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In 1576, the Arima baron, seeing the prosperity and power which had followed the conversion of his brother Sumitada, accepted baptism and became the "Prince Andrew" of missionary records.
This done, Escombe summoned Arima to his presence and, handing him all the coin that he happened to have in his possession, delivered to him the letters which he had written, together with the gold bar by this time securely packed and ready for posting and directed him to proceed with all possible speed to Islay using the railway as far as possible in order to save time and there post the letters and the box containing the bar.
"Welcome back to my poor home, Senor!" she exclaimed. "I knew that you were coming, and am glad to see you; but that dolt Arima enraged me, for he brought you by the secret way, although he knew that it is forbidden to reveal that way, or even the fact of its existence, to strangers.
In a perfect ecstasy of pride and delight that it should have fallen to his lot to become the humble instrument whereby had been made known to his people the glorious fact of the great Inca's reincarnation in the person of Escombe as he never for a moment doubted was the case Arima hurried out to where the remainder of the party lay patiently in ambush, briefly announced to them that all was well, and bade them follow him in perfect silence to the tent in which Harry still lay plunged in a deathlike yet quite harmless sleep.
At length, convinced that he could do no more until he had got his patient settled in camp, he called upon Arima to help him, and between the two they soon had the unfortunate man comfortably stretched upon a blanket under the lee of an enormous granite rock, which would at least partially shield him from the keen wind of the fast approaching night.
"Mees have um," repeated Arima. "We hunt. We see." "I tell you she has not," said Orme. "No believe you." Arima chuckled. "Come, mees." As Orme twisted himself around, he was enraged to see the Japanese in the car seize the girl by the arm and drag her to the ground. Once on her feet, she did not resist, but permitted herself to be led toward the little group. Arima advanced a step to meet her.
I don't need you." Arima bowed submissively. As for the stranger, his rage gave way to despair. "What shall I say to the Emperor?" he muttered. "What shall I say to the Emperor?" Then his feelings came again under control; he looked calmly at Alcatrante. "Well," he said, "what would you suggest?" Alcatrante's face was a puzzle.
The Japanese, muttering in his own tongue, ran his hands over Orme's body and even looked into his hat. Nothing was found. "You might as well believe me first as last," exclaimed Orme. "The papers you want are not here." Arima was clearly puzzled. "You had them," he began. "Possibly. But I haven't them now.
He glanced at Arima. "Japanese!" he exclaimed. "There was one slugged on the campus last night. I guess you'll all have to come along with me." "Nonsense!" protested Orme. "Just because somebody hit a Japanese over the head last night " "Ah, you know about that, do you? No" as Orme made a movement "stand where you are." He drew his revolver.
From San Josef, I was taken on in the carriage of a Spanish gentleman through Arima, a large village where an Indian colony makes those baskets and other wares from the Arouma-leaf for which Trinidad is noted; and on to his estate at Guanapo, a pleasant lowland place, with wide plantations of Cacao, only fourteen years old, but in full and most profitable bearing; rich meadows with huge clumps of bamboo; and a roomy timber-house, beautifully thatched with palm, which serves as a retreat, in the dry season, for him and his ladies, when baked out of dusty San Josef.
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