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The man stepped into the little room, and the door was closed behind him. "Lock it, Felipe!" he exclaimed. "Take no chances of having some one walk in on us without warning, me boy." The key was turned in the lock. There was a bed, a chair, and a washstand in the room. The floor was uncarpeted and the walls unpapered.
"At least," he said, "if we cannot carry with us into exile the friends and the places that we have loved, music will go where we go, even to such an end of the world as this. Felipe!" he called to his organist. "Can they sing the music I taught them for the Dixit Dominus to-night?" "Yes, father, surely." "Then we will have that.
The fugitive king of the island is persuaded to surrender to the Spaniards and become a vassal of Felipe. Several other petty rulers follow his example and promise not to allow the Dutch to engage in the clove trade.
There's the railroad already built along one side; there's San Felipe and the whole Coast country within easy reach. It beats the other proposition a hundred to one, if it can be done at all." The Seer rose and paced up and down in the bright moonlight. Presently he said: "If you accept the position with Hunt up north you should go on at once. That job would be the best thing you ever had.
Go to Neuvitas, where Tomas lives there is a steamer leaving in three of four days, and you can arrange passage on her. He is a dentist. Meet him, somehow, and make yourself known by repeating this sentence: 'I come from Felipe. He told me how you whipped him to keep him from going to the Ten Years' War! That will be enough; he will ask you who you are and what you want." "I see.
Bold as the Senora was, she had not quite the courage requisite to take that question wholly into her own hands. One thing was clear, Felipe must not be consulted in regard to them. He had never known of them, and need not now. Felipe was far too much in sympathy with Ramona to take a just view of the situation. He would be sure to have a quixotic idea of Ramona's right of ownership.
On the second evening, the first after the shearers had left, Alessandro, seeing Ramona in the veranda, went to the foot of the steps, and said, "Senorita, would Senor Felipe like to have me play on the violin to him tonight?" "Why, whose violin have you got?" exclaimed Ramona, astonished. "My own, Senorita." "Your own! I thought you said you did not bring it."
"What brings you here, Juana?" she asked sternly of the old woman who by this time had crossed the court and stood before her, leaning on her stick. "They said you sent for us, Señorita, and compelled us to come." "I never sent for you!" answered Chiquita. "Do you wish for further proof?" asked Don Felipe, addressing the Captain.
A fortnight or less will find you relieved, and the only safety in store for you is to go forward. Now your employer is going to my camp for the night, and may not see you again before this herd reaches the Platte. Remember, Don Felipe, that the opportunity is yours to regain your prestige as a corporal and you need it after to-day's actions. What would Don Dionisio say if he knew the truth?
I am sure I don't know what to do. Ramona's looks frighten me. I believe she will die." "I cannot wish Alessandro had never set foot on the place," said the Senora, gently, "for I feel that I owe your life to him, my Felipe; and he is not to blame for Ramona's conduct. You need not fear her dying, She may be ill; but people do not die of love like hers for Alessandro."
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