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Updated: May 8, 2025
I saw the quick pulsations in her throat, which seemed to be beating in my veins, instead. "Oh, Jack," she whispered, laughing tremulously, with a subdued madness that was made for such a night as this, "let me go back to Echochee!" But I could only answer as I had before: "I love you I love you!" "Darling, darling Jack," she begged, taking my cheeks in her palms, "you mustn't you really mustn't!
I had pegged through it in the hope that she might at least dine with us for this was to be our last dinner on the Whim, Gates saying we would land about the following noon. But, happening upon Echochee and asking her this, she almost snapped my head off in saying that her mistress had no such intention.
The Princess remained in her stateroom; Tommy's grouch for Monsieur had grown out of all proportion, so the professor's gay mood lost much of its bloom; Echochee, whenever she left her mistress, scowled at us as though we were pirates; Gates, knowing that my plans had become miserably pied, grumbled over trifles; Bilkins sniffled, and the mate walked about with curses fairly bristling from him like pin-feathers.
"Then you hadn't always been at outs with him or forbidden him to cross to your little island?" I asked. "Mercy, no that is, not my father. The other men, of course, were on a footing of servants to me, at any rate. It was only after we got home two days ago, after Echochee and I were alone again, that I kept them away by by threatening " "Don't say what it hurts me," I interrupted her quickly.
We told her that the chief had been found dying, that now he was dead and the place deserted; but after she and Echochee had been rowed across to their own home and the two sailors posted to guard against a possible return of the outlaws, Monsieur and Gates accompanied us to the place of awful murder where we explained what we had found.
Smilax, also, would have discovered them the night before. Sylvia and Echochee, therefore, had just come under suspicion of intending to escape and we were in the nick of time, although I felt staggered by the job ahead of us.
"I really suppose Echochee knows a great deal about them, too," she said, after a pause, "for when she was sixteen she had to leave the Reservation with her husband and hide him in the Everglades. She learned a great deal, then." "Why did she have to do that?" "He'd fought and killed another Indian, and the officers were expected. But in the fight he received a cut that made him blind.
Yet this might have been what Echochee would have called "good-medicine-talk," and while standing ready I warned her not to be too sure, as both men might have dropped only for safety. It will not seem strange that we both felt some disappointment over the probability of this, if one stops to consider what lurked in the other side of the scales for us.
Whirling about, I saw emerging from a near-by point in the ditch several figures, shouting and waving their hats. "Tommy," I yelled, "Gates, Echochee, Smilax!" I did not name them all, but turned quickly as Doloria flew into my arms. "We're saved, sweetheart! The dice have rolled for us!" She was crying a little, clinging to my neck, talking fast, but saying only one thing.
After this we went about putting the camp in order; building a shelter tent by the spring for Sylvia and an adjacent lean-to for Echochee. Joyfully I robbed myself of bedding, arranged comfortable shake-downs with moss and leaves of the cabbage palm, and did everything conceivable to make the place attractive.
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