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Updated: June 10, 2025
"The tale was true," he said with conviction. "You and I have found the way to the treasure." In the floor was an opening a couple of feet square. Very rude, uneven steps led down, vanishing in a forbidding black dark. Kendric lay flat and looked down. Little by little he could penetrate a bit further, but in the end there lay a region of impenetrable darkness into which the steps merged.
In the stern crouched Nigger Ben, come ashore in order to row the boat back to the New Moon, his eyes bulging with wonderment that men should come all the way from San Diego to disembark upon so solitary a spot. The dingey shoved its nose into the sand, Kendric and Barlow carrying their small packs and rifles sprang out, Nigger Ben shook his head and pushed off again.
At the end Kendric put his arm about the shoulders of his shorter companion, and in lock step they went out. The party was over. "What's on your mind, Seafarer?" asked Kendric when they were outside. "Loot, mostly," said Barlow. "But first, while I think of it, Ruiz Rios's wife wants a word with you." "What about?" Kendric opened his eyes. And, before Barlow answered, "You saw her then?"
He finished off his brandy and set his glass down hard. Kendric took a cigaret and wandered across the room, looking out into the gardens. The string of men who had appeared at Zoraida's whistle, were filing off around the house again, going toward the nearby outbuildings. "I'm not going to pump questions at you, Barlow," he said without turning. "What you do is up to you.
He returned to his rooms and sat down to wait again for Barlow. When at last Barlow came Kendric knew on the instant what success Zoraida had had with him. Twisty's eyes were shining; his head was up; he walked briskly like a man with his plans made and his heart in them. "You poor boob," muttered Kendric disgustedly. "Once you let a woman get her knife in your heart you're done for."
I began to feel numb. I seemed to have lost the power of motion. I could hear some one rapping at our door, but I could not move. "Kendric! Kendric! Kendric!" Was it my stepmother who was calling me? What a piteous, pleading tone! "Let me speak to you, Kendric! For God's sake, let me tell you!" I was reeling: my strength had all left me. Crash! went the lamp at my feet.
Barlow was in bed and looked to be asleep; the Philippine was muttering over the wheel and when Kendric demanded to know if he had seen anything said, "Aw," negatively; Nigger Ben had given over singing and was feeding the canary and freshening its water supply.
After that midnight parting the first thing I can recall was the touch of a gentle hand upon my face. When my eyes opened I saw Hester bending over me. "You are at home now, Kendric," said she. Such a feeling of weakness came over me that I could not speak.
"Bueno," said one of the two men. "Viva la Señorita!" Already Kendric was undoing the two tie ropes. He regretted the necessity of stepping two paces from Zoraida's side, but realized that inevitably that necessity must come soon or late and he lost no time grieving over it.
Even then Kendric had the suspicion that the intention was to separate him from his friend, but he saw nothing to be done. He hardly looked for any sort of violence, and were such intended there was scant need to waste time over such trifles as separating two men who would have to stand against two score. "If you will pardon me a moment, señor?" said Escobar briefly.
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