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Updated: May 8, 2025
The night grew sweet with the purity of untouched wilderness as, shoulder to shoulder, we sat talking in low tones of Smilax and Echochee. She had wondered about them no few times that day, and now I, too, felt some concern. Yet the Everglades lay far eastward and, for any reason giving up Big Cove, I knew he would plunge as deeply into it as his pursuers dared follow.
So my vacillating spirits rebounded to the pinnacle of happiness and, raising my hand, I announced in a loud voice: "Gentlemen, Her Serene Highness, Doloria, Princess of Azuria!" Except for Echochee, they stopped and in frank amazement gazed at her. Flushed by the excitements that had made this day memorable, she was indeed the most adorable sovereign before whom knights had e'er sworn fealty.
She slammed the door, and I do not know when in my life I was ever so charmed by this simple act. "Then you go to hell," he drawled. "But I tell yer this: the boss said if no one come down to git it, for me to leave it in yer parler." While Echochee had slammed the door she was evidently listening; for now she came out again, a picture of fury, crying: "Don't you put foot here!"
"I saw your wonderful courage from our hiding place." "Everyone was quite friendly up to the time we reached Havana," she continued, in a rather forced, even voice. "We were there three days before your yacht came though I didn't know it was yours until today and that afternoon I'd been up in the Prado with Echochee doing a lot of shopping.
At the door of this I put down her bag, then stepped back and for a second at arm's length flashed my electric torch on it, again being careful to keep my face in shadow. "You safe here," I said. "Tachachobee make this camp for you. Me and him camp little way off. To-night me watch to see when him and Echochee come. No one find you; you sleep well. Tachachobee good man; me and him friends.
Yet if she refused to come what then? I could always rush the camp, if but to die with her. Having gone over these possibilities, I whispered to Smilax: "She'll come easier if she doesn't know I'm here. Echochee will remember you, and reassure her. You might tell Echochee that you were hunting this way and saw her beat the chap over the head with the tray. Understand?
Then a voice at my back, making me forget the sizzling stuff, the fire, the breakfast, said with a note of extreme anxiety: "Good morning, Jackachobee! Oughtn't Echochee be here by this time? You don't think any thing's happened to her, do you? I can't whistle like a plover and had to come to breakfast unannounced. I hope it's ready. You've seen nothing of those men?"
The silence was a trifle awkward when he went, and our eyes seemed to be glued to the spot where he disappeared; but now I turned to her. "I suppose Echochee was listening to his conversation with Monsieur, and told you. Tommy's full of ideas, but this is his masterpiece because it unlocked your prison."
Often when Echochee was tiresome, or I was tired, I used to slip away and go there." "I wish you'd take me won't you?" "Oh, I can't," she quickly answered, stooping for a flower in our path, holding it in both hands and leaning her face above it.
I had had some fair ideas about building a lean-to, but Doloria was in possession of a practical knowledge gathered on camping trips that she and Echochee had made for these, I judged, constituted one of her chief recreations since childhood. She knew how to twist ropes of bark for tying the poles, and how to interlay the palm fronds so they would neither leak nor be lifted by the wind.
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