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"What does it mean?" whispered Condy across the table. "In Heaven's name, what does it mean?" "It can only mean one thing," Blix declared; "one of them is the captain, and one is a coincidence. Anybody might wear a marguerite; we ought to have thought of that." "But which is which?" "If K. D. B. should come now!" "But the last man looks more like the captain."
And Our Mug, he buys the sextant there in Mazatlan the sextant, that got out of order and spoiled everything. Or, no; don't have it a sextant; have it a quadrant an old-fashioned, ebony quadrant. Have Billy Isham buy it because it was cheap." "How did it get out of order, Captain Jack?" inquired Blix. "That would be a good technical detail, wouldn't it, Condy?" "Well, it's like this.
The Sunday following it was bacteriology; on the next Wednesday it was crystals; while for two hours during their next visit to the station, Condy and Blix were obliged to listen to K. D. B.'s interminable discourse on the origin, history, and development of the kingdom of Denmark. Condy was dumfounded. "I never met such a person, man or woman, in all my life. Talk about education!
But though he and Blix spent as merry an evening as they remembered in a long time, his nameless, formless irritation returned upon him almost as soon as he had bidden her good-night. It stayed with him all through the week, and told upon his work. As a result, three of his articles were thrown out by the editor. "We can't run such rot as that in the paper," the chief had said.
"Now we've done it! now we've done it!" he cried aghast. "I wish we hadn't. We're in a fine fix now." Still uneasy, he saw Blix back to the flat, and bade her good-by at the door. "Papum," said Blix, sitting down on the rug before him, "did you ever when you were a pioneer, when you first came out here in the fifties did you ever play poker?"
Blix and Condy had been walking slowly in the direction of Pacific Street, and K. D. B. and her escort soon overtook them going in the same direction. As they passed, the captain was saying: " jumped on my hatches, and says we'll make it an international affair. That didn't " A passing wagon drowned the sound of his voice. "He was telling her of his adventures!" cried Blix. "Splendid!
Haven't I done enough? Didn't I buy the book and get the lunch, and make the sandwiches, and pay the car-fare? I think this expedition will cost me pretty near three dollars before we're through with the day. No; the least you can do is to read to me. Here, we'll match for it." Condy drew a dime from his pocket, and Blix a quarter from her purse. "You're matching me," she said.
Just think, you will be here on the shores of the Pacific, and I on the shores of the Atlantic, but the whole continent can't come between US." "And we'll be together again, Blix," he said; "and it won't be very long now. Just give me time a few years now." "But so long as we love each other, TIME won't matter either."
They had just enough for car-fare and two "suppers Mexican," with ten cents left over. "That's for Richard's tip," said Blix. "That's for my CIGAR," he retorted. "You made ME give him fifty cents. You said it was the least I could offer him noblesse oblige." "Well, then, I COULDN'T offer him a dime, don't you see? I'll tell him we are broke this time."
There would be nothing to look forward to then; he would not see Blix in the afternoon; would not sit with her in the evening in the little dining-room of the flat overlooking the city and the bay; would not wake in the morning with the consciousness that before the sun would set he would see her again, be with her, and hear the sound of her voice.
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