An hour later Langham rose with a protesting sigh and shook the hood violently.
``I say!'' he called.``Are you asleep up there.We'll never get home at this rate.Doesn't Hope want to come back here and go to sleep?
The carriage stopped, and the boys tumbled out and walked around in front of it.Hope sat smiling on the box-seat.She was apparently far from sleepy, and she was quite contented where she was, she told him.
``Do you know we haven't had anything to eat since yesterday at breakfast?'' asked Langham.``MacWilliams and I are fainting.
We move that we stop at the next shack we come to, and waken the people up and make them give us some supper.''
Hope looked aside at Clay and laughed softly.``Supper?'' she said.``They want supper!''
Their suffering did not seem to impress Clay deeply.He sat snapping his whip at the palm-trees above him, and smiled happily in an inconsequent and irritating manner at nothing.
``See here! Do you know that we are lost?'' demanded Langham, indignantly, ``and starving? Have you any idea at all where you are?''
``I have not,'' said Clay, cheerfully.``All I know is that a long time ago there was a revolution and a woman with jewels, who escaped in an open boat, and I recollect playing that I was a target and standing up to be shot at in a bright light.After that I woke up to the really important things of life--among which supper is not one.''
Langham and MacWilliams looked at each other doubtfully, and Langham shook his head.
``Get down off that box,'' he commanded.``If you and Hope think this is merely a pleasant moonlight drive, we don't.You two can sit in the carriage now, and we'll take a turn at driving, and we'll guarantee to get you to some place soon.''
Clay and Hope descended meekly and seated themselves under the hood, where they could look out upon the moonlit road as it unrolled behind them.But they were no longer to enjoy their former leisurely progress.The new whip lashed his horses into a gallop, and the trees flew past them on either hand.
``Do you remember that chap in the `Last Ride Together'?'' said Clay.
``I and my mistress, side by side, Shall be together--forever ride, And so one more day am I deified.
Who knows--the world may end to-night.''
Hope laughed triumphantly, and threw out her arms as though she would embrace the whole beautiful world that stretched around them.
``Oh, no,'' she laughed.``To-night the world has just begun.''
The carriage stopped, and there was a confusion of voices on the box-seat, and then a great barking of dogs, and they beheld MacWilliams beating and kicking at the door of a hut.The door opened for an inch, and there was a long debate in Spanish, and finally the door was closed again, and a light appeared through the windows.A few minutes later a man and woman came out of the hut, shivering and yawning, and made a fire in the sun-baked oven at the side of the house.Hope and Clay remained seated in the carriage, and watched the flames springing up from the oily fagots, and the boys moving about with flaring torches of pine, pulling down bundles of fodder for the horses from the roof of the kitchen, while two sleepy girls disappeared toward a mountain stream, one carrying a jar on her shoulder, and the other lighting the way with a torch.Hope sat with her chin on her hand, watching the black figures passing between them and the fire, and standing above it with its light on their faces, shading their eyes from the heat with one hand, and stirring something in a smoking caldron with the other.Hope felt an overflowing sense of gratitude to these simple strangers for the trouble they were taking.She felt how good every one was, and how wonderfully kind and generous was the world that she lived in.
Her brother came over to the carriage and bowed with mock courtesy.
``I trust, now that we have done all the work,'' he said, ``that your excellencies will condescend to share our frugal fare, or must we bring it to you here?''
The clay oven stood in the middle of a hut of laced twigs, through which the smoke drifted freely.There was a row of wooden benches around it, and they all seated themselves and ate ravenously of rice and fried plantains, while the woman patted and tossed tortillas between her hands, eyeing her guests curiously.Her glance fell upon Langham's shoulder, and rested there for so long that Hope followed the direction of her eyes.
She leaped to her feet with a cry of fear and reproach, and ran toward her brother.
``Ted!'' she cried, ``you are hurt! you are wounded, and you never told me! What is it? Is it very bad?'' Clay crossed the floor in a stride, his face full of concern.
``Leave me alone!'' cried the stern brother, backing away and warding them off with the coffeepot.``It's only scratched.
You'll spill the coffee.''
But at the sight of the blood Hope had turned very white, and throwing her arms around her brother's neck, hid her eyes on his other shoulder and began to cry.
``I am so selfish,'' she sobbed.``I have been so happy and you were suffering all the time.''
Her brother stared at the others in dismay.``What nonsense,''
he said, patting her on the shoulder.``You're a bit tired, and you need rest.That's what you need.The idea of my sister going off in hysterics after behaving like such a sport--and before these young ladies, too.Aren't you ashamed?''
``I should think they'd be ashamed,'' said MacWilliams, severely, as he continued placidly with his supper.``They haven't got enough clothes on.''
Langham looked over Hope's shoulder at Clay and nodded significantly.``She's been on a good deal of a strain,'' he explained apologetically, ``and no wonder; it's been rather an unusual night for her.''
Hope raised her head and smiled at him through her tears.Then she turned and moved toward Clay.She brushed her eyes with the back of her hand and laughed.``It has been an unusual night,''
she said.``Shall I tell him?'' she asked.
