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But Amory had depended on the confusion of the rising to communicate the great news, and to tell about Jarvo, waiting in a motor out there in the palace courtyard, by the wall on the side opposite the windows of the banquet room. In an auspicious moment Amory looked warily about, thrilling with premonition of his friend's enthusiasm. Before he could speak, St.
We put on this Tyrian purple stuff over the whole outfit," he explained to Jarvo, "and I suppose, you know, that you can get both robes back here for us, if we escape in them?" "Assuredly, adôn," said Jarvo, "and you must escape without delay. This wine must mean that the prince, too, wishes you harm. Now let me be before you for a little, so that no one may see us together.
George and Amory had counted upon an adventure calling for all diplomacy, but neither had expected the delight of hazard that this strange, fairy-like place seemed about to present. Each felt his blood stirring and singing in his veins at the joy of the possibilities that lay folded before them. "We shall be obliged to land upon the east coast then, Jarvo?" observed St.
"It is not well," said Jarvo, handing the vase with reluctance, "yet take it but see that it touches no lips. I charge you that, adôn." Amory smiled and slipped the little vase in his coat pocket. "It's all right," he said, "I won't let it get away from me. I can find my legs now; I'll go back down. Look sharp, Rollo. Be down there with the oil-skins.
"But we have stolen a chart," announced Jarvo with great simplicity, "not knowing what thing might befall." St. George wrenched at the handle of the cab door. He had a glimpse of Amory within, just ringing the elevator bell, and he bundled the two little men into the lobby and dashed up to him. "Come on, old Amory," he told him exultingly. "Heaven on earth, put out that pipe and pack.
George was in pursuit. So were Amory and Jarvo, and Rollo of the oil-skins, but these mattered very little, for it was St. George whose eyes burned in his pale face and were striving to catch the faintest motion in that fleeing car ahead. "Faster, Jarvo," he said, "we're not gaining on them. I think they're gaining on us. Put ahead, can't you?" Amory vexed the air with frantic questionings.
At the tower in the ilex grove I shall leave you, and I shall return. Is this good?" "Excellent. But what afterward?" demanded Amory. "Are we all to keep house in the tower?" Jarvo shook his head, like a man who has thought of everything. "Through to-morrow, yes," he said, "but to-morrow night, when the dark falls " He bent forward and spoke softly.
Jarvo dropped his eyes. "I and Akko," he said quietly, "we are two of these six carriers, adôn." Then Amory leaped up, scattering the ashes of his pipe over the tiles.
"Fwhat matther?" He put it cynically, scowling critically at Jarvo and Akko. "All in the way av fair fight, that'll be about Mor-rocco, if I've the full av my wits about me, an' music to my eyes, by the same token." Jarvo fixed him with his impenetrable look. "It is the light of the king's palace on the summit of Mount Khalak," he announced simply. The light of the king's palace. St.
If Jarvo and Akko were to be trusted, there in the velvet distance lay Yaque, and Med, the King's City, and the light upon the very palace of its American sovereign. St. George's pulses leaped and trembled. And St. George, with a sense of joyful companionship in the little light, paced the deck until dawn. By afternoon the island of Yaque was an accomplished fact of distinguishable parts.
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