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The lad who passed through more than one trying adventure had become a man well along in middle life. After settling in California, he made it his home. He married a lady of Spanish descent, to whom a single child was born, Warrenia, now a miss almost out of her teens. Although Mr.
No one needed to be told what it meant: the Warrenia had run upon a mud bank and was fast. "Captain Ortega's performance over again!" said Major Starland, "with the exception that he did it on purpose and I don't think you did." "I am somewhat of the same opinion myself," growled the Captain, "but here we must stay for several hours at the least."
Her friend saw enough to understand what had taken place and called out: "I hope you are not frightened, Warrenia; the little fellow meant no harm." "But I do not wish his company; you are welcome to it."
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."
The friendship of these two began with their first meeting, and continued unrippled to the sad day of gladness when they were graduated. Manuela spent most of her vacations in the home of Warrenia in California, and the promise had been solemnly given by the latter that she would visit her friend after her return to her distant home under the equator.
Her usefulness when in the naval service, required her presence in the Atlantic, but she was now free to go whither her owner willed. Thus the perilous voyage had been postponed for a few years. Manuela Estacardo had returned to her home in tropical America, and she and her dearest friend, Warrenia Rowland, were never laggard in their correspondence.
"Where can Jack be?" she asked after the mid-day repast, and when the two had talked over every phase of the situation for the twentieth time. "Surely he must soon learn of this and he will be quick to call General Yozarro to account." "I place little hope on that; do not forget, my dear Warrenia, that the Major is only one man against hundreds." "But what of the yacht?"
"And his good fortune will be no greater than mine; but, Warrenia, to leave the most winsome of subjects for the most hateful, you will be safer at Zalapata with Major Jack, but neither of you will be secure until you are on the yacht and beyond reach of General Bambos, as well as of General Yozarro. I could almost advise you to wait here, and yet something whispers it will not do."
The Warrenia dropped a little way to the rear, and held thus while the two ascended the stream. Excusing himself for a few minutes, the Major left the General in the cabin and went forward for a few words with Captain Ortega, who, cigarette in mouth, smilingly saluted and welcomed him. "You understand, Captain, the arrangement that has been made?"
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.
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