, ``as the head of the army I arrest you for high treason; you have plotted to place

yourself in office without popular election. You are also accused of large thefts of public funds. I must ask

you to ride with me to the military prison. General Rojas, I regret that as an accomplice of the President's,

you must come with us also. I will explain my action to the people when you are safe in prison, and I will

proclaim martial law. If your troops attempt to interfere, my men have orders to fire on them and you.''

Stuart did not wait for his sentence. He had heard the heavy beat of the cavalry coming up on them at a trot.

He saw the ranks open and two men catch at each bridle rein of both Alvarez and Rojas and drag them on

with them, buried in the crush of horses about them, and swept forward by the weight and impetus of the

moving mass behind. Stuart dashed off to the State carriage and seized the nearest of the horses by the bridle.

``To the Palace!'' he shouted to his men. ``Shoot any one who tries to stop you. Forward, at a gallop,'' he

The populace had not discovered what had occurred until it was finished. The coup d'etat had been long

considered and the manner in which it was to be carried out carefully planned. The cavalry had swept across

the parade ground and up the street before the people saw that they carried Rojas and Alvarez with them. The

regiment commanded by Rojas found itself hemmed in before and behind by Mendoza's two regiments. They

were greatly outnumbered, but they fired a scattering shot, and following their captured leader, broke through

It was impossible to tell in the uproar which followed how many or how few had been parties to the plot. The

mob, shrieking and shouting and leaping in the air, swarmed across the parade ground, and from a dozen

different points men rose above the heads of the people and harangued them in violent speeches. And while

some of the soldiers and the citizens gathered anxiously about these orators, others ran through the city

calling for the rescue of the President, for an attack on the palace, and shrieking ``Long live the

Government!'' and ``Long live the Revolution!'' The State carriage raced through the narrow streets with its

bodyguard galloping around it, sweeping down in its rush stray pedestrians, and scattering the chairs and

tables in front of the cafe's. As it dashed up the long avenue of the palace, Stuart called his men back and

ordered them to shut and barricade the great iron gates and to guard them against the coming of the mob,

while MacWilliams and young Langham pulled open the carriage door and assisted the President's wife and

her terrified companion to alight. Madame Alvarez was trembling with excitement as she leaned on

``Mr. Clay has gone to bring your travelling carriage to the rear door,'' Langham said. ``Stuart tells us it is

harnessed and ready. You will hurry, please, and get whatever you need to carry with you. We will see you

As they entered the hall, and were ascending the great marble stairway, Hope and her groom, who had

followed in the rear of the cavalry, came running to meet them. ``I got in by the back way,'' Hope explained.

``By leaving me,'' cried the older woman. ``Good God, child, have I not enough to answer for without

dragging you into this? Go home at once through the botanical garden, and then by way of the wharves. That

``Where are your servants; why are they not here?'' Hope demanded without heeding her. The palace was

strangely empty; no footsteps came running to greet them, no doors opened or shut as they hurried to

Madame Alvarez's apartments. The servants of the household had fled at the first sound of the uproar in the

city, and the dresses and ornaments scattered on the floor told that they had not gone emptyhanded. The

woman who had accompanied Madame Alvarez to the review sank weeping on the bed, and then, as the

shouts grew suddenly louder and more near, ran to hide herself in the upper stories of the house. Hope

crossed to the window and saw a great mob of soldiers and citizens sweep around the corner and throw

themselves against the iron fence of the palace. ``You will have to hurry,'' she said. ``Remember, you are

There was a large bed in the room, and Madame Alvarez had pulled it forward and was bending over a safe

that had opened in the wall, and which had been hidden by the head board of the bed. She held up a bundle of

papers in her hand, wrapped in a leather portfolio. ``Do you see these?'' she cried, ``they are drafts for five

millions of dollars.'' She tossed them back into the safe and swung the door shut.

``I don't understand,'' Hope answered, ``but hurry. Have you everything you wanthave you your jewels?''

A yell more loud and terrible than any that had gone before rose from the garden below, and there was the

sound of iron beating against iron, and cries of rage and execration from a great multitude.

``I will not go!'' the Spanish woman cried, suddenly. ``I will not leave Alvarez to that mob. If they want to

kill me, let them kill me.'' She threw the bag that held her jewels on the bed, and pushing open the window

stepped out upon the balcony. She was conspicuous in her black dress against the yellow stucco of the wall,

and in an instant the mob saw her and a mad shout of exultation and anger rose from the mass that beat and

crushed itself against the high iron railings of the garden. Hope caught the woman by the skirt and dragged

her back. ``You are mad,'' she said. ``What good can you do your husband here? Save yourself and he will

come to you when he can. There is nothing you can do for him now; you cannot give your life for him. You

are wasting it, and you are risking the lives of the men who are waiting for us below. Come, I tell you.''

MacWilliams left Clay waiting beside the diligence and ran from the stable through the empty house and

down the marble stairs to the garden without meeting any one on his way. He saw Stuart helping and

directing his men to barricade the gates with iron urns and garden benches and sentryboxes. Outside the

mob were firing at him with their revolvers, and calling him foul names, but Stuart did not seem to hear them.

He greeted MacWilliams with a cheerful little laugh. ``Well,'' he asked, ``is she ready?''

``No, but we are. Clay and I've been waiting there for five minutes. We found Miss Hope's groom and sent

him back to the Palms with a message to King. We told him to run the yacht to Los Bocos and lie off shore

until we came. He is to take her on down the coast to Truxillo, where our manofwar is lying, and they will

``Why don't you drive her to the Palms at once?'' demanded Stuart, anxiously, ``and take her on board the

``Clay says we could never get her through the city,'' MacWilliams answered. ``We should have to fight all

the way. But the city to the south is deserted, and by going out by the back roads, we can make Bocos by ten

``You are right; go back. I will call off some of my men. The rest must hold this mob back until you start;

``We don't know. Clay is frantic. Her groom says she is somewhere in the palace.''

``Hurry,'' Stuart commanded. ``If Mendoza gets here before Madame Alvarez leaves, it will be too late.''

MacWilliams sprang up the steps of the palace, and Stuart, calling to the men nearest him to follow, started

As Stuart entered the palace with his men at his heels, Clay was hurrying from its rear entrance along the

upper hall, and Hope and Madame Alvarez were leaving the apartments of the latter at its front. They met at

the top of the main stairway just as Stuart put his foot on its lower step. The young Englishman heard the

clatter of his men following close behind him and leaped eagerly forward. Half way to the top the noise

behind him ceased, and turning his head quickly he looked back over his shoulder and saw that the men had

halted at the foot of the stairs and stood huddled together in disorder looking up at him. Stuart glanced over

their heads and down the hallway to the garden beyond to see if they were followed, but the mob still fought

from the outer side of the barricade. He waved his sword impatiently and started forward again. ``Come on!''

he shouted. But the men below him did not move. Stuart halted once more and this time turned about and

looked down upon them with surprise and anger. There was not one of them he could not have called by

name. He knew all their little troubles, their loveaffairs, even. They came to him for comfort and advice,

and to beg for money. He had regarded them as his children, and he was proud of them as soldiers because

So, instead of a sharp command, he asked, ``What is it?'' in surprise, and stared at them wondering. He could

not or would not comprehend, even though he saw that those in the front rank were pushing back and those

behind were urging them forward. The muzzles of their carbines were directed at every point, and on their

``What does this mean?'' Stuart demanded, sharply. ``What are you waiting for?''

Clay had just reached the top of the stairs. He saw Madame Alvarez and Hope coming toward him, and at the

Then his eyes turned and fell on the tableau below, on Stuart's back, as he stood confronting the men, and on

their scowling upturned faces and halflifted carbines. Clay had lived for a longer time among

SpanishAmericans than had the English subaltern, or else he was the quicker of the two to believe in evil

``Stuart!'' he cried. ``Come away; for God's sake, what are you doing? Come back!''

The Englishman started at the sound of his friend's voice, but he did not turn his head. He began to descend

the stairs slowly, a step at a time, staring at the mob so fiercely that they shrank back before the look of

wounded pride and anger in his eyes. Those in the rear raised and levelled their rifles. Without taking his eyes

from theirs, Stuart drew his revolver, and with his sword swinging from its wriststrap, pointed his weapon at

A voice from the rear of the crowd of men shrieked: ``Death to the Spanish woman. Death to all traitors.

Clay sprang down the broad stairs calling, ``Come to me;'' but before he could reach Stuart, a woman's voice

rang out, in a long terrible cry of terror, a cry that was neither a prayer nor an imprecation, but which held the

agony of both. Stuart started, and looked up to where Madame Alvarez had thrown herself toward him across

the broad balustrade of the stairway. She was silent with fear, and her hand clutched at the air, as she

beckoned wildly to him. Stuart stared at her with a troubled smile and waved his empty hand to reassure her.

The movement was final, for the men below, freed from the reproach of his eyes, flung up their carbines and

fired, some wildly, without placing their guns at rest, and others steadily and aiming straight at his heart.

As the volley rang out and the smoke drifted up the great staircase, the subaltern's hands tossed high above

his head, his body sank into itself and toppled backward, and, like a tired child falling to sleep, the defeated

Clay lifted him upon his knee, and crushed him closer against his breast with one arm, while he tore with his

free hand at the stock about the throat and pushed his fingers in between the buttons of the tunic. They came

``Stuart!'' Clay gasped. ``Stuart, speak to me, look at me!'' He shook the body in his arms with fierce

roughness, peering into the face that rested on his shoulder, as though he could command the eyes back again

to light and life. ``Don't leave me!'' he said. ``For God's sake, old man, don't leave me!''

But the head on his shoulder only sank the closer and the body stiffened in his arms. Clay raised his eyes and

saw the soldiers still standing, irresolute and appalled at what they had done, and awestruck at the sight of

Clay gave a cry as terrible as the cry of a woman who has seen her child mangled before her eyes, and

lowering the body quickly to the steps, he ran at the scattering mass below him. As he came they fled down

the corridor, shrieking and calling to their friends to throw open the gates and begging them to admit the

mob. When they reached the outer porch they turned, encouraged by the touch of numbers, and halted to fire

Clay stopped, with a look in his eyes which no one who knew them had ever seen there, and smiled with

pleasure in knowing himself a master in what he had to do. And at each report of his revolver one of Stuart's

assassins stumbled and pitched heavily forward on his face. Then he turned and walked slowly back up the

hall to the stairway like a man moving in his sleep. He neither saw nor heard the bullets that bit spitefully at

the walls about him and rattled among the glass pendants of the great chandeliers above his head. When he

came to the step on which the body lay he stooped and picked it up gently, and holding it across his breast,

strode on up the stairs. MacWilliams and Langham were coming toward him, and saw the helpless figure in

Madame Alvarez stood with the girl's arms about her, her eyes closed and her figure trembling.

``Let me be!'' she moaned. ``Don't touch me; let me die. My God, what have I to live for now?'' She shook off

Hope's supporting arm, and stood before them, all her former courage gone, trembling and shivering in

agony. ``I do not care what they do to me!'' she cried. She tore her lace mantilla from her shoulders and threw

it on the floor. ``I shall not leave this place. He is dead. Why should I go? He is dead. They have murdered

To her brother she seemed to have grown suddenly much older, and he looked to her to tell him what to do.

``Take hold of her,'' she said. ``She will fall.'' The woman sank back into the arms of the men, trembling and

``Now carry her to the carriage,'' said Hope. ``She has fainted; it is better; she does not know what has

Clay, still bearing the body in his arms, pushed open the first door that stood ajar before him with his foot. It

He had to consider now the safety of the living, whose lives were still in jeopardy.

The long table in the centre of the hall was laid with places for many people, for it had been prepared for the

President and the President's guests, who were to have joined with him in celebrating the successful

conclusion of the review. From outside the light of the sun, which was just sinking behind the mountains,

shone dimly upon the silver on the board, on the glass and napery, and the massive gilt centrepieces filled

with great clusters of fresh flowers. It looked as though the servants had but just left the room. Even the

candles had been lit in readiness, and as their flames wavered and smoked in the evening breeze they cast

uncertain shadows on the walls and showed the stern faces of the soldier presidents frowning down on the

There was a great leather lounge stretching along one side of the hall, and Clay moved toward this quickly

and laid his burden down. He was conscious that Hope was still following him. He straightened the limbs of

the body and folded the arms across the breast and pressed his hand for an instant on the cold hands of his

friend, and then whispering something between his lips, turned and walked hurriedly away.

Hope confronted him in the doorway. She was sobbing silently. ``Must we leave him,'' she pleaded, ``must

From the garden there came the sound of hammers ringing on the iron hinges, and a great crash of noises as

the gate fell back from its fastenings, and the mob rushed over the obstacles upon which it had fallen. It

seemed as if their yells of exultation and anger must reach even the ears of the dead man.

``They are calling Mendoza,'' Clay whispered, ``he must be with them. Come, we will have to run for our

But before he could guess what Hope was about to do, or could prevent her, she had slipped past him and

picked up Stuart's sword that had fallen from his wrist to the floor, and laid it on the soldier's body, and

closed his hands upon its hilt. She glanced quickly about her as though looking for something, and then with

a sob of relief ran to the table, and sweeping it of an armful of its flowers, stepped swiftly back again to the

Hope stood for an instant staring at the young Englishman as the candlelight flickered over his white face,

and then, dropping on her knees, she pushed back the curly hair from about the boy's forehead and kissed

him. Then, without turning to look again, she placed her hand in Clay's and he ran with her, dragging her

behind him down the length of the hall, just as the mob entered it on the floor below them and filled the

As the sun sank lower its light fell more dimly on the lonely figure in the vast diningDhall, and as the gloom

deepened there, the candles burned with greater brilliancy, and the faces of the portraits shone more clearly.

They seemed to be staring down less sternly now upon the white mortal face of the brotherinarms who had

One who had known him among his own people would have seen in the attitude and in the profile of the

English soldier a likeness to his ancestors of the Crusades who lay carved in stone in the village church, with

their faces turned to the sky, their faithful hounds waiting at their feet, and their hands pressed upward in

And when, a moment later, the halfcrazed mob of men and boys swept into the great room, with Mendoza at

their head, something of the pathos of the young Englishman's death in his foreign place of exile must have

touched them, for they stopped appalled and startled, and pressed back upon their fellows, with eager

whispers. The SpanishAmerican General strode boldly forward, but his eyes lowered before the calm, white

face, and either because the lighted candles and the flowers awoke in him some memory of the great Church

that had nursed him, or because the jagged holes in the soldier's tunic appealed to what was bravest in him, he

crossed himself quickly, and then raising his hands slowly to his visor, lifted his hat and pointed with it to the

door. And the mob, without once looking back at the rich treasure of silver on the table, pushed out before

The President's travelling carriage was a doubleseated diligence covered with heavy hoods and with places

on the box for two men. Only one of the coachmen, the same man who had driven the State carriage from the

review, had remained at the stables. As he knew the roads to Los Bocos, Clay ordered him up to the driver's

seat, and MacWilliams climbed into the place beside him after first storing three rifles under the laprobe.

Hope pulled open the leather curtains of the carriage and found Madame Alvarez where the men had laid her

upon the cushions, weak and hysterical. The girl crept in beside her, and lifting her in her arms, rested the

older woman's head against her shoulder, and soothed and comforted her with tenderness and sympathy.

Clay stopped with his foot in the stirrup and looked up anxiously at Langham who was already in the saddle.

``Is there no possible way of getting Hope out of this and back to the Palms?'' he asked.

``No, it's too late. This is the only way now.'' Hope opened the leather curtains and looking out shook her

head impatiently at Clay. ``I wouldn't go now if there were another way,'' she said. ``I couldn't leave her like

``You're delaying the game, Clay,'' cried Langham, warningly, as he stuck his spurs into his pony's side.

The people in the diligence lurched forward as the horses felt the lash of the whip and strained against the

harness, and then plunged ahead at a gallop on their long race to the sea. As they sped through the gardens,

the stables and the trees hid them from the sight of those in the palace, and the turf, upon which the driver had

They found the gates of the botanical gardens already opened, and Clay, in the street outside, beckoning them

on. Without waiting for the others the two outriders galloped ahead to the first cross street, looked up and

down its length, and then, in evident concern at what they saw in the distance, motioned the driver to greater

speed, and crossing the street signalled him to follow them. At the next corner Clay flung himself off his

pony, and throwing the bridle to Langham, ran ahead into the cross street on foot, and after a quick glance

The driver turned as Clay directed him, and when the man found that his face was fairly set toward the goal

he lashed his horses recklessly through the narrow street, so that the murmur of the mob behind them grew

The noise of the galloping hoofs brought women and children to the barred windows of the houses, but no

men stepped into the road to stop their progress, and those few they met running in the direction of the palace

hastened to get out of their way, and stood with their backs pressed against the walls of the narrow

Even those who suspected their errand were helpless to detain them, for sooner than they could raise the hue

and cry or formulate a plan of action, the carriage had passed and was disappearing in the distance, rocking

from wheel to wheel like a ship in a gale. Two men who were so bold as to start to follow, stopped abruptly

when they saw the outriders draw rein and turn in their saddles as though to await their coming.

Clay's mind was torn with doubts, and his nerves were drawn taut like the strings of a violin. Personal danger

exhilarated him, but this chance of harm to others who were helpless, except for him, depressed his spirit with

anxiety. He experienced in his own mind all the nervous fears of a thief who sees an officer in every passing

citizen, and at one moment he warned the driver to move more circumspectly, and so avert suspicion, and the

next urged him into more desperate bursts of speed. In his fancy every cross street threatened an ambush, and

as he cantered now before and now behind the carriage, he wished that he was a multitude of men who could

But the solid streets soon gave way to open places, and low mud cabins, where the horses' hoofs beat on a

sunbaked road, and where the inhabitants sat lazily before the door in the fading light, with no knowledge of

the changes that the day had wrought in the city, and with only a moment's curious interest in the hooded

Clay turned his pony into a trot at Langham's side. His face was pale and drawn.

As the danger of immediate pursuit and capture grew less, the carriage had slackened its pace, and for some

minutes the outriders galloped on together side by side in silence. But the same thought was in the mind of

each, and when Langham spoke it was as though he were continuing where he had but just been interrupted.

He laid his hand gently on Clay's arm. He did not turn his face toward him, and his eyes were still peering

``He was coming up the stairs,'' Clay answered. He spoke in so low a voice that Langham had to lean from

his saddle to hear him. ``They were close behind; but when they saw her they stopped and refused to go

farther. I called to him to come away, but he would not understand. They killed him before he really

understood what they meant to do. He was dead almost before I reached him. He died in my arms.'' There

Langham sat erect in the saddle again and drew a short breath. ``I wish he could have known how he helped

Clay bowed his head to the boy as though he were thanking him. ``His was the gentlest soul I ever knew,'' he

``That's what I wanted to say,'' Langham answered. ``We will let that be his epitaph,'' and touching his spur to

Langham had proceeded for nearly a mile when he saw the forest opening before them, and at the sight he

gave a shout of relief, but almost at the same instant he pulled his pony back on his haunches and whirling

``There are soldiers ahead of us,'' he cried. ``Did you know it?'' he demanded of the driver. ``Did you lie to

``He can't turn back,'' MacWilliams answered. ``They have seen us. They are only the custom officers at the

city limits. They know nothing. Go on.'' He reached forward and catching the reins dragged the horses down

into a walk. Then he handed the reins back to the driver with a shake of the head.

``If you know these roads as well as you say you do, you want to keep us out of the way of soldiers,'' he said.

A sentry strolled lazily out into the road dragging his gun after him by the bayonet, and raised his hand for

them to halt. His captain followed him from the posthouse throwing away a cigarette as he came, and

saluted MacWilliams on the box and bowed to the two riders in the background. In his right hand he held one

of the long iron rods with which the collectors of the city's taxes were wont to pierce the bundles and packs,

and even the carriage cushions of those who entered the city limits from the coast, and who might be

As the speed of the diligence slackened, Hope put her head out of the curtains, and as she surveyed the

``We are going to the Hacienda of Senor Palacio,'' MacWilliams said, in answer to the officer. ``The driver

thinks that this is the road, but I say we should have taken the one to the right.''

``No, this is the road to Senor Palacio's plantation,'' the officer answered, ``but you cannot leave the city

without a pass signed by General Mendoza. That is the order we received this morning. Have you such a

``Certainly not,'' Clay answered, warmly. ``This is the carriage of an American, the president of the mines.

His daughters are inside and on their way to visit the residence of Senor Palacio. They are

foreignersAmericans. We are all foreigners, and we have a perfect right to leave the city when we choose.

The officer looked uncertainly from Clay to Hope and up at the driver on the box. His eyes fell upon the

heavy brass mountings of the harness. They bore the arms of Olancho. He wheeled sharply and called to his

men inside the posthouse, and they stepped out from the veranda and spread themselves leisurely across the

``Ride him down, Clay,'' Langham muttered, in a whisper. The officer did not understand the words, but he

saw Clay gather the reins tighter in his hands and he stepped back quickly to the safety of the porch, and from

``Pardon,'' he said, ``there is no need for blows when one is rich enough to pay. A little something for myself

``Not at all,'' Clay answered. ``He is an officer and a gentleman. I have no money with me,'' he said, in

Spanish, addressing the officer, ``but between caballeros a word of honor is sufficient. I shall be returning

this way tomorrow morning, and I will bring a few hundred sols from Senor Palacio for you and your men;

but if we are followed you will get nothing, and you must have forgotten in the mean time that you have seen

There was a murmur inside the carriage, and Hope's face disappeared from between the curtains to reappear

again almost immediately. She beckoned to the officer with her hand, and the men saw that she held between

her thumb and little finger a diamond ring of size and brilliancy. She moved it so that it flashed in the light of

``My sister tells me you shall be given this tomorrow morning,'' Hope said, ``if we are not followed.''

``I am your servant, Senorita,'' he said. ``Gentlemen,'' he cried, gayly, turning to Clay, ``if you wish it, I will

accompany you with my men. Yes, I will leave word that I have gone in the sudden pursuit of smugglers; or I

``You are most gracious, sir,'' said Clay. ``It is always a pleasure to meet with a gentleman and a philosopher.

We prefer to travel without an escort, and remember, you have seen nothing and heard nothing.'' He leaned

from the saddle, and touched the officer on the breast. ``That ring is worth a king's ransom.''

``Or a president's,'' muttered the man, smiling. ``Let the American ladies pass,'' he commanded.

The soldiers scattered as the whip fell, and the horses once more leaped forward, and as the carriage entered

the forest, Clay looked back and saw the officer exhaling the smoke of a fresh cigarette, with the satisfaction

The road through the forest was narrow and uneven, and as the horses fell into a trot the men on horseback

``Yes; he has nothing to win by telling the truth,'' Clay answered. ``He can say he saw a party of foreigners,

Americans, driving in the direction of Palacio's coffee plantation. That lets him out, and in the morning he

knows he can levy on us for the gate money. I am not so much afraid of being overtaken as I am that King

may make a mistake and not get to Bocos on time. We ought to reach there, if the carriage holds together, by

eleven. King should be there by eight o'clock, and the yacht ought to make the run to Truxillo in three hours.

But we shall not be able to get back to the city before five tomorrow morning. I suppose your family will be

wild about Hope. We didn't know where she was when we sent the groom back to King.''

``Do you think that driver is taking us the right way?'' Langham asked, after a pause.

``He'd better. He knows it well enough. He was through the last revolution, and carried messages from Los

Bocos to the city on foot for two months. He has covered every trail on the way, and if he goes wrong he

``And Los Bocosit is a village, isn't it, and the landing must be in sight of the Customhouse?''

``The village lies some distance back from the shore, and the only house on the beach is the Customhouse

itself; but every one will be asleep by the time we get there, and it will take us only a minute to hand her into

the launch. If there should be a guard there, King will have fixed them one way or another by the time we

arrive. Anyhow, there is no need of looking for trouble that far ahead. There is enough to worry about in

The moon rose grandly a few minutes later, and flooded the forest with light so that the open places were as

clear as day. It threw strange shadows across the trail, and turned the rocks and fallen trees into figures of

men crouching or standing upright with uplifted arms. They were so like to them that Clay and Langham

flung their carbines to their shoulders again and again, and pointed them at some black object that turned as

they advanced into wood or stone. From the forest they came to little streams and broad shallow rivers where

the rocks in the fording places churned the water into white masses of foam, and the horses kicked up

showers of spray as they made their way, slipping and stumbling, against the current. It was a silent pilgrim

age, and never for a moment did the strain slacken or the men draw rein. Sometimes, as they hurried across a

broad tableland, or skirted the edge of a precipice and looked down hundreds of feet below at the shining

waters they had just forded, or up at the rocky points of the mountains before them, the beauty of the night

They were not always alone, for they passed at intervals through sleeping villages of mud huts with thatched

roofs, where the dogs ran yelping out to bark at them, and where the pineknots, blazing on the clay ovens,

burned cheerily in the moonlight. In the low lands where the fever lay, the mist rose above the level of their

heads and enshrouded them in a curtain of fog, and the dew fell heavily, penetrating their clothing and

chilling their heated bodies so that the sweating horses moved in a lather of steam.

They had settled down into a steady gallop now, and ten or fifteen miles had been left behind them.

``We are making excellent time,'' said Clay. ``The village of San Lorenzo should lie beyond that ridge.'' He

drove up beside the driver and pointed with his whip. ``Is not that San Lorenzo?'' he asked.

``Yes, senor,'' the man answered, ``but I mean to drive around it by the old wagon trail. It is a large town, and

people may be awake. You will be able to see it from the top of the next hill.''

The cavalcade stopped at the summit of the ridge and the men looked down into the silent village. It was like

the others they had passed, with a few houses built round a square of grass that could hardly be recognized as

a plaza, except for the church on its one side, and the huge wooden cross planted in its centre. From the top of

the hill they could see that the greater number of the houses were in darkness, but in a large building of two

``That is the comandancia,'' said the driver, shaking his head. ``They are still awake. It is a telegraph station.''

``Great Scott!'' exclaimed MacWilliams. ``We forgot the telegraph. They may have sent word to head us off

``We had better make sure, though,'' MacWilliams answered, jumping to the ground. ``Lend me your pony,

Ted, and take my place. I'll run in there and dust around and see what's up. I'll join you on the other side of

``I can't tell till I get there, but I'll try to find out how much they know. Don't you be afraid. I'll run fast

enough if there's any sign of trouble. And if you come across a telegraph wire, cut it. The message may not

The two women in the carriage had parted the flaps of the hoods and were trying to hear what was being said,

but could not understand, and Langham explained to them that they were about to make a slight detour to

avoid San Lorenzo while MacWilliams was going into it to reconnoitre. He asked if they were comfortable,

and assured them that the greater part of the ride was over, and that there was a good road from San Lorenzo

MacWilliams rode down into the village along the main trail, and threw his reins over a post in front of the

comandancia. He mounted boldly to the second floor of the building and stopped at the head of the stairs, in

front of an open door. There were three men in the room before him, one an elderly man, whom he rightly

guessed was the comandante, and two younger men who were standing behind a railing and bending over a

telegraph instrument on a table. As he stamped into the room, they looked up and stared at him in surprise;

their faces showed that he had interrupted them at a moment of unusual interest.

MacWilliams saluted the three men civilly, and, according to the native custom, apologized for appearing

He had been riding from Los Bocos to the capital, he said, and his horse had gone lame. Could they tell him

if there was any one in the village from whom he could hire a mule, as he must push on to the capital that

The comandante surveyed him for a moment, as though still disturbed by the interruption, and then shook his

head impatiently. ``You can hire a mule from one Pulido Paul, at the corner of the plaza,'' he said. And as

MacWilliams still stood uncertainly, he added, ``You say you have come from Los Bocos. Did you meet any

The two younger men looked up at him anxiously, but before he could answer, the instrument began to tick

out the signal, and they turned their eyes to it again, and one of them began to take its message down on

The instrument spoke to MacWilliams also, for he was used to sending telegrams daily from the office to the

mines, and could make it talk for him in either English or Spanish. So, in his effort to hear what it might say,

he stammered and glanced at it involuntarily, and the comandante, without suspecting his reason for doing so,

turned also and peered over the shoulder of the man who was receiving the message. Except for the clicking

of the instrument, the room was absolutely still; the three men bent silently over the table, while

MacWilliams stood gazing at the ceiling and turning his hat in his hands. The message MacWilliams read

from the instrument was this: ``They are reported to have left the city by the south, so they are going to Para,

or San Pedro, or to Los Bocos. She must be stoppedtake an armed force and guard the roads. If necessary,

kill her. She has in the carriage or hidden on her person, drafts for five million sols. You will be held

responsible for every one of them. Repeat this message to show you understand, and relay it to Los Bocos. If

MacWilliams could not wait to hear more; he gave a curt nod to the men and started toward the stairs.

MacWilliams paused with one hand on top of the banisters balancing himself in readiness for instant flight.

``You have not answered me. Did you meet with any one on your ride here from Los Bocos?''

``I met several men on foot, and the mail carrier passed me a league out from the coast, and oh, yes, I met a

carriage at the cross roads, and the driver asked me the way of San Pedro Sula.''

``Certainly, sir. I rode behind him for some distance. He turned finally to the right into the trail to San Pedro

He had turned his back on MacWilliams, and as the younger man bent over the instrument, MacWilliams

stepped softly down the stairs, and mounting his pony rode slowly off in the direction of the capital. As soon

as he had reached the outskirts of the town, he turned and galloped round it and then rode fast with his head

in air, glancing up at the telegraph wire that sagged from treetrunk to treetrunk along the trail. At a point

where he thought he could dismount in safety and tear down the wire, he came across it dangling from the

branches and he gave a shout of relief. He caught the loose end and dragged it free from its support, and then

laying it across a rock pounded the blade of his knife upon it with a stone, until he had hacked off a piece

some fifty feet in length. Taking this in his hand he mounted again and rode off with it, dragging the wire in

the road behind him. He held it up as he rejoined Clay, and laughed triumphantly. ``They'll have some trouble

splicing that circuit,'' he said, ``you only half did the work. What wouldn't we give to know all this little piece

``I know that they were telegraphing to San Pedro Sula as I left and to all the coast towns. But whether you

The last three miles of the journey lay over a hard, smooth road, wide enough to allow the carriage and its

It was in such contrast to the tortuous paths they had just followed, that the horses gained a fresh impetus and

Madame Alvarez stopped the carriage at one place and asked the men to lower the hood at the back that she

might feel the fresh air and see about her, and when this had been done, the women seated themselves with

their backs to the horses where they could look out at the moonlit road as it unrolled behind them.

Hope felt selfishly and wickedly happy. The excitement had kept her spirits at the highest point, and the

knowledge that Clay was guarding and protecting her was in itself a pleasure. She leaned back on the

cushions and put her arm around the older woman's waist, and listened to the light beat of his pony's hoofs

outside, now running ahead, now scrambling and slipping up some steep place, and again coming to a halt as

Langham or MacWilliams called, ``Look to the right, behind those trees,'' or ``Ahead there! Don't you see

She did not know when the false alarms would turn into a genuine attack, but she was confident that when the

time came he would take care of her, and she welcomed the danger because it brought that solace with it.

Madame Alvarez sat at her side, rigid, silent, and beyond the help of comfort. She tortured herself with

thoughts of the ambitions she had held, and which had been so cruelly mocked that very morning; of the

chivalric love that had been hers, of the life even that had been hers, and which had been given up for her so

tragically. When she spoke at all, it was to murmur her sorrow that Hope had exposed herself to danger on

her poor account, and that her life, as far as she loved it, was at an end. Only once after the men had parted

the curtains and asked concerning her comfort with grave solicitude did she give way to tears.

``Why are they so good to me?'' she moaned. ``Why are you so good to me? I am a wicked, vain woman, I

Hope touched her gently with her hand and felt guiltily how selfish she herself must be not to feel the

woman's grief, but she could not. She only saw in it a contrast to her own happiness, a black background

before which the figure of Clay and his solicitude for her shone out, the only fact in the world that was of

Her thoughts were interrupted by the carriage coming to a halt, and a significant movement upon the part of

the men. MacWilliams had descended from the boxseat and stepping into the carriage took the place the

He had a carbine in his hand, and after he was seated Langham handed him another which he laid across his

``They thought I was too conspicuous on the box to do any good there,'' he explained in a confidential

whisper. ``In case there is any firing now, you ladies want to get down on your knees here at my feet, and

Langham and Clay were riding far in advance, scouting to the right and left, and the carriage moved

noiselessly behind them through the empty streets. There was no light in any of the windows, and not even a

dog barked, or a cock crowed. The women sat erect, listening for the first signal of an attack, each holding the

other's hand and looking at MacWilliams, who sat with his thumb on the trigger of his carbine, glancing to

the right and left and breathing quickly. His eyes twinkled, like those of a little fox terrier. The men dropped

``We are all right, so far,'' Clay whispered. ``The beach slopes down from the other side of that line of trees.

What is the matter with you?'' he demanded, suddenly, looking up at the driver, ``are you afraid?''

Langham had galloped on ahead and as he passed through the trees and came out upon the beach, he saw a

broad stretch of moonlit water and the lights from the yacht shining from a point a quarter of a mile off shore.

Among the rocks on the edge of the beach was the ``Vesta's'' longboat and her crew seated in it or standing

about on the beach. The carriage had stopped under the protecting shadow of the trees, and he raced back

``The yacht is here,'' he cried. ``The longboat is waiting and there is not a sign of light about the

A sailor, who had been acting as lookout on the rocks, sprang to his full height, and shouted to the group

around the longboat, and King came up the beach toward them running heavily through the deep sand.

Madame Alvarez stepped down from the carriage, and as Hope handed her her jewel case in silence, the men

draped her cloak about her shoulders. She put out her hand to them, and as Clay took it in his, she bent her

She held Hope in her arms for an instant, and kissed her, and then gave her hand in turn to Langham and to

``I do not know whether I shall ever see you again,'' she said, looking slowly from one to the other, ``but I

will pray for you every day, and God will reward you for saving a worthless life.''

As she finished speaking King came up to the group, followed by three of his men.

``Thank God,'' King exclaimed, breathlessly. ``Then we will start at once, Madame. Where is she? She must

But Hope protested. ``I must get back to father,'' she said. ``The yacht will not arrive until late tomorrow,

and the carriage can take me to him five hours earlier. The family have worried too long about me as it is,

``On the contrary, it is perfectly safe now,'' Hope answered. ``It was not one of us they wanted.''

``You may be right,'' King said. ``They don't know what has happened to you, and perhaps after all it would

be better if you went back the quicker way.'' He gave his arm to Madame Alvarez and walked with her

toward the shore. As the men surrounded her on every side and moved away, Clay glanced back at Hope and

``We will be with you in a minute,'' he called, as though in apology for leaving her for even that brief space.

And then the shadow of the trees shut her and the carriage from his sight. His footsteps made no sound in the

soft sand, and except for the whispering of the palms and the sleepy wash of the waves as they ran up the

pebbly beach and sank again, the place was as peaceful and silent as a deserted island, though the moon made

The longboat had been drawn up with her stern to the shore, and the men were already in their places, some

standing waiting for the order to shove off, and others seated balancing their oars.

King had arranged to fire a rocket when the launch left the shore, in order that the captain of the yacht might

run in closer to pick them up. As he hurried down the beach, he called to his boatswain to give the signal, and

the man answered that he understood and stooped to light a match. King had jumped into the stern and lifted

Madame Alvarez after him, leaving her late escort standing with uncovered heads on the beach behind her,

when the rocket shot up into the calm white air, with a roar and a rush and a sudden flash of color. At the

same instant, as though in answer to its challenge, the woods back of them burst into an irregular line of

flame, a volley of rifle shots shattered the silence, and a score of bullets splashed in the water and on the

The boatswain in the bow of the longboat tossed up his arms and pitched forward between the thwarts.

He threw himself against the stern of the boat, and Langham and MacWilliams clutched its sides, and with

their shoulders against it and their bodies half sunk in the water, shoved it off, free of the shore.

The shots continued fiercely, and two of the crew cried out and fell back upon the oars of the men behind

Madame Alvarez sprang to her feet and stood swaying unsteadily as the boat leaped forward.

``Take me back. Stop, I command you,'' she cried, ``I will not leave those men. Do you hear?''

King caught her by the waist and dragged her down, but she struggled to free herself. ``I will not leave them

``Hold her, King,'' Clay shouted. ``We're all right. They're not firing at us.''

His voice was drowned in the noise of the oars beating in the rowlocks, and the reports of the rifles. The boat

disappeared in a mist of spray and moonlight, and Clay turned and faced about him. Langham and

MacWilliams were crouching behind a rock and firing at the flashes in the woods.

He ran forward, dodging from side to side and firing as he ran. He heard shots from the water, and looking

back saw that the men in the longboat had ceased rowing, and were returning the fire from the shore.

``Come back, Hope is all right,'' her brother called to him. ``I haven't seen a shot within a hundred yards of

``I'm not,'' MacWilliams's voice answered from behind a rock, ``but I'd like to see something to shoot at.''

A hot tremor of rage swept over Clay at the thought of a possibly fatal termination to the night's adventure.

He groaned at the mockery of having found his life only to lose it now, when it was more precious to him

than it had ever been, and to lose it in a silly brawl with semisavages. He cursed himself impotently and

``Keep back, can't you?'' he heard Langham calling to him from the shore. ``You're only drawing the fire

Langham and MacWilliams started forward to Clay's side, but the instant they left the shadow of the rock, the

bullets threw up the sand at their feet and they stopped irresolutely. The moon showed the three men outlined

against the white sand of the beach as clearly as though a searchlight had been turned upon them, even while

its shadows sheltered and protected their assailants. At their backs the open sea cut off retreat, and the line of

fire in front held them in check. They were as helpless as chessmen upon a board.

``I'm not going to stand still to be shot at,'' cried MacWilliams. ``Let's hide or let's run. This isn't doing

anybody any good.'' But no one moved. They could hear the singing of the bullets as they passed them

whining in the air like a banjostring that is being tightened, and they knew they were in equal danger from

``They're shooting better,'' said MacWilliams. ``They'll reach us in a minute.''

``They've reached me already, I think,'' Langham answered, with suppressed satisfaction, ``in the shoulder.

It's nothing.'' His unconcern was quite sincere; to a young man who had galloped through two long halves of

a football match on a strained tendon, a scratched shoulder was not important, except as an unsought honor.

But it was of the most importance to MacWilliams. He raised his voice against the men in the woods in

impotent fury. ``Come out, you cowards, where we can see you,'' he cried. ``Come out where I can shoot your

Clay had fired the last cartridge in his rifle, and throwing it away drew his revolver.

But as he spoke, they saw the carriage plunging out of the shadow of the woods and the horses galloping

toward them down the beach. MacWilliams gave a cheer of welcome. ``Hurrah!'' he shouted, ``it's Jose'

``That's not Jose','' Langham cried, doubtfully, peering through the moonlight. ``Good God! It's Hope,'' he

exclaimed. He waved his hands frantically above his head. ``Go back, Hope,'' he cried, ``go back!''

But the carriage did not swerve on its way toward them. They all saw her now distinctly. She was on the

driver's box and alone, leaning forward and lashing the horses' backs with the whip and reins, and bending

over to avoid the bullets that passed above her head. As she came down upon them, she stood up, her

woman's figure outlined clearly in the riding habit she still wore. ``Jump in when I turn,'' she cried. ``I'm

She bent forward again and pulled the horses to the right, and as they obeyed her, plunging and tugging at

their bits, as though they knew the danger they were in, the men threw themselves at the carriage. Clay

caught the hood at the back, swung himself up, and scrambled over the cushions and up to the box seat. He

dropped down behind Hope, and reaching his arms around her took the reins in one hand, and with the other

forced her down to her knees upon the footboard, so that, as she knelt, his arms and body protected her from

the bullets sent after them. Langham followed Clay, and tumbled into the carriage over the hood at the back,

but MacWilliams endeavored to vault in from the step, and missing his footing fell under the hind wheel, so

that the weight of the carriage passed over him, and his head was buried for an instant in the sand. But he was

on his feet again before they had noticed that he was down, and as he jumped for the hood, Langham caught

him by the collar of his coat and dragged him into the seat, panting and gasping, and rubbing the sand from

his mouth and nostrils. Clay turned the carriage at a right angle through the heavy sand, and still standing

with Hope crouched at his knees, he raced back to the woods into the face of the firing, with the boys behind

him answering it from each side of the carriage, so that the horses leaped forward in a frenzy of terror, and

The road into which they had turned was narrow, but level, and ran through a forest of banana palms that bent

and swayed above them. Langham and MacWilliams still knelt in the rear seat of the carriage, watching the

``Give me some cartridges,'' said Langham. ``My belt is empty. What road is this?''

``It is a private road, I should say, through somebody's banana plantation. But it must cross the main road

somewhere. It doesn't matter, we're all right now. I mean to take it easy.'' MacWilliams turned on his back

``Where do you suppose those men sprang from? Were they following us all the time?''

``Perhaps, or else that message got over the wire before we cut it, and they've been lying in wait for us. They

were probably watching King and his sailors for the last hour or so, but they didn't want him. They wanted

``It's a little stiff, thank you,'' said Langham. He stood up and by peering over the hood could just see the top

The top of the sombrero moved slightly, and Langham took it as a sign that all was well. He dropped back

into his seat beside MacWilliams, and they both breathed a long sigh of relief and content. Langham's

wounded arm was the one nearest MacWilliams, and the latter parted the torn sleeve and examined the

The horses had dropped into a walk, and the beauty of the moonlit night put its spell upon the two boys, and

the rustling of the great leaves above their heads stilled and quieted them so that they unconsciously spoke in

Clay had not moved since the horses turned of their own accord into the valley of the palms. He no longer

feared pursuit nor any interruption to their further progress. His only sensation was one of utter thankfulness

that they were all well out of it, and that Hope had been the one who had helped them in their trouble, and his

dearest thought was that, whether she wished or not, he owed his safety, and possibly his life, to her.

She still crouched between his knees upon the broad footboard, with her hands clasped in front of her, and

looking ahead into the vista of soft mysterious lights and dark shadows that the moon cast upon the road.

Neither of them spoke, and as the silence continued unbroken, it took a weightier significance, and at each

The horses had dropped into a tired walk, and drew them smoothly over the white road; from behind the hood

came broken snatches of the boys' talk, and above their heads the heavy leaves of the palms bent and bowed

as though in benediction. A warm breeze from the land filled the air with the odor of ripening fruit and

pungent smells, and the silence seemed to envelop them and mark them as the only living creatures awake in

Hope sank slowly back, and as she did so, her shoulder touched for an instant against Clay's knee; she

straightened herself and made a movement as though to rise. Her nearness to him and something in her

attitude at his feet held Clay in a spell. He bent forward and laid his hand fearfully upon her shoulder, and the

touch seemed to stop the blood in his veins and hushed the words upon his lips. Hope raised her head slowly

as though with a great effort, and looked into his eyes. It seemed to him that he had been looking into those

same eyes for centuries, as though he had always known them, and the soul that looked out of them into his.

He bent his head lower, and stretching out his arms drew her to him, and the eyes did not waver. He raised

``Hope,'' he whispered, ``Hope.'' He stooped lower and kissed her, and his lips told her what they could not

``I say!'' he called. ``Are you asleep up there. We'll never get home at this rate. Doesn't Hope want to come

The carriage stopped, and the boys tumbled out and walked around in front of it. Hope sat smiling on the

boxseat. She was apparently far from sleepy, and she was quite contented where she was, she told him.

``Do you know we haven't had anything to eat since yesterday at breakfast?'' asked Langham. ``MacWilliams

and I are fainting. We move that we stop at the next shack we come to, and waken the people up and make

Hope looked aside at Clay and laughed softly. ``Supper?'' she said. ``They want supper!''

Their suffering did not seem to impress Clay deeply. He sat snapping his whip at the palmtrees above him,

``See here! Do you know that we are lost?'' demanded Langham, indignantly, ``and starving? Have you any

``I have not,'' said Clay, cheerfully. ``All I know is that a long time ago there was a revolution and a woman

with jewels, who escaped in an open boat, and I recollect playing that I was a target and standing up to be

shot at in a bright light. After that I woke up to the really important things of lifeamong which supper is

Langham and MacWilliams looked at each other doubtfully, and Langham shook his head.

``Get down off that box,'' he commanded. ``If you and Hope think this is merely a pleasant moonlight drive,

we don't. You two can sit in the carriage now, and we'll take a turn at driving, and we'll guarantee to get you

Clay and Hope descended meekly and seated themselves under the hood, where they could look out upon the

moonlit road as it unrolled behind them. But they were no longer to enjoy their former leisurely progress. The

new whip lashed his horses into a gallop, and the trees flew past them on either hand.

``Do you remember that chap in the `Last Ride Together'?'' said Clay. ``I and my mistress, side by side, Shall

be togetherforever ride, And so one more day am I deified. Who knowsthe world may end tonight.''

Hope laughed triumphantly, and threw out her arms as though she would embrace the whole beautiful world

The carriage stopped, and there was a confusion of voices on the boxseat, and then a great barking of dogs,

and they beheld MacWilliams beating and kicking at the door of a hut. The door opened for an inch, and

there was a long debate in Spanish, and finally the door was closed again, and a light appeared through the

windows. A few minutes later a man and woman came out of the hut, shivering and yawning, and made a fire

in the sunbaked oven at the side of the house. Hope and Clay remained seated in the carriage, and watched

the flames springing up from the oily fagots, and the boys moving about with flaring torches of pine, pulling

down bundles of fodder for the horses from the roof of the kitchen, while two sleepy girls disappeared toward

a mountain stream, one carrying a jar on her shoulder, and the other lighting the way with a torch. Hope sat

with her chin on her hand, watching the black figures passing between them and the fire, and standing above

it with its light on their faces, shading their eyes from the heat with one hand, and stirring something in a

smoking caldron with the other. Hope felt an overflowing sense of gratitude to these simple strangers for the

trouble they were taking. She felt how good every one was, and how wonderfully kind and generous was the

``I trust, now that we have done all the work,'' he said, ``that your excellencies will condescend to share our

The clay oven stood in the middle of a hut of laced twigs, through which the smoke drifted freely. There was

a row of wooden benches around it, and they all seated themselves and ate ravenously of rice and fried

plantains, while the woman patted and tossed tortillas between her hands, eyeing her guests curiously. Her

glance fell upon Langham's shoulder, and rested there for so long that Hope followed the direction of her

eyes. She leaped to her feet with a cry of fear and reproach, and ran toward her brother.

``Ted!'' she cried, ``you are hurt! you are wounded, and you never told me! What is it? Is it very bad?'' Clay

``Leave me alone!'' cried the stern brother, backing away and warding them off with the coffeepot. ``It's only

But at the sight of the blood Hope had turned very white, and throwing her arms around her brother's neck,

``I am so selfish,'' she sobbed. ``I have been so happy and you were suffering all the time.''

Her brother stared at the others in dismay. ``What nonsense,'' he said, patting her on the shoulder. ``You're a

bit tired, and you need rest. That's what you need. The idea of my sister going off in hysterics after behaving

``I should think they'd be ashamed,'' said MacWilliams, severely, as he continued placidly with his supper.

Langham looked over Hope's shoulder at Clay and nodded significantly. ``She's been on a good deal of a

strain,'' he explained apologetically, ``and no wonder; it's been rather an unusual night for her.''

Hope raised her head and smiled at him through her tears. Then she turned and moved toward Clay. She

brushed her eyes with the back of her hand and laughed. ``It has been an unusual night,'' she said. ``Shall I tell

Clay straightened himself unconsciously, and stepped beside her and took her hand; MacWilliams quickly

lowered to the bench the dish from which he was eating, and stood up, too. The people of the house stared at

the group in the firelight with puzzled interest, at the beautiful young girl, and at the tall, sunburned young

man at her side. Langham looked from his sister to Clay and back again, and laughed uneasily.

``Langham, I have been very bold,'' said Clay. ``I have asked your sister to marry meand she has said that

Langham flushed as red as his sister. He felt himself at a disadvantage in the presence of a love as great and

strong as he knew this must be. It made him seem strangely young and inadequate. He crossed over to his

sister awkwardly and kissed her, and then took Clay's hand, and the three stood together and looked at one

another, and there was no sign of doubt or question in the face of any one of them. They stood so for some

little time, smiling and exclaiming together, and utterly unconscious of anything but their own delight and

happiness. MacWilliams watched them, his face puckered into odd wrinkles and his eyes halfclosed. Hope

suddenly broke away from the others and turned toward him with her hands held out.

MacWilliams looked doubtfully at Clay, as though from force of habit he must ask advice from his chief first,

and then took the hands that she held out to him and shook them up and down. His usual confidence seemed

to have forsaken him, and he stood, shifting from one foot to the other, smiling and abashed.

``Well, I always said they didn't make them any better than you,'' he gasped at last. ``I was always telling him

that, wasn't I?'' He nodded energetically at Clay. ``And that's so; they don't make 'em any better than you.''

He dropped her hands and crossed over to Clay, and stood surveying him with a smile of wonder and

``How'd you do it?'' he demanded. ``How did you do it? I suppose you know,'' he asked sternly, ``that you're

MacWilliams walked toward the door and stood in it for a second, looking back at them over his shoulder.

``They don't make them any better than that,'' he reiterated gravely, and disappeared in the direction of the

``Please give me some money,'' Hope said to Clay. ``All the money you have,'' she added, smiling at her

presumption of authority over him, ``and you, too, Ted.'' The men emptied their pockets, and Hope poured

the mass of silver into the hands of the women, who gazed at it uncomprehendingly.

``Thank you for your trouble and your good supper,'' Hope said in Spanish, ``and may no evil come to your

The woman and her daughters followed her to the carriage, bowing and uttering good wishes in the

extravagant metaphor of their country; and as they drove away, Hope waved her hand to them as she sank

In an hour they had regained the main road, and a little later the stars grew dim and the moonlight faded, and

trees and bushes and rocks began to take substance and to grow into form and outline. They saw by the cool,

gray light of the morning the familiar hills around the capital, and at a cry from the boys on the boxseat,

they looked ahead and beheld the harbor of Valencia at their feet, lying as placid and undisturbed as the water

in a bathtub. As they turned up the hill into the road that led to the Palms, they saw the sleeping capital like

a city of the dead below them, its white buildings reddened with the light of the rising sun. From three places

``I had forgotten!'' said Clay; ``they have been having a revolution here. It seems so long ago.''

By five o'clock they had reached the gate of the Palms, and their appearance startled the sentry on post into a

state of undisciplined joy. A riderless pony, the one upon which Jose' had made his escape when the firing

began, had crept into the stable an hour previous, stiff and bruised and weary, and had led the people at the

Mr. Langham and his daughter were standing on the veranda as the horses came galloping up the avenue.

They had been awake all the night, and the face of each was white and drawn with anxiety and loss of sleep.

``Where have you been?'' he said at last. ``Why did you treat me like this? You knew how I would suffer.''

Her sister had suffered as acutely as had Mr. Langham himself, as long as she was in ignorance of Hope's

whereabouts. But now that she saw Hope in the flesh again, she felt a reaction against her for the anxiety and

``My dear Hope,'' she said, ``is every one to be sacrificed for Madame Alvarez? What possible use could you

be to her at such a time? It was not the time nor the place for a young girl. You were only another

``Clay seemed willing to accept the responsibility,'' said Langham, without a smile. ``And, besides,'' he

But it was only after much earnest protest and many explanations that Mr. Langham was pacified, and felt

assured that his son's wound was not dangerous, and that his daughter was quite safe.

Miss Langham and himself, he said, had passed a trying night. There had been much firing in the city, and

continual uproar. The houses of several of the friends of Alvarez had been burned and sacked. Alvarez

himself had been shot as soon as he had entered the yard of the military prison. It was then given out that he

had committed suicide. Mendoza had not dared to kill Rojas, because of the feeling of the people toward him,

and had even shown him to the mob from behind the bars of one of the windows in order to satisfy them that

he was still living. The British Minister had sent to the Palace for the body of Captain Stuart, and had had it

escorted to the Legation, from whence it would be sent to England. This, as far as Mr. Langham had heard,

``Two native officers called here for you about midnight, Clay,'' he continued, ``and they are still waiting for

you below at your office. They came from Rojas's troops, who are encamped on the hills at the other side of

the city. They wanted you to join them with the men from the mines. I told them I did not know when you

would return, and they said they would wait. If you could have been here last night, it is possible that we

might have done something, but now that it is all over, I am glad that you saved that woman instead. I should

have liked, though, to have struck one blow at them. But we cannot hope to win against assassins. The death

of young Stuart has hurt me terribly, and the murder of Alvarez, coming on top of it, has made me wish I had

never heard of nor seen Olancho. I have decided to go away at once, on the next steamer, and I will take my

daughters with me, and Ted, too. The State Department at Washington can fight with Mendoza for the mines.

You made a good stand, but they made a better one, and they have beaten us. Mendoza's coup d'etat has

On his arrival Clay had at once asked for a cigar, and while Mr. Langham was speaking he had been biting it

between his teeth, with the serious satisfaction of a man who had been twelve hours without one. He knocked

the ashes from it and considered the burning end thoughtfully. Then he glanced at Hope as she stood among

the group on the veranda. She was waiting for his reply and watching him intently. He seemed to be confident

``The revolution is not at an end by any means, Mr. Langham,'' he said at last, simply. ``It has just begun.'' He

turned abruptly and walked away in the direction of the office, and MacWilliams and Langham stepped off

The soldiers in the army who were known to be faithful to General Rojas belonged to the Third and Fourth

regiments, and numbered four thousand on paper, and two thousand by count of heads. When they had seen

their leader taken prisoner, and swept off the paradeground by Mendoza's cavalry, they had first attempted

to follow in pursuit and recapture him, but the men on horseback had at once shaken off the men on foot and

left them, panting and breathless, in the dust behind them. So they halted uncertainly in the road, and their

young officers held counsel together. They first considered the advisability of attacking the military prison,

but decided against doing so, as it would lead, they feared, whether it proved successful or not, to the murder

of Rojas. It was impossible to return to the city where Mendoza's First and Second regiments greatly

outnumbered them. Having no leader and no headquarters, the officers marched the men to the hills above the

Throughout the night they watched the illumination of the city and of the boats in the harbor below them;

they saw the flames bursting from the homes of the members of Alvarez's Cabinet, and when the morning

broke they beheld the grounds of the Palace swarming with Mendoza's troops, and the red and white barred

flag of the revolution floating over it. The news of the assassination of Alvarez and the fact that Rojas had

been spared for fear of the people, had been carried to them early in the evening, and with this knowledge of

their General's safety hope returned and fresh plans were discussed. By midnight they had definitely decided

that should Mendoza attempt to dislodge them the next morning, they would make a stand, but that if the

fight went against them, they would fall back along the mountain roads to the Valencia mines, where they

hoped to persuade the fifteen hundred soldiers there installed to join forces with them against the new

In order to assure themselves of this help, a messenger was despatched by a circuitous route to the Palms, to

ask the aid of the resident director, and another was sent to the mines to work upon the feelings of the soldiers

themselves. The officer who had been sent to the Palms to petition Clay for the loan of his soldierworkmen,

had decided to remain until Clay returned, and another messenger had been sent after him from the camp on

These two lieutenants greeted Clay with enthusiasm, but he at once interrupted them, and began plying them

with questions as to where their camp was situated and what roads led from it to the Palms.

``Bring your men at once to this end of our railroad,'' he said. ``It is still early, and the revolutionists will

sleep late. They are drugged with liquor and worn out with excitement, and whatever may have been their

intentions toward you last night, they will be late in putting them into practice this morning. I will telegraph

Kirkland to come up at once with all of his soldiers and with his three hundred Irishmen. Allowing him a

halfhour to collect them and to get his flat cars together, and another halfhour in which to make the run, he

should be here by halfpast sixand that's quick mobilization. You ride back now and march your men here

at a doublequick. With your two thousand we shall have in all three thousand and eight hundred men. I must

have absolute control over my own troops. Otherwise I shall act independently of you and go into the city

``That is unnecessary,'' said one of the lieutenants. ``We have no officers. If you do not command us, there is

no one else to do it. We promise that our men will follow you and give you every obedience. They have been

led by foreigners before, by young Captain Stuart and Major Fergurson and Colonel Shrevington. They know

how highly General Rojas thinks of you, and they know that you have led Continental armies in Europe.''

``Well, don't tell them I haven't until this is over,'' said Clay. ``Now, ride hard, gentlemen, and bring your

The lieutenants thanked him effusively and galloped away, radiant at the success of their mission, and Clay

entered the office where MacWilliams was telegraphing his orders to Kirkland. He seated himself beside the

instrument, and from time to time answered the questions Kirkland sent back to him over the wire, and in the

intervals of silence thought of Hope. It was the first time he had gone into action feeling the touch of a

woman's hand upon his sleeve, and he was fearful lest she might think he had considered her too lightly.

He took a piece of paper from the table and wrote a few lines upon it, and then rewrote them several times.

The message he finally sent to her was this: ``I am sure you understand, and that you would not have me give

up beaten now, when what we do today may set us right again. I know better than any one else in the world

can know, what I run the risk of losing, but you would not have that fear stop me from going on with what we

have been struggling for so long. I cannot come back to see you before we start, but I know your heart is with

He gave the note to his servant, and the answer was brought to him almost immediately. Hope had not

rewritten her message: ``I love you because you are the sort of man you are, and had you given up as father

wished you to do, or on my account, you would have been some one else, and I would have had to begin over

again to learn to love you for some different reasons. I know that you will come back to me bringing your

He had never received a line from her before, and he read and reread this with a sense of such pride and

happiness in his face that MacWilliams smiled covertly and bent his eyes upon his instrument. Clay went

back into his room and kissed the page of paper gently, flushing like a boy as he did so, and then folding it

carefully, he put it away beneath his jacket. He glanced about him guiltily, although he was quite alone, and

taking out his watch, pried it open and looked down into the face of the photograph that had smiled up at him

from it for so many years. He thought how unlike it was to Alice Langham as he knew her. He judged that it

must have been taken when she was very young, at the age Hope was then, before the little world she lived in

had crippled and narrowed her and marked her for its own. He remembered what she had said to him the first

night he had seen her. ``That is the picture of the girl who ceased to exist four years ago, and whom you have

``It looks more like Hope than her sister,'' he mused. ``It looks very much like Hope.'' He decided that he

would let it remain where it was until Hope gave him a better one; and smiling slightly he snapped the lid

fast, as though he were closing a door on the face of Alice Langham and locking it forever.

Kirkland was in the cab of the locomotive that brought the soldiers from the mine. He stopped the first car in

front of the freight station until the workmen had filed out and formed into a double line on the platform.

Then he moved the train forward the length of that car, and those in the one following were mustered out in a

similar manner. As the cars continued to come in, the men at the head of the double line passed on through

the freight station and on up the road to the city in an unbroken column. There was no confusion, no

When the last car had been emptied, Clay rode down the line and appointed a foreman to take charge of each

company, stationing his engineers and the IrishAmericans in the van. It looked more like a mob than a

regiment. None of the men were in uniform, and the native soldiers were barefoot. But they showed a

winning spirit, and stood in as orderly an array as though they were drawn up in line to receive their month's

wages. The Americans in front of the column were humorously disposed, and inclined to consider the whole

affair as a pleasant outing. They had been placed in front, not because they were better shots than the natives,

but because every South American thinks that every citizen of the United States is a master either of the rifle

or the revolver, and Clay was counting on this superstition. His assistant engineers and foremen hailed him as

he rode on up and down the line with goodnatured cheers, and asked him when they were to get their

commissions, and if it were true that they were all captains, or only colonels, as they were at home.

They had been waiting for a halfhour, when there was the sound of horses' hoofs on the road, and the even

beat of men's feet, and the advance guard of the Third and Fourth regiments came toward them at a quickstep.

The men were still in the fulldress uniforms they had worn at the review the day before, and in comparison

with the soldierworkmen and the Americans in flannel shirts, they presented so martial a showing that they

were welcomed with tumultuous cheers. Clay threw them into a double line on one side of the road, down the

length of which his own marched until they had reached the end of it nearest to the city, when they took up

their position in a close formation, and the native regiments fell in behind them. Clay selected twenty of the

best shots from among the engineers and sent them on ahead as a skirmish line. They were ordered to fall

back at once if they saw any sign of the enemy. In this order the column of four thousand men started for the

It was a little after seven when they advanced. and the air was mild and peaceful. Men and women came

crowding to the doors and windows of the huts as they passed, and stood watching them in silence, not

knowing to which party the small army might belong. In order to enlighten them, Clay shouted, ``Viva

They had reached the closely built portion of the city when the skirmish line came running back to say that it

had been met by a detachment of Mendoza's cavalry, who had galloped away as soon as they saw them.

There was then no longer any doubt that the fact of their coming was known at the Palace, and Clay halted

his men in a bare plaza and divided them into three columns. Three streets ran parallel with one another from

this plaza to the heart of the city, and opened directly upon the garden of the Palace where Mendoza had

fortified himself. Clay directed the columns to advance up these streets, keeping the head of each column in

touch with the other two. At the word they were to pour down the side streets and rally to each other's

As they stood, drawn up on the three sides of the plaza, he rode out before them and held up his hat for

silence. They were there with arms in their hands, he said, for two reasons: the greater one, and the one which

he knew actuated the native soldiers, was their desire to preserve the Constitution of the Republic. According

to their own laws, the VicePresident must succeed when the President's term of office had expired, or in the

event of his death. President Alvarez had been assassinated, and the VicePresident, General Rojas, was, in

consequence, his legal successor. It was their duty, as soldiers of the Republic, to rescue him from prison, to

drive the man who had usurped his place into exile, and by so doing uphold the laws which they had

themselves laid down. The second motive, he went on, was a less worthy and more selfish one. The Olancho

mines, which now gave work to thousands and brought millions of dollars into the country, were coveted by

Mendoza, who would, if he could, convert them into a monopoly of his government. If he remained in power

all foreigners would be driven out of the country, and the soldiers would be forced to work in the mines

without payment. Their condition would be little better than that of the slaves in the salt mines of Siberia. Not

only would they no longer be paid for their labor, but the people as a whole would cease to receive that share

``Under President Rojas you will have liberty, justice, and prosperity,'' Clay cried. ``Under Mendoza you will

be ruled by martial law. He will rob and overtax you, and you will live through a reign of terror. Between

The native soldiers answered by cries of ``Rojas,'' and breaking ranks rushed across the plaza toward him,

crowding around his horse and shouting, ``Long live Rojas,'' ``Long live the Constitution,'' ``Death to

Mendoza.'' The Americans stood as they were and gave three cheers for the Government.

They were still cheering and shouting as they advanced upon the Palace, and the noise of their coming drove

the people indoors, so that they marched through deserted streets and between closed doors and sightless

windows. No one opposed them, and no one encouraged them. But they could now see the facade of the

Three blocks distant from the Palace they came upon the buildings of the United States and English

Legations, where the flags of the two countries had been hung out over the narrow thoroughfare.

The windows and the roofs of each legation were crowded with women and children who had sought refuge

there, and the column halted as Weimer, the Consul, and Sir Julian Pindar, the English Minister, came out,

``As our Minister was not here,'' Weimer said, ``I telegraphed to Truxillo for the manofwar there. She

started some time ago, and we have just heard that she is entering the lower harbor. She should have her

bluejackets on shore in twenty minutes. Sir Julian and I think you ought to wait for them.''

The English Minister put a detaining hand on Clay's bridle. ``If you attack Mendoza at the Palace with this

mob,'' he remonstrated, ``rioting and lawlessness generally will break out all over the city. I ask you to keep

them back until we get your sailors to police the streets and protect property.''

Clay glanced over his shoulder at the engineers and the Irish workmen standing in solemn array behind him.

``Oh, you can hardly call this a mob,'' he said. ``They look a little rough and ready, but I will answer for

them. The two other columns that are coming up the streets parallel to this are Government troops and

properly engaged in driving a usurper out of the Government building. The best thing you can do is to get

down to the wharf and send the marines and bluejackets where you think they will do the most good. I can't

The grounds of the Palace occupied two entire blocks; the Botanical Gardens were in the rear, and in front a

series of low terraces ran down from its veranda to the high iron fence which separated the grounds from the

Clay sent word to the left and right wing of his little army to make a detour one street distant from the Palace

grounds and form in the street in the rear of the Botanical Gardens. When they heard the firing of his men

from the front they were to force their way through the gates at the back and attack the Palace in the rear.

``Mendoza has the place completely barricaded,'' Weimer warned him, ``and he has three field pieces

covering each of these streets. You and your men are directly in line of one of them now. He is only waiting

From where he sat Clay could count the bars of the iron fence in front of the grounds. But the boards that

backed them prevented his forming any idea of the strength or the distribution of Mendoza's forces. He drew

``The Theatre National and the Club Union,'' he said, ``face the Palace from the opposite corners of this

street. You must get into them and barricade the windows and throw up some sort of shelter for yourselves

along the edge of the roofs and drive the men behind that fence back to the Palace. Clear them away from the

cannon first, and keep them away from it. I will be waiting in the street below. When you have driven them

back, we will charge the gates and have it out with them in the gardens. The Third and Fourth regiments

ought to take them in the rear about the same time. You will continue to pick them off from the roof.''

The two supporting columns had already started on their roundabout way to the rear of the Palace. Clay

gathered up his reins, and telling his men to keep close to the walls, started forward, his soldiers following on

the sidewalks and leaving the middle of the street clear. As they reached a point a hundred yards below the

Palace, a part of the wooden shield behind the fence was thrown down, there was a puff of white smoke and a

report, and a cannonball struck the roof of a house which they were passing and sent the tiles clattering

about their heads. But the men in the lead had already reached the stage door of the theatre and were

opposite one of the doors to the club. They drove these in with the butts of their rifles, and raced up the stairs

of each of the deserted buildings until they reached the roof. Langham was swept by a weight of men across a

stage, and jumped among the music racks in the orchestra. He caught a glimpse of the early morning sun

shining on the tawdry hangings of the boxes and the exaggerated perspective of the scenery. He ran through

corridors between two great statues of Comedy and Tragedy, and up a marble stair case to a lobby in which

he saw the white faces about him multiplied in long mirrors, and so out to an iron balcony from which he

looked down, panting and breathless, upon the Palace Gardens, swarming with soldiers and white with

smoke. Men poured through the windows of the club opposite, dragging sofas and chairs out to the balcony

and upon the flat roof. The men near him were tearing down the yellow silk curtains in the lobby and draping

them along the railing of the balcony to better conceal their movements from the enemy below. Bullets

spattered the stucco about their heads, and panes of glass broke suddenly and fell in glittering particles upon

their shoulders. The firing had already begun from the roofs near them. Beyond the club and the theatre and

far along the street on each side of the Palace the merchants were slamming the iron shutters of their shops,

and men and women were running for refuge up the high steps of the church of Santa Maria. Others were

gathered in black masses on the balconies and roofs of the more distant houses, where they stood outlined

against the soft blue sky in gigantic silhouette. Their shouts of encouragement and anger carried clearly in the

morning air, and spurred on the gladiators below to greater effort. In the Palace Gardens a line of Mendoza's

men fought from behind the first barricade, while others dragged tables and bedding and chairs across the

green terraces and tumbled them down to those below, who seized them and formed them into a second line

Two of the assistant engineers were kneeling at Langham's feet with the barrels of their rifles resting on the

railing of the balcony. Their eyes had been trained for years to judge distances and to measure space, and they

glanced along the sights of their rifles as though they were looking through the lens of a transit, and at each

report their faces grew more earnest and their lips pressed tighter together. One of them lowered his gun to

light a cigarette, and Langham handed him his matchbox, with a certain feeling of repugnance.

``Better get under cover, Mr. Langham,'' the man said, kindly. ``There's no use our keeping your mines for

you if you're not alive to enjoy them. Take a shot at that crew around the gun.''

``I don't like this long range business,'' Langham answered. ``I am going down to join Clay. I don't like the

As Langham reached Clay's side triumphant shouts arose from the rooftops, and the men posted there stood

up and showed themselves above the barricades and called to Clay that the cannon were deserted.

Kirkland had come prepared for the barricade, and, running across the street, fastened a dynamite cartridge to

each gate post and lit the fuses. The soldiers scattered before him as he came leaping back, and in an instant

later there was a racking roar, and the gates were pitched out of their sockets and thrown forward, and those

Langham caught it by the throat as though it were human, and did not feel the hot metal burning the palms of

his hands as he choked it and pointed its muzzle toward the Palace, while the others dragged at the spokes of

the wheel. It was fighting at close range now, close enough to suit even Langham. He found himself in the

front rank of it without knowing exactly how he got there. Every man on both sides was playing his own

hand, and seemed to know exactly what to do. He felt neglected and very much alone, and was somewhat

anxious lest his valor might be wasted through his not knowing how to put it to account. He saw the enemy in

changing groups of scowling men, who seemed to eye him for an instant down the length of a gunbarrel and

then disappear behind a puff of smoke. He kept thinking that war made men take strange liberties with their

fellowmen, and it struck him as being most absurd that strangers should stand up and try to kill one another,

men who had so little in common that they did not even know one another's names. The soldiers who were

fighting on his own side were equally unknown to him, and he looked in vain for Clay. He saw MacWilliams

for a moment through the smoke, jabbing at a jammed cartridge with his pen knife, and hacking the lead

away to make it slip. He was remonstrating with the gun and swearing at it exactly as though it were human,

and as Langham ran toward him he threw it away and caught up another from the ground. Kneeling beside

the wounded man who had dropped it and picking the cartridges from his belt, he assured him cheerfully that

``I'm all right. I'm trying to get a little laddie hiding behind that blue silk sofa over there. He's taken an

unnatural dislike to me, and he's nearly got me three times. I'm knocking horse hair out of his rampart,

The men of Stuart's bodyguard were fighting outside of the breastworks and mattresses. They were using

their swords as though they were machetes, and the Irishmen were swinging their guns around their shoulders

like sledgehammers, and beating their foes over the head and breast. The guns at his own side sounded close

at Langham's ear, and deafened him, and those of the enemy exploded so near to his face that he was kept

continually winking and dodging, as though he were being taken by a flashlight photograph. When he fired

he aimed where the mass was thickest, so that he might not see what his bullet did, but he remembered

afterward that he always reloaded with the most anxious swiftness in order that he might not be killed before

he had had another shot, and that the idea of being killed was of no concern to him except on that account.

Then the scene before him changed, and apparently hundreds of Mendoza's soldiers poured out from the

Palace and swept down upon him, cheering as they came, and he felt himself falling back naturally and as a

matter of course, as he would have stepped out of the way of a locomotive, or a runaway horse, or any other

unreasoning thing. His shoulders pushed against a mass of shouting, sweating men, who in turn pressed back

upon others, until the mass reached the iron fence and could move no farther. He heard Clay's voice shouting

to them, and saw him run forward, shooting rapidly as he ran, and he followed him, even though his reason

told him it was a useless thing to do, and then there came a great shout from the rear of the Palace, and more

soldiers, dressed exactly like the others, rushed through the great doors and swarmed around the two wings of

the building, and he recognized them as Rojas's men and knew that the fight was over.

He saw a tall man with a negro's face spring out of the first mass of soldiers and shout to them to follow him.

Clay gave a yell of welcome and ran at him, calling upon him in Spanish to surrender. The negro stopped and

stood at bay, glaring at Clay and at the circle of soldiers closing in around him. He raised his revolver and

pointed it steadily. It was as though the man knew he had only a moment to live, and meant to do that one

Clay sprang to one side and ran toward him, dodging to the right and left, but Mendoza followed his

It lasted but an instant. Then the Spaniard threw his arm suddenly across his face, drove the heel of his boot

``If he was shot where his sash crosses his heart, I know the man who did it,'' Langham heard a voice say at

his elbow, and turning saw MacWilliams wetting his fingers at his lips and touching them gingerly to the

The death of Mendoza left his followers without a leader and without a cause. They threw their muskets on

the ground and held their hands above their heads, shrieking for mercy. Clay and his officers answered them

instantly by running from one group to another, knocking up the barrels of the rifles and calling hoarsely to

the men on the roofs to cease firing, and as they were obeyed the noise of the last few random shots was

drowned in tumultuous cheering and shouts of exultation, that, starting in the gardens, were caught up by

those in the streets and passed on quickly as a line of flame along the swaying housetops.

The native officers sprang upon Clay and embraced him after their fashion, hailing him as the Liberator of

Olancho, as the Preserver of the Constitution, and their brother patriot. Then one of them climbed to the top

``You'll proclaim yourself an idiot, if you don't get down from there,'' Clay said, laughing. ``I thank you for

permitting me to serve with you, gentlemen. I shall have great pleasure in telling our President how well you

acquitted yourself in this rowbattle, I mean. And now I would suggest that you store the prisoners'

weapons in the Palace and put a guard over them, and then conduct the men themselves to the military prison,

where you can release General Rojas and escort him back to the city in a triumphal procession. You'd like

But the natives protested that that honor was for him alone. Clay declined it, pleading that he must look after

``For, if it takes two thousand bullets to kill a man in European warfare, it must require about two hundred

He told Kirkland to march his men back to the mines and to see that there were no stragglers. ``If they want

to celebrate, let them celebrate when they get to the mines, but not here. They have made a good record

today and I won't have it spoiled by rioting. They shall have their reward later. Between Rojas and Mr.

The cheering from the housetops since the firing ceased had changed suddenly into handclappings, and the

cries, though still undistinguishable, were of a different sound. Clay saw that the Americans on the balconies

of the club and of the theatre had thrown themselves far over the railings and were all looking in the same

direction and waving their hats and cheering loudly, and he heard above the shouts of the people the regular

tramp of men's feet marching in step, and the rattle of a machine gun as it bumped and shook over the rough

stones. He gave a shout of pleasure, and Kirkland and the two boys ran with him up the slope, crowding each

other to get a better view. The mob parted at the Palace gates, and they saw two lines of blue jackets, spread

out like the sticks of a fan, dragging the gun between them, the middies in their tightbuttoned tunics and

gaiters, and behind them more bluejackets with bare, bronzed throats, and with the swagger and roll of the

sea in their legs and shoulders. An American flag floated above the white helmets of the marines. Its presence

and the sense of pride which the sight of these men from home awoke in them made the fight just over seem

A first lieutenant, who felt his importance and also a sense of disappointment at having arrived too late to see

the fighting, left his men at the gate of the Palace, and advanced up the terrace, stopping to ask for

information as he came. Each group to which he addressed himself pointed to Clay. The sight of his own flag

had reminded Clay that the banner of Mendoza still hung from the mast beside which he was standing, and as

the officer approached he was busily engaged in untwisting its halyards and pulling it down.

``Can you tell me who is in command here?'' he asked. He spoke somewhat sharply, for Clay was not a

military looking personage, covered as he was with dust and perspiration, and with his sombrero on the back

``Our Consul here told us at the landingplace,'' continued the lieutenant in an aggrieved tone, ``that a

General Mendoza was in power, and that I had better report to him, and then ten minutes later I hear that he is

dead and that a General Rojas is President, but that a man named Clay has made himself Dictator. My

instructions are to recognize no belligerents, but to report to the Government party. Now, who is the

Clay brought the redbarred flag down with a jerk, and ripped it free from the halyards. Kirkland and the two

``I appreciate your difficulty,'' he said. ``President Alvarez is dead, and General Mendoza, who tried to make

himself Dictator, is also dead, and the real President, General Rojas, is still in jail. So at present I suppose that

I represent the Government party, at least I am the man named Clay. It hadn't occurred to me before, but,

until Rojas is free, I guess I am the Dictator of Olancho. Is Madame Alvarez on board your ship?''

``Yes, she is with us,'' the officer replied, in some confusion. ``Excuse meare you the three gentlemen who

took her to the yacht? I am afraid I spoke rather hastily just now, but you are not in uniform, and the

Government seems to change so quickly down here that a stranger finds it hard to keep up with it.''

Six of the native officers had approached as the lieutenant was speaking and saluted Clay gravely. ``We have

followed your instructions,'' one of them said, ``and the regiments are ready to march with the prisoners.

Have you any further orders for uscan we deliver any messages to General Rojas?''

``Present my congratulations to General Rojas, and best wishes,'' said Clay. ``And tell him for me, that it

would please me greatly if he would liberate an American citizen named Burke, who is at present in the

cuartel. And that I wish him to promote all of you gentlemen one grade and give each of you the Star of

Olancho. Tell him that in my opinion you have deserved even higher reward and honor at his hands.''

The boylieutenants broke out into a chorus of delighted thanks. They assured Clay that he was most

gracious; that he overwhelmed them, and that it was honor enough for them that they had served under him.

The officer from the manofwar listened with an uncomfortable sense of having blundered in his manner

toward this powder splashed young man who set American citizens at liberty, and created captains by the

``I was an officer in the English army once in the Soudan, when they were short of officers.'' Clay shook his

head and looked wistfully at the ranks of the bluejackets drawn up on either side of them. The horses had

been brought out and Langham and MacWilliams were waiting for him to mount. ``I have worn several

The people were cheering him from every part of the square. Women waved their hands from balconies and

housetops, and men climbed to awnings and lampposts and shouted his name. The officers and men of the

landing party took note of him and of this reception out of the corner of their eyes, and wondered.

``Oh, I would police the Palace grounds, if I were you, and picket that street at the right, where there are so

many wine shops, and preserve order generally until Rojas gets here. He won't be more than an hour, now.

We shall be coming over to pay our respects to your captain tomorrow. Glad to have met you.''

``Well, I'm glad to have met you,'' answered the officer, heartily. ``Hold on a minute. Even if you haven't

worn our uniform, you're as good, and better, than some I've seen that have, and you're a sort of a

commanderinchief, anyway, and I'm damned if I don't give you a sort of salute.''

Clay laughed like a boy as he swung himself into the saddle. The officer stepped back and gave the

command; the middies raised their swords and Clay passed between massed rows of his countrymen with

their muskets held rigidly toward him. The housetops rocked again at the sight, and as he rode out into the

The two boys had drawn up at his side, but MacWilliams had turned in the saddle and was still looking

``Look back, Clay,'' he said. ``Take a last look at it, you'll never see it after today. Turn again, turn again,

The men laughed and drew rein as he bade them, and looked back up the narrow street. They saw the green

and white flag of Olancho creeping to the top of the mast before the Palace, the bluejackets driving back the

crowd, the gashes in the walls of the houses, where Mendoza's cannonballs had dug their way through the

stucco, and the silk curtains, riddled with bullets, flapping from the balconies of the operahouse.

``You had it all your own way an hour ago,'' MacWilliams said, mockingly. ``You could have sent Rojas into

exile, and made us all Cabinet Ministersand you gave it up for a girl. Now, you're Dictator of Olancho.

What will you be tomorrow? To morrow you will be Andrew Langham's soninlawBenedict, the

married man. Andrew Langham's soninlaw cannot ask his wife to live in such a hole as this,

Clay and Langham looked curiously at the boy to see if he were in earnest, but MacWilliams would not meet

``There were three of us,'' he said, ``and one got shot, and one got married, and the third? You will grow

fat, Clay, and live on Fifth Avenue and wear a high silk hat, and some day when you're sitting in your club

you'll read a paragraph in a newspaper with a queer Spanish dateline to it, and this will all come back to

you,this heat, and the palms, and the fever, and the days when you lived on plantains and we watched our

trestles grow out across the canons, and you'll be willing to give your hand to sleep in a hammock again, and

to feel the sweat running down your back, and you'll want to chuck your gun up against your chin and shoot

into a line of men, and the policemen won't let you, and your wife won't let you. That's what you're giving up.

The steamer ``Santiago,'' carrying ``passengers, bullion, and coffee,'' was headed to pass Porto Rico by

midnight, when she would be free of land until she anchored at the quarantine station of the green hills of

Staten Island. She had not yet shaken off the contamination of the earth; a soft inland breeze still tantalized

her with odors of tree and soil, the smell of the fresh coat of paint that had followed her coaling rose from her

sides, and the odor of spilt coffeegrains that hung around the hatches had yet to be blown away by a jealous

The captain stopped at the open entrance of the Social Hall. ``If any of you ladies want to take your last look

at Olancho you've got to come now,'' he said. ``We'll lose the Valencia light in the next quarter hour.''

Miss Langham and King looked up from their novels and smiled, and Miss Langham shook her head. ``I've

taken three final farewells of Olancho already,'' she said: ``before we went down to dinner, and when the sun

set, and when the moon rose. I have no more sentiment left to draw on. Do you want to go?'' she asked.

``I'm very comfortable, thank you,'' King said, and returned to the consideration of his novel.

But Clay and Hope arose at the captain's suggestion with suspicious alacrity, and stepped out upon the empty

Alice Langham looked after them somewhat wistfully and bit the edges of her book. She sat for some time

with her brows knitted, glancing occasionally and critically toward King and up with unseeing eyes at the

swinging lamps of the saloon. He caught her looking at him once when he raised his eyes as he turned a page,

and smiled back at her, and she nodded pleasantly and bent her head over her reading. She assured herself

that after all King understood her and she him, and that if they never rose to certain heights, they never sank

King had placed his yacht at the disposal of Madame Alvarez, and she had sailed to Colon, where she could

change to the steamers for Lisbon, while he accompanied the Langhams and the wedding party to New York.

Clay recognized that the time had now arrived in his life when he could graduate from the position of

managerdirector and become the engineering expert, and that his services in Olancho were no longer

With Rojas in power Mr. Langham had nothing further to fear from the Government, and with Kirkland in

charge and young Langham returning after a few months' absence to resume his work, he felt himself free to

They had taken the first steamer out, and the combined efforts of all had been necessary to prevail upon

MacWilliams to accompany them; and even now the fact that he was to act as Clay's best man and, as

Langham assured him cheerfully, was to wear a frock coat and see his name in all the papers, brought on such

sudden panics of fear that the fastfading coast line filled his soul with regret, and a wilful desire to jump

Clay and Hope stopped at the door of the chief engineer's cabin and said they had come to pay him a visit.

The chief had but just come from the depths where the contamination of the earth was most evident in the

condition of his stokers; but his chin was now cleanly shaven, and his pipe was drawing as well as his engine

fires, and he had wrapped himself in an old P. O. white duck jacket to show what he had been before he sank

to the level of a coasting steamer. They admired the clerklike neatness of the report he had just finished, and

in return he promised them the fastest run on record, and showed them the portrait of his wife, and of their

tiny cottage on the Isle of Wight, and his jade idols from Corea, and carved cocoanut gourds from Brazil, and

a picture from the ``Graphic'' of Lord Salisbury, tacked to the partition and looking delightedly down between

Then they called upon the captain, and Clay asked him why captains always hung so much lace about their

beds when they invariably slept on a red velvet sofa with their boots on, and the captain ordered his Chinese

steward to mix them a queer drink and offered them the choice of a six months' accumulation of paper novels,

and free admittance to his bridge at all hours. And then they passed on to the door of the smokingroom and

beckoned MacWilliams to come out and join them. His manner as he did so bristled with importance, and he

``I've just been having a chat with Captain Burke,'' he said, in an undertone. ``He's been telling Langham and

me about a new game that's better than running railroads. He says there's a country called Macedonia that's

got a native prince who wants to be free from Turkey, and the Turks won't let him, and Burke says if we'll

each put up a thousand dollars, he'll guarantee to get the prince free in six months. He's made an estimate of

the cost and submitted it to the Russian Embassy at Washington, and he says they will help him secretly, and

he knows a man who has just patented a new rifle, and who will supply him with a thousand of them for the

sake of the advertisement. He says it's a mountainous country, and all you have to do is to stand on the passes

``Then you're thinking of turning professional filibuster yourself?'' said Clay.

``Well, I don't know. It sounds more interesting than engineering. Burke says I beat him on his last fight, and

he'd like to have me with him in the next onesort of youngbloodin thefirm ideaand he calculates

that we can go about setting people free and upsetting governments for some time to come. He says there is

always something to fight about if you look for it. And I must say the condition of those poor Macedonians

does appeal to me. Think of them all alone down there bullied by that Sultan of Turkey, and wanting to be

free and independent. That's not right. You, as an American citizen, ought to be the last person in the world to

``I don't object; set them free, of course,'' laughed Clay. ``But how long have you entertained this feeling for

``Well, I never heard of them until a quarter of an hour ago, but they oughtn't to suffer through my

``Certainly not. Let me know when you're going to do it, and Hope and I will run over and look on. I should

like to see you and Burke and the Prince of Macedonia rolling rocks down on the Turkish Empire.''

Hope and Clay passed on up the deck laughing, and MacWilliams looked after them with a fond and paternal

smile. The lamp in the wheelhouse threw a broad belt of light across the forward deck as they passed through

it into the darkness of the bow, where the lonely lookout turned and stared at them suspiciously, and then

They leaned upon the rail and breathed the soft air which the rush of the steamer threw in their faces, and

studied in silence the stars that lay so low upon the horizon line that they looked like the harbor lights of a

``Those are the electric lights along the ocean drive at Long Branch and up the Rumson Road, and those two

stars a little higher up are fixed to the mastheads of the Scotland Lightship. And that mass of light that you

think is the Milky Way, is the glare of the New York street lamps thrown up against the sky.''

``Are we so near as that?'' said Hope, smiling. ``And what lies over there?'' she asked, pointing to the east.

``Over there is the coast of Africa. Don't you see the lighthouse on Cape Bon? If it wasn't for Gibraltar being

in the way, I could show you the harbor lights of Bizerta, and the terraces of Algiers shining like a cafe'

``Algiers,'' sighed Hope, ``where you were a soldier of Africa, and rode across the deserts. Will you take me

``There, of course, but to Gibraltar first, where we will drive along the Alameda by moonlight. I drove there

once coming home from a mess dinner with the Colonel. The drive lies between broad white balustrades, and

the moon shone down on us between the leaves of the Spanish bayonet. It was like an Italian garden. But he

did not see it, and he would talk to me about the Watkins range finder on the lower ramparts, and he puffed

on a huge cigar. I tried to imagine I was there on my honeymoon, but the end of his cigar would light up and I

would see his white mustache and the glow on his red jacket, so I vowed I would go over that drive again

``There to the North is Paris; your Paris, and my Paris, with London only eight hours away. If you look very

closely, you can see the thousands of hansom cab lamps flashing across the asphalt, and the open theatres,

and the fairy lamps in the gardens back of the houses in Mayfair, where they are giving dances in your honor,

in honor of the beautiful American bride, whom every one wants to meet. And you will wear the finest tiara

we can get on Bond Street, but no one will look at it; they will only look at you. And I will feel very

Hope put her hand in his, and he held her fingertips to his lips for an instant and closed his other hand upon

``After that we will go to work again, and take long journeys to Mexico and Peru or wherever they want me,

and I will sit in judgment on the work other chaps have done. And when we get back to our car at night, or to

the section house, for it will be very rough sometimes,''Hope pressed his hand gently in answer,``I will

tell you privately how very differently your husband would have done it, and you, knowing all about it, will

say that had it been left to me, I would certainly have accomplished it in a vastly superior manner.''

``That's what I said you'd say,'' laughed Clay. ``Dearest,'' he begged, ``promise me something. Promise me

Hope raised her eyes and looked up at him in silence, and had the man in the wheelhouse been watching the

stars, as he should have been, no one but the two foolish young people on the bow of the boat would have

A great wave struck the ship's side a friendly slap, and the wind caught up the spray and tossed it in their

eyes, and blew a strand of her hair loose so that it fell across Clay's face, and they laughed happily together as

she drew it back and he took her hand again to steady her progress across the slanting deck.

As they passed hand in hand out of the shadow into the light from the wheelhouse, the lookout in the bow

counted the strokes of the bell to himself, and then turned and shouted back his measured cry to the bridge

above them. His voice seemed to be a part of the murmuring sea and the welcoming winds.

``Eight bells,'' the voice sang from the darkness. ``The for'ard light's shining brightand all's well.''