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I rush into a thicket after a red lily, and come out a mass of thorns and Spanish needles. When the train starts Mrs. Steele is tired, and goes inside to rest, but the Baron and I still stay on the platform. He sits on the top step and laboriously picks the needles off my dress. "You zee dthat smoke, Blanca? Dthat ees a volcano." "Oh, how delightful! but there's no fire!" "No, not at present!"
Deliberately he wraps the pearl in one of the tissue leaves, and, looking steadily at me, pushes the new treasure far into a corner of the crested case. There is more significance than mirth in the laugh with which he says: "I vill show all unbeliefers dthat I know how to value and to keep a pearl vhen I find von." Mrs.
"That mansion would hardly hold our party; it doesn't look as if it boasted more than two rooms." "Dthat vould be enough. Madame Steele vish much to see Guatemala; she go on and ve miss dthat train." "Brilliant scheme!" I admit, "but " A shrill blast cuts through the air. "Heavens and earth! that's the whistle!"
He sends a servant upstairs after our various purchases and wraps, etc., and we find them all stowed in the carriage waiting at the entrance, when we come down a few minutes later. The Baron stands by the landau, waiting to help us in. On our drive to the station he points out this and that bit of interest, quite in his usual way. "You zee dthat, Madame?"
The Peruvian's brows contract he looks ferocious in the extreme and I am a little sorry I mentioned the Captain. "Dthat Capitan ees von fool! He know not how to treat a zhentleman. I tell him I make a procès to dthe company and get him reprimand for how he spik to me." "Why, what did he say?" asks Mrs. Steele.
Steele, the Baron and I are pushed off from the San Miguel and headed towards the town. It is dark when we reach the wharf, and Baron de Bach gives us each an arm, saying: "It ees not safe dthat you leaf me; stay close beside." "Yes," observes Mrs. Steele encouragingly, "I've heard that these wretches think nothing of murdering a stranger for a ring or a few reales."
The Baron looks puzzled. "I know not dthat kind of hat. Ees it like vhat you tell me about vhen I first see you dthat 'Robeen Hood'?" I stand still in the quiet street and wake a far-off echo with my laughter. The Peruvian gets red in the face and begins to look offended.
Bewildered and frightened, I give one scream "on account" and turn my head with an endeavour to grasp the horrible situation. The Peruvian is holding to the rail with one hand and has me grasped under one arm as an inconsiderate child holds a kitten. "Let me go!" "I ask you before dthat you lean not out but if you vill, I must zee dthat you fall not."
You must have had a good time in that yacht of yours, going where you liked, and getting up steam the moment you had seen enough." "Yes," says the new acquaintance meditatively, coming forward to the side of the vessel where I can see his face, "Mais je suis très fatigué. I am glad dthat I now go home." "You are young to be tired." I look sideways at the boyish face.
I vill keep you in Guatemala vhile I send for her, and dthen ve go to Peru, to Ceylon anyvhere you like but America. I write Madame Steele you air my vife, and she vill soon zee ve air not to be find; she vill go back to New York. It ees no use dthat you cry out, no von hear, or if von do, you spik no Spanish, and I haf my pistol if any interfere. I tell you so much dthat you make no meestake.
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