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Columbus, however, with a self-restraint which cannot be too highly praised, realised that Escobar meant what he said, and that by protesting against his action or trying to interfere with it he would only be putting himself in the wrong.
"Mario Escobar!" Millie Splay exclaimed. "It was he." She turned pale. Sir Charles Hardiman had spoken frankly to her of Escobar. A creature of the shadows it was rumored that he lived on the blackmailing of women. Joan was not out of the wood then! Martin Hillyard was quick to appease her fears.
Joan nodded her head, and Escobar, with a smile of relief, took the gesture as a consent to his proposal. "Good!" he said, rising from the couch. "Then all is forgiven! You will make some notes " "I will do nothing of the kind," said Joan quietly, but she was white to the edge of her lips, and she trembled from head to foot. But there was no room any more for fear in her.
The caravel had to be small, so that there could be no chance of bringing off the 130 men who had been left to perish there; and various astute instructions were given to Escobar in order to prevent his arrival being of any comfort or assistance to the shipwrecked ones.
Ojeda now thought himself secure of his enemy; he immediately dispatched a boat within a short distance of the shore, where the crew lay on their oars, requiring Roldan to come to them. "How many may accompany me?" demanded the latter. "Only five or six," was the reply. Upon this Diego de Escobar and four others waded to the boat. The crew refused to admit more.
Mario Escobar had been taken away that morning. The news had reached Rackham, as it had reached every other house in the country-side. Joan knew of it, and she felt soiled and humiliated beyond endurance as she thought upon her association with the spy.
Her breast rose and fell in a profound sigh. All of the triumph and mockery went out of her. "Why are you so unlike other men?" she asked. And her voice, too, had softened and grown tender. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "Escobar hated me but he would have followed me through fire had I beckoned.
"I can guess much that my fair cousin has said to you. I know her desires and I know my own!" His eyes flashed. "More, you appear interested in the charming Miss Betty Gordon. If you would like to go yourself, if you would like to take her with you, I think I can arrange matters. At a price, of course." "Naturally. And the price?" "Escobar asked twenty-five thousand dollars.
You and I are not going to mix well, and you may as well know it from the start. As for this 'guest' business, just what do you mean?" Escobar shrugged elaborately and half veiled his insolent eyes with the long lashes. "You mean," went on Kendric stubbornly, "your 'Queen Lady' as you call her, has instructed her rabble to bring us in, willy-nilly?" "Ai!" cried Escobar in mock surprise.
As I say, I am off; what is necessary to you is necessary a death in Havana or a long life at home. Where I am concerned you have bought your right to either. You cannot swing the balance against Spain. And I have this for you to consider. Your friend, Escobar, has reached the end of his journey. It will accomplish nothing to inform him; he is not to walk from the theatre.
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