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Mindful of their experience with the mate of the whaleback, Condy and Blix were all attention in an instant.
Mum mar married! gasped Condy, swallowing something in his throat. Blix rose to her feet. "Just been MARRIED!" she repeated, a little frightened. "Why why why; how DELIGHTFUL!" "Yes yes," mumbled Condy. "How delightful. I congratulate you!" "Come in come back to the station," said the Captain jovially, "and I'll introduce you to m' wife. We were married only last Sunday."
And then Blix, seeing him thus acquiescent, said: "Well, it's all settled; Papum and I both wrote last night." "When are you going?" "The first week in January." "Well, that's not so AWFULLY soon. But who will take your place here? However in the world would your father get along without you and Snooky and Howard?" "Aunt Dodd is going to come."
"Anyhow, I'm going to have supper at the Club; and I've got to write my article some time to-night." Blix fixed him with a swift glance of genuine concern. "Don't play to-night, Condy," she said, with a sudden gravity. "Fat lot I can play! What money have I got to play with?" "You might get some somewheres. But, anyhow, promise me you won't play." "Well, of course I'll promise.
See how you like this last chapter." Blix was enthusiastic over "In Defiance of Authority." Condy had told her the outline of the story, and had read to her each chapter as he finished it. "It's the best thing you have ever done, Condy, and you know it. I suppose it has faults, but I don't care anything about them. It's the story itself that's so interesting.
What's a story of adventure without a treasure? By Jove, Blix, I wish I could give my whole time to this stuff! It's ripping good material, and it ought to be handled as carefully as glass. Ought to be worked up, you know." "Condy," said Blix, looking at him intently, "what is it stands in your way of leaving the 'Times'? Would they take you back if you left them long enough to write your novel?
They said good-by to the old places they had come to know so well Chinatown, the Golden Balcony, the water-front, the lake of San Andreas, Telegraph Hill, and Luna's and had bade farewell to Riccardo and to old Richardson. They had left K. D. B. and Captain Jack until the last day. Blix was to go on the second of January.
"Yes; WASN'T that a barkentine?" he answered innocently. "Barkentine your EYE!" spluttered the Captain. "Why, that was a schooner as plain as a pie plate." But ten minutes later the ordeal was over, and Blix and Condy, once more breathing easily, were on their walk again.
A star fell. Sitting in the window, the two noticed it at once, and Condy stirred for the first time in fifteen minutes. "That was a very long one," he said, in a low voice. "Blix, you must write to me we must write each other often." "Oh, yes," she answered. "We must not forget each other; we have had too good a time for that." "Four years is a long time," he went on.
You know his initials: remember, you saw them in his hat. W. J. A., Luna's restaurant. That's all you want." "Lord," muttered Condy, as he gazed upon what Blix had written. "Do you dare?" she whispered, with a little hysterical shudder. "If it failed we've nothing to lose." "And K. D. B. is coming nearer every instant!" "But would he go that is, at once?" "We can only try.
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