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Dantes had not been deceived he had reached the first of the two islands, which was, in fact, Tiboulen. He knew that it was barren and without shelter; but when the sea became more calm, he resolved to plunge into its waves again, and swim to Lemaire, equally arid, but larger, and consequently better adapted for concealment.
"I can't help myself." "If M. Lemaire comes, will you be sensible? Will you tell him all that he wants to know about your boat and your work?" "Not if I'm in my right mind!" "If you continue stubborn, Captain Benson, you will die here, of thirst and hunger." "Perhaps," admitted Jack, more soberly. "But it will be a full-size man's death, won't it?"
"Don't you agree, then?" asked M. Lemaire. "No," said Jack, shortly, turning on his heel. "Where are you going, Captain?" "Back to Spruce Beach." "On foot?" "Yes, for I know your kind too well to suppose that you'll offer me a ride back." "Wait!" cried M. Lemaire, persuasively, and Benson, halted, looking at him.
"In the meantime I shall be about the hotel. If I see Benson, I'll tell him where you all are." Being well provided with cigars, Reporter Hennessy did not quit the veranda after he had once taken his seat there. So it happened that he noted the arrival of M. Lemaire, alone in a runabout, just about an hour after the time when Mlle. Nadiboff had returned.
"Why, M. Lemaire, I always like to deal with people who are direct and right to the point. You plainly have some kind of a scheme that you are trying to put through with me. Won't you oblige me by coming straight to the very point?" "I shall be as direct as you can wish, Captain Benson," replied the Frenchman, regaining his smile. "Let us stroll. Walking often helps the flow of language."
A strange soft singing, like the wind in firs, or like shallow water flowing over pebbles, interrupted them. The sweetness of it turned the night alive. 'Come on, old Mother. Our Leader is calling to us. We must work. They slid from the blue wind into a current of paler air that happened to slip swiftly past them, and went towards the forest where Mlle. Lemaire waited for them.
After supper and much gayety, the evening came to a close by an animated farandole danced by all present. It takes an artist like Madeleine Lemaire to design and execute such a fete, and beside it how commonplace appear the costly functions given by society in Newport and New York."
There, also, journeyed M. Lemaire, for a long term, on account of his all but successful shot at Jack Benson. With the exception of those sent to prison none of the spies have as yet been heard from. For a considerable time the "Benson" remained at, or near, Spruce Beach. Hennessy's articles attracted great attention to the craft.
The second dance, also, Jack Benson enjoyed with Mlle. Nadiboff. The young woman herself arranged that gracefully. At the end of the second dance Jack led his partner to a seat. Then she sent him for a glass of water. Her cobwebby lace handkerchief fell to the floor. M. Lemaire, passing at that instant, espied it, picked it up, and returned it to her with the bow of a polished man of the world.
Pierre pointed out the letter, and although it was directed to her father, Miss Twexby, who managed everything, opened it and found it was from McIntosh, saying that the bearer, Pierre Lemaire, was to have a bed for the night, meals, drinks, and whatever else he required, and that he McIntosh would be responsible for the money. He furthermore added that the bearer was dumb.
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