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Harber answered the captain's gleam of teeth with one of his own, and they turned their backs upon the water and went to Harber's room, where they could have their fill of talk undisturbed.
They told him she was on her way. So, fearing to miss her if he went seeking, he settled down there and stayed until she came. It was seven months of waiting he had ... but it was worth it in the end. And that was Harber's romance. Just an incredible coincidence, you say. I know it. I told Harber that. And Mrs. Harber.
"'Sall up!" said Barton, grinning gamely. "I'm through. Asked 'em to send you in. Do something for me, Harber tha's right, ain't it Harber's your name?" "Yes. What is it, Barton?" Barton closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Doggone memory playin' tricks," he apologized faintly. "This, Harber. Black-leather case inside leather grip there by the wall. Money in it and letters.
And after another pause, he went on: "The fine dreams of youth odd where they end, isn't it? "This and me so different. So different! Failure. She was wise but she didn't know everything. The world was too big too hard for me. 'You can't fail, she said, 'I won't let you fail! But you see " Harber's mind, slipping back down the years, with Barton, to his own parting, stopped with a jerk.
"What!" he exclaimed. Barton seemed drifting, half conscious, half unconscious of what he was saying. He did not appear to have heard Harber's exclamation over the phrase so like that Janet had given him. "We weren't like the rest," droned Barton. "No we wanted more out of life than they did. We couldn't be content with half a loaf. We wanted the bravest adventures the yellowest gold the...."
Harber, then, was to manage the plantation; they were going to set out rubber, both Para and native, and try hemp and maybe coffee while they waited for the Haevia and the Ficus to yield. And Farringdon was ready to put the earnings from his schooner against Harber's wage as manager. The arrangement, you see, was ideal. Skip seven years with me, please.
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