Clay and Langham left MacWilliams and Stuart to look after their prisoner, and returned to the Palms, where they dined in state, and made no reference, while the women were present, to the events of the day.
The moon rose late that night, and as Hope watched it, from where she sat at the dinner-table facing the open windows, she saw the figure of a man standing outlined in silhouette upon the edge of the cliff.He was dressed in the uniform of a sailor, and the moonlight played along the barrel of a rifle upon which he leaned, motionless and menacing, like a sentry on a rampart.
Hope opened her lips to speak, and then closed them again, and smiled with pleasurable excitement.A moment later King, who sat on her right, called one of the servants to his side and whispered some instructions, pointing meanwhile at the wine upon the table.And a minute after, Hope saw the white figure of the servant cross the garden and approach the sentinel.She saw the sentry fling his gun sharply to his hip, and then, after a moment's parley, toss it up to his shoulder and disappear from sight among the plants of the garden.
The men did not leave the table with the ladies, as was their custom, but remained in the dining-room, and drew their chairs closer together.
Mr.Langham would not believe that the downfall of the Government was as imminent as the others believed it to be.It was only after much argument, and with great reluctance, that he had even allowed King to arm half of his crew, and to place them on guard around the Palms.Clay warned him that in the disorder that followed every successful revolution, the homes of unpopular members of the Cabinet were often burned, and that he feared, should Mendoza succeed, and Alvarez fall, that the mob might possibly vent its victorious wrath on the Palms because it was the home of the alien, who had, as they thought, robbed the country of the iron mines.Mr.Langham said he did not think the people would tramp five miles into the country seeking vengeance.
There was an American man-of-war lying in the harbor of Truxillo, a seaport of the republic that bounded Olancho on the south, and Clay was in favor of sending to her captain by Weimer, the Consul, and asking him to anchor off Valencia, to protect American interests.The run would take but a few hours, and the sight of the vessel's white hull in the harbor would, he thought, have a salutary effect upon the revolutionists.But Mr.
Langham said, firmly, that he would not ask for help until he needed it.
``Well, I'm sorry,'' said Clay.``I should very much like to have that man-of-war here.However, if you say no, we will try to get along without her.But, for the present, I think you had better imagine yourself back in New York, and let us have an entirely free hand.We've gone too far to drop out,'' he went on, laughing at the sight of Mr.Langham's gloomy countenance.
``We've got to fight them now.It's against human nature not to do it.''
Mr.Langham looked appealingly at his son and at King.
They both smiled back at him in unanimous disapproval of his policy of non-interference.
``Oh, very well,'' he said, at last.``You gentlemen can go ahead, kill, burn, and destroy if you wish.But, considering the fact that it is my property you are all fighting about, I really think I might have something to say in the matter.'' Mr.Langham gazed about him helplessly, and shook his head.
``My doctor sends me down here from a quiet, happy home,'' he protested, with humorous pathos, ``that I may rest and get away from excitement, and here I am with armed men patrolling my garden-paths, with a lot of filibusters plotting at my own dinner-table, and a civil war likely to break out, entirely on my account.And Dr.Winter told me this was the only place that would cure my nervous prostration!''
Hope joined Clay as soon as the men left the dining-room, and beckoned him to the farther end of the veranda.``Well, what is it?'' she said.
``What is what?'' laughed Clay.He seated himself on the rail of the veranda, with his face to the avenue and the driveway leading to the house.They could hear the others from the back of the house, and the voice of young Langham, who was giving an imitation of MacWilliams, and singing with peculiar emphasis, ``There is no place like Home, Sweet Home.''
``Why are the men guarding the Palms, and why did you go to the Plaza Bolivar this morning at daybreak? Alice says you left them there.I want to know what it means.I am nearly as old as Ted, and he knows.The men wouldn't tell me.''
``What men?''
``King's men from the `Vesta'.I saw some of them dodging around in the bushes, and I went to find out what they were doing, and Iwalked into fifteen of them at your office.They have hammocks swung all over the veranda, and a quick-firing gun made fast to the steps, and muskets stacked all about, just like real soldiers, but they wouldn't tell me why.''
``We'll put you in the carcel,'' said Clay, ``if you go spying on our forces.Your father doesn't wish you to know anything about it, but, since you have found it out for yourself, you might as well know what little there is to know.It's the same story.
Mendoza is getting ready to start his revolution, or, rather, he has started it.''
``Why don't you stop him?'' asked Hope.
``You are very flattering,'' said Clay.``Even if I could stop him, it's not my business to do it as yet.I have to wait until he interferes with me, or my mines, or my workmen.Alvarez is the man who should stop him, but he is afraid.We cannot do anything until he makes the first move.If I were the President, I'd have Mendoza shot to-morrow morning and declare martial law.
