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We hailed him with three guilty cheers; the dog woke up with a perfunctory bark the first sound I had heard from him since he yelped his disapproval of me on the lagoon. Miss Barrison produced three bowls full of boiling water and dropped three pellets of concentrated soup-meat into them, while I prepared coffee.
I staggered out into the clearer air towards a figure seen dimly through swirling vapor. "Are you hurt?" I stammered, clasping Miss Barrison in my arms. "No oh no," she said, wringing her hands. "But the professor! I saw him! I could not scream; I could not move! They had him!" "I saw him too," I groaned. "There was not one trace of terror on his face. He was actually smiling."
"Not to me," said Miss Barrison, softly. The professor looked at her. "Ah, child! Ever subtler, ever surer the Eternal Enigma is no enigma to you." "What is the Sphyx?" I asked. "Have you read De Soto? Or Goya?" "Yes, both. I remember now that De Soto records the Syachas legend of the Sphyx something about a goddess " "Not a goddess," said Miss Barrison, her lips touched with a smile.
I took that extra second myself for a lightning course in reflection upon effects and consequences. "It's silly, it's probably murder," I said, "but you're engaged! Now we must run for it!" And that is how I came to engage the services of Miss Helen Barrison as stenographer.
"An engaged woman is practically married already, because marriages are made in heaven." "Good Lord!" he gasped, "are you mad, Gilland? I sent for a stenographer " "Miss Barrison is a stenographer," I said, calmly; and before he could recover I had presented him, and left them face to face, washing my hands of the whole affair.
He looked at me gravely over the tops of his spectacles a striking and inspiring figure in his yellow flannel dressing-gown and slippers. "I shall tell you some day perhaps," he said, mildly. "Good-night, Miss Barrison; good-night, Mr. Gilland. You will find extra blankets on your bunk " "What!" I cried. "Bunks," he said, and shut the door.
I think Miss Barrison agreed with me, too. She appeared to be more or less dazed, which was, of course, quite natural; and during our return voyage across Okeechobee and through the lagoons and forests beyond she was very silent.
Miss Barrison had seated herself on the leaves; I stood back as the professor sat down beside her; then, at a gesture from him, took the place he indicated on his left. "Before we begin," he said, calmly, "there are several things you ought to know and which I have not yet told you. The first concerns the feminine wearing apparel which Mr. Gilland brought me."
"Miss Barrison," I said, plunging into the subject headfirst, "I'm extremely sorry, but I have news that forces me to believe the journey too dangerous for you to attempt, so I think that it would be much better " The consternation in her pretty face checked me. "I'm awfully sorry," I muttered, appalled by her silence. "But but you engaged me!" "I know it I should not have done it. I only "
Then the mayor of the town turned up in gold clothes and Barrison Sister skirts and said the General had telegraphed about me and that I was his The innkeeper wept and said he had seen me first and the chorus of soldiers, sailors and brigands all joined in. I kept out of it but I knew the Mayor would win and he did.
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