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Updated: June 5, 2025
When the yacht steamed out of the wide mouth of the Amazon and headed southward, the assumed relationship between Major Starland and his "sister" was dropped. There was no call to keep it up, since every one on board knew the truth. The Warrenia was well up the western coast of South America and steaming rapidly toward the city of the Golden Gate.
Had not Miss Starland identified his voice unmistakably, she could not have believed what her ears had told her. That one revelation, however, did its work. She was resolved to leave Atlamalco on the first opportunity and never to set foot within the Republic again. She had come to look upon this man with a mortal horror, for, under the mask of chivalry, he carried the blackest of hearts.
"I beg your Excellency that I may have the privilege of a few words with my sister, Miss Starland, who came ashore from my yacht last week to visit her friend Señorita Estacardo, and whom it has not been my pleasure to see since then."
So distinct was everything, that Major Starland saw the Captain reach upward, grasp a cord and pull down. The hoarse throb of the steam whistle awoke the echoes along shore and as it rolled through the forests and jungles caused hundreds of denizens of the solitude to wonder what sort of new beast was coming among them.
"It was easier for him to see the danger which was not there, or for him to make the Señoritas believe he saw it." "General Yozarro is devilish sly; let us go." Since every one in tropical America called Warrenia Rowland by the surname of Major Jack Starland and the two were accepted as brother and sister we will do the same for the present, and thus avoid possible confusion.
He had already decided to hand over to President Bambos the amount of the damages for the injury to the property of one of his citizens, quite content to place it to his personal account of profit and loss. Uneasy over the prolonged absence of Miss Starland, he would quickly arrange matters with her during the impending interview.
Miss Starland stood beside her brother, her instrument leveled, while he used only his unaided eyes. After a time he remarked: "That boat seems to be moving slowly." "It isn't moving at all." She handed the binocular to him, and a moment after pointing it, he exclaimed: "You are right; it looks as if they did not care for a closer acquaintance." Mate Horton joined them.
"General Yozarro and his officers have returned!" called Martella; "the firemen are cramming the furnace with wood; they mean to pursue us!" Jack Starland and his sister looked behind them. The Atlamalcan had spoken the truth. The time seemed much too short for the party to have made the journey to the Castle and back.
Miss Starland was still gazing, hoping and dreading the appearance of the craft, when her friend pressed her arm and asked in a hurried undertone: "Do you see him?" She indicated a point in the trail no more than a furlong distant, where it emerged around a mass of rocks, between the Castle and the waterfall.
What was said was too sacred in its nature, for us to quote in full: the conclusion is enough. "Warrenia, you have played the sister for some weeks to perfection. You must have become accustomed to hearing yourself called 'Miss Starland; it certainly has a familiar sound by this time."
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