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Elliott calling upon him herself to explain that she also was going, and would take care of Hal, he reluctantly consented. Curiously enough, it was that year in a great measure that changed the current of Lorraine's life. She came to the cross-roads, and took the wrong turn. Perhaps Miss Walton, with her knowledge of girls, could have foretold it.
All the interpreters started interpreting at the same time and at the top of their lungs; it was like a parade with the bands close together! Hal was struck dumb; then he began to laugh, and the various audiences began to laugh; the orators stopped, perplexed then they too began to laugh.
Hal looked thoughtfully into the fire. "I think she is very lonely. I don't think she will be much happier until... until... there is some one to take Basil's place." "No one can do that." He spoke a little shortly. "Basil was a hero. I do not know how she is ever to love a lesser man." "If she loved a man, she would easily see heroic qualities in him.
"The safe was unlocked, and the rascals have found out how badly they've been sold," laughed Mr. Lawton. "But why are you going so close to the yacht? In their rage, they'll fight like fiends, and you are unarmed." "We shall see what we shall see," dryly commented the commander, murmuring a few words in Hal Hastings's ear. Hal promptly dropped down below.
"Now," said the little man, "we shall have to hide. The police will be scouring the neighborhood. Have you a refuge handy?" "No," said Hal. "Then you shall come with me." He hesitated a moment, then added: "Which do you love best, your country or gold?" Hal took a long chance. "Gold," he said briefly. The little man slapped him familiarly on the back. "As all true Apaches!" he exclaimed. "Bien!
There you are, Sarge," cried Hyman, while the little Filipino dandy started, peered at the young sergeants and then scowled. "I'll try to fix it for you to get a pass to-night, Corporal," Hal went on, "if you really want one. But I don't exactly believe that you do. This native gentleman tried to butt in with us this afternoon, and at first we took it in good part. But he was too eager.
Hal tried to check his pace, but it was too late. Something bright flashed in the sunlight and Hal felt a sickening thud upon his head. In vain he tried to keep his feet. He sank slowly to the ground and then fell forward on his face. And even as he lost consciousness, he thought to himself: "What a fool I was. I should have suspected a trap. So he hit me with the butt of a revolver.
"That'll bring business," said the advertising manager. "I've had half a dozen telephones already about it." "That's good," replied Hal half-heartedly. "Yes, sir," pursued the advertising manager: "I can smell money in the air to-day. And, by the way, I've got a tip that, for a little mild apology, E.M. Pierce will withdraw both his suits." "I'll think about it," promised Hal.
Lorraine found herself wondering what life would be like with her beauty and talent if there were no vulgarly extravagant, unprincipled mother in the background, no insistent need to earn money, no gnawing ambition for a fame she already began to feel might prove an empty joy. She had not seen Hal for a year, and she felt an ache for her.
We here take Shakspeare's Prince Hal for granted, as we feel disposed at all times to take the poet's word in defiance of history; though no doubt the historical argument is calculated to throw a chill of doubt upon that gay and brilliant image.
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