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As the fight went on and it became obvious that Garman, despite his efforts, was as fresh as ever, Roger abandoned this hope; and now he became more calm, more icy-eyed than ever. It was a fight to death and his only purpose now to die hard and fighting to the last breath.
Garman wheeled his horse and loped away without another word. Payne was not greatly concerned one way or another with Garman's apparent change of heart toward his enterprise. He had no intention of asking or receiving favors. All he asked was that Garman keep his hands off. The rest of the week saw the line fence completed and a good slice of the elderberry jungle cleared away and burned.
Garman rubbed his hands together as a growl of triumph rumbled up from his thick red throat. "Have Prince saddled, Ramos. Then ride back and watch so they don't hurt him. I'll follow I'm called away on business, Annette. You entertain Mr. Payne." With a leap he was off the verandah and running for the stables. Payne met him as he mounted, and caught the horse by the head.
"Well, you don't have to tell me, of course; but but what in the name of smoked fish makes you look as if you'd been through the Devil's Playground again?" Higgins breathed hard after Roger had completed the tale of Garman's man hunt. "That's a damn lie about Ramos!" he said. "If he's dead Garman's gang killed him -Garman himself probably afterwards." "How do you know?"
"Do you know why Garman wants to bust you? Principally because your settling here and draining and developing that piece of drowned land would be the opening wedge in the settlement of the district. You've shown what can be done with this land. People would come flocking in, farmers, real settlers, not the fugitives nor the crooked real-estate men who so far have had a monopoly down here.
"We will only just show ourselves to your aunt," said he, quietly but decidedly, as he opened the door. They found Mrs. Garman in her room, sitting comfortably in her armchair. Before her she had a tray, on which stood a bottle of water and a small straw-covered flask of curaçoa.
Downstairs the table was already laid for supper; only the old gentlemen's bedrooms and the offices were respected; and in the window of the still-room he noticed jellies and blancmanges, which had been put there to cool. "Oh dear me! what a bustle it all is!" said Mrs. Garman, faintly. She had had her armchair moved into a room at the side of the kitchen, where the dishing-up was done.
He had already built several vessels for Garman and Worse, but he was determined that the one he was now superintending at Sandsgaard should be his masterpiece. This vessel was of about nine hundred tons burden, and was the largest craft that had been built at that port up to the present time, and Consul Garman had given orders that nothing should be spared to make it a model of perfection.
George Delphin had been about six months in the town, as secretary to the magistrate, and since Fanny Garman was the magistrate's daughter, Delphin soon got an entrée into the Garmans' house, and was a frequent guest at Sandsgaard.
Then he saw how they had scattered, searching the country round, and had returned to the spot where Garman lay. From there they had gone toward the path leading to Garman's house. There were tracks of half a dozen men. Garman's was among them. He had, apparently, been helped to his feet and led away.
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