Themoonlightfellallabouther，asithadonthefirstnightof，theirarrival，amonthbefore，butnowitseemedcoldand，cheerless，andgaveanaddedsenseoflonelinesstothesilent，house。Shedidnotgoinsidetoread，asshehadpromisedtodo，butsatforthenexthourlookingoutacrosstheharbor。She，couldnotblameAlice。SheconsideredthatAlicealwaysmovedby，rulesandprecedents，likeaqueeninagameofchess，andshe，wonderedwhy。Itmadelifesotameanduninteresting，andyet，peopleinvariablyadmiredAlice，andsomeonehadspokenofher，asthenoblestexampleofthemoderngentlewoman。Shewas，sureshecouldnotgrowuptobeanythinglikethat。Shewas，quiteconfidentthatshewasgoingtodisappointherfamily。She，wonderedifpeoplewouldlikeherbetterifshewerediscreet，likeAlice，andlesslikeherbrotherTed。IfMr。Clay，for，instance，wouldlikeherbetter？，Shewonderedifhedisapproved，ofherridingontheenginewithMacWilliams，andofhertearing，throughtheminesonherpony，andspearingwithalanceof，sugar-caneatthemongrelcursthatrantosnapathisflanks。
　　Sherememberedhislookofastonishedamusementthedayhehad，caughtherinthisimpromptupig-sticking，andshefeltherself，growingredattherecollection。Shewassurehethoughthera，tomboy。Probablyheneverthoughtofheratall。
　　Hopeleanedbackinthechairandlookedupatthestarsabove，themountainsandtriedtothinkofanyofherheroesandprinces，infictionwhohadgonethroughsuchinterestingexperiencesas，hadMr。Clay。Someofthemhaddoneso，buttheywerecreatures，inabookandthisherowasalive，andsheknewhim，andhad，probablymadehimdespiseherasasillylittlegirlwhowas，scoldedandsentofftobedlikeadisobedientchild。Hopefelt，achokinginherthroatandsomethinglikeatearcreeptoher，eyes：butshewassurprisedtofindthatthefactdidnot，makeherashamedofherself。Sheownedthatshewaswounded，anddisappointed，andtomakeithardershecouldnothelp，picturingAliceandClaylaughingandtalkingtogetherinsome，cornerawayfromtheball-room，whileshe，whounderstoodhimso，well，andwhocouldnotfindthewordstotellhimhowmuchshe，valuedwhathewasandwhathehaddone，wasforgottenand，sittingherealone，likeCinderella，bytheemptyfireplace。
　　ThepicturewassopatheticasHopedrewit，thatforamoment，shefeltalmostatouchofself-pity，butthenextshelaughed，scornfullyatherownfoolishness，andrisingwithanimpatient，shrug，walkedawayinthedirectionofherroom。
　　Butbeforeshehadcrossedtheverandashewasstoppedbythe，soundofahorse’shoofsgallopingoverthehardsun-bakedroad，thatledfromthecity，andbeforeshehadsteppedforwardoutof，theshadowinwhichshestoodthehorsehadreachedthestepsand，hisriderhadpulledhimbackonhishaunchesandswunghimself，offbeforetheforefeethadtouchedtheground。
　　HopehadguessedthatitwasClaybyhisriding，andshefeared，fromhishastethatsomeoneofherpeoplewereill。Sosheran，anxiouslyforwardandaskedifanythingwerewrong。
　　Claystartedathersuddenappearance，andgaveashortboyish，laughofpleasure。
　　``I’msogladyou’restillup，’’hesaid。``No，nothingis，wrong。’’，Hestoppedinsomeembarrassment。Hehadbeenmovedto，returnbythefactthatthelittlegirlheknewwasintrouble，andnowthathewassuddenlyconfrontedbythisolderand，statelieryoungperson，hisactionseemedparticularlysilly，and，hewasatalosstoexplainitinanywaythatwouldnotgive，offence。
　　``No，nothingiswrong，’’herepeated。``Icameafter，something。’’
　　Clayhadborrowedoneofthecloaksthetroopersworeatnight，fromthesamemanwhohadlenthimthehorse，andashestood，bareheadedbeforeher，withthecloakhangingfromhis，shoulderstothefloorandthestarandribbonacrosshisbreast，Hopefeltverygratefultohimforbeingabletolooklikea，Princeoraheroinabook，andtoyetremainherMr。Clayatthe，sametime。
　　``Icametogetyoursister’sfan，’’Clayexplained。``She，forgotit。’’
　　Theyounggirllookedathimforamomentinsurpriseandthen，straightenedherselfslightly。Shedidnotknowwhethershewas，themoreindignantwithAliceforsendingsuchamanonso，foolishanerrand，orwithClayforsubmittingtosuchaservice。
　　``Oh，isthatit？’’shesaidatlast。``Iwillgoandfind，youone。’’，Shegavehimadignifiedlittlebowandmovedaway，towardthedoor，witheveryappearanceofdisapproval。
　　``Oh，Idon’tknow，’’sheheardClaysay，doubtfully;``Idon’t，havetogojustyet，doI？，MayInotstayherealittlewhile？’’
　　Hopestoodandlookedathiminsomeperplexity。
　　``Why，yes，’’sheanswered，wonderingly。``Butdon’tyouwantto，goback？，Youcameinagreathurry。Andwon’tAlicewanther，fan？’’
　　``Oh，shehasitbythistime。ItoldStuarttofindit。She，leftitinthecarriage，andthecarriageiswaitingattheend，oftheplaza。’’
　　``Thenwhydidyoucome？’’askedHope，withrisingsuspicion。
　　``Oh，Idon’tknow，’’saidClay，helplessly。``IthoughtI’d，justlikearideinthemoonlight。Ihateballsanddances，anyway，don’tyou？，Ithinkyouwereverywisenottogo。’’
　　Hopeplacedherhandsonthebackofthebigarm-chairandlooked，steadilyathimashestoodwhereshecouldseehisfaceinthe，moonlight。``Youcameback，’’shesaid，``becausetheythoughtI
　　wascrying，andtheysentyoutosee。Isthatit？，DidAlice，sendyou？’’shedemanded。
　　Claygaveagaspofconsternation。
　　``Youknowthatnoonesentme，’’hesaid。``Ithoughtthey，treatedyouabominably，andIwantedtocomeandsayso。That’s，all。AndIwantedtotellyouthatImissedyouverymuch，and，thatyournotcominghadspoiledtheeveningforme，andIcame，alsobecauseIpreferredtotalktoyouthantostaywhereIwas。
　　NooneknowsthatIcametoseeyou。IsaidIwasgoingtoget，thefan，andItoldStuarttofinditafterI’dleft。Ijust，wantedtoseeyou，that’sall。ButIwillgobackagainat，once。’’
　　WhilehehadbeenspeakingHopehadloweredhereyesfromhis，faceandhadturnedandlookedoutacrosstheharbor。Therewas，astrange，happytumultinherbreast，andshewasbreathingso，rapidlythatshewasafraidhewouldnoticeit。Shealsofeltan，absurdinclinationtocry，andthatfrightenedher。Soshe，laughedandturnedandlookedupintohisfaceagain。Claysaw，thesamelookinhereyesthathehadseentherethedaywhenshe，hadcongratulatedhimonhisworkatthemines。Hehadseenit，beforeintheeyesofotherwomenandittroubledhim。Hope，seatedherselfinthebigchair，andClaytossedhiscloakonthe，flooratherfeetandsatdownwithhisshouldersagainstoneof，thepillars。Heglancedupatherandfoundthatthelookthat，hadtroubledhimwasgone，andthathereyeswerenowsmiling，withexcitementandpleasure。
　　``Anddidyoubringmesomethingfromtheballinyourpocketto，comfortme，’’sheasked，mockingly。
　　``Yes，Idid，’’Clayanswered，unabashed。``Ibroughtyousome，bonbons。’’
　　``Youdidn’t，really！’’Hopecried，withashriekofdelight。
　　``Howabsurdofyou！，Thesortyoupull？’’
　　``Thesortyoupull，’’Clayrepeated，gravely。``Andalsoa，dance-card，whichisarelicofbarbarismstillexistinginthis，Southerncapital。IthasthearmsofOlanchoonitingold，and，Ithoughtyoumightliketokeepitasasouvenir。’’，Hepulled，thecardfromhiscoat-pocketandsaid，``MayIhavethis，dance？’’
　　``Youmay，’’Hopeanswered。``Butyouwouldn’tmindifwesatit，out，wouldyou？’’
　　``Ishouldpreferit，’’Claysaid，ashescrawledhisnameacross，thecard。``Itissocrowdedinside，andthecompanyisrather，mixed。’’，Theybothlaughedlightlyattheirownfoolishness，and，Hopesmileddownuponhimaffectionatelyandproudly。``Youmay，smoke，ifyouchoose;andwouldyoulikesomethingcoolto，drink？’’sheasked，anxiously。``Afteryourride，youknow，’’
　　shesuggested，withhospitableintent。Claysaidthathewas，verycomfortablewithoutadrink，butlightedacigarandwatched，hercovertlythroughthesmoke，asshesatsmilinghappily，andquiteunconsciouslyuponthemoonlitworldaroundthem。She，caughtClay’seyefixedonher，andlaughedlightly。
　　``Whatisit？’’hesaid。
　　``Oh，Iwasjustthinking，’’Hopereplied，``thatitwasmuch，bettertohaveadancecometoyou，thantogotothedance。’’
　　``Doesonemanandadance-cardandthreebonbonsconstituteyour，ideaofaball？’’
　　``Doesn’tit？，Yousee，Iamnotoutyet，Idon’tknow。’’
　　``Ishouldthinkitmightdependagooddealupontheman，’’Clay，suggested。
　　``Thatsoundsasthoughyouwerehinting，’’saidHope，doubtfully。``NowwhatwouldIsaytothatifIwereout？’’
　　``Idon’tknow，butdon’tsayit，’’Clayanswered。``Itwould，probablybesomethingveryunflatteringorveryforward，andin，eithercaseIshouldtakeyoubacktoyourchaperonandleaveyou，there。’’
　　Hopehadnotbeenlistening。Hereyeswerefixedonalevelwith，histie，andClayraisedhishandtoitinsometrepidation。
　　``Mr。Clay，’’shebeganabruptlyandleaningeagerlyforward，``wouldyouthinkmeveryrudeifIaskedyouwhatyoudidtoget，allthosecrosses？，Iknowtheymeansomething，andIdoso，wanttoknowwhat。Pleasetellme。’’
　　``Oh，those！’’saidClay。``ThereasonIputthemonto-nightis，becausewearingthemissupposedtobeasortofcomplimentto，yourhost。Igotinthehabitabroad——’’
　　``Ididn’taskyouthat，’’saidHope，severely。``Iaskedyou，whatyoudidtogetthem。NowbeginwiththeLegionofHonoron，theleft，andgorightonuntilyoucometotheend，andplease，don’tskipanything。Leaveinallthebloodthirstyparts，and，pleasedon’tbemodest。’’
　　``LikeOthello，’’suggestedClay。
　　``Yes，’’saidHope;``IwillbeDesdemona。’’
　　``Well，Desdemona，itwaslikethis，’’saidClay，laughing。``I
　　gotthatmedalandthatstarforservingintheNilecampaign，underWolseley。AfterIleftEgypt，Iwentupthecoastto，Algiers，whereItookserviceundertheFrenchinamost，disreputableorganizationknownastheForeignLegion——’’
　　``Don’ttellme，’’exclaimedHope，indelight，``thatyouhave，beenaChasseurd’Afrique！，Notlikethemanin`UnderTwo，Flags’？’’
　　``No，notatalllikethatman，’’saidClay，emphatically。``I
　　wasjustaplain，common，orgarden，sappeur，andIshowedthe，othergood-for-nothingshowtodigtrenches。Well，I
　　contaminatedtheForeignLegionforeightmonths，andthenI
　　wenttoPeru，whereI——’’
　　``You’reskipping，’’saidHope。``HowdidyougettheLegionof，Honor？’’
　　``Oh，that？’’saidClay。``ThatwasagalleryplayImadeonce，whenwewerechasingsomeArabs。TheytooktheFrenchflagaway，fromourcolor-bearer，andIgotitbackagainandwavedit，franticallyaroundmyheaduntilIwasquitecertaintheColonel，hadseenmedoingit，andthenIstoppedassoonasIknewthatI
　　wassureofpromotion。’’
　　``Oh，howcanyou？’’criedHope。``Youdidn’tdoanythingofthe，sort。Youprobablysavedtheentireregiment。’’
　　``Well，perhapsIdid，’’Clayreturned。``ThoughIdon’t，rememberit，andnobodymentioneditatthetime。’’
　　``Goonabouttheothers，’’saidHope。``Anddotrytobe，truthful。’’
　　``Well，IgotthisonefromSpain，becauseIwasPresidentofan，InternationalCongressofEngineersatMadrid。Thatwasthe，ostensiblereason，buttherealreasonwasbecauseItaughtthe，SpanishCommissionerstoplaypokerinsteadofbaccarat。The，GermanEmperorgavemethisfordesigningafort，andtheSultan，ofZanzibargavemethis，andnoonebuttheSultanknows，why，andhewon’ttell。Isupposehe’sashamed。Hegivesthem，awayinsteadofcigars。HewasoutofcigarsthedayIcalled。’’
　　``Whatalotofplacesyouhaveseen，’’sighedHope。``Ihave，beeninCairoandAlgiers，too，butIalwayshadtowalkabout，withagoverness，andshewouldn’tgotothemosquesbecauseshe，saidtheywerefulloffleas。WealwaysgotoHomburgandParis，inthesummer，andtobighotelsinLondon。Ilovetotravel，butIdon’tlovetotravelthatway，wouldyou？’’
　　``ItravelbecauseIhavenohome，’’saidClay。``I’mdifferent，fromthechapthatcamehomebecausealltheotherplaceswere，shut。Igotootherplacesbecausethereisnohomeopen。’’
　　``Whatdoyoumean？’’saidHope，shakingherhead。``Whyhave，younohome？’’
　　``TherewasaranchinColoradothatIusedtocallhome，’’said，Clay，``butthey’vecutitupintotownlots。Iownaplotin，thecemeteryoutsideofthetown，wheremymotherisburied，and，IvisitthatwheneverIamintheStates，andthatistheonly，pieceofearthanywhereintheworldthatIhavetogobackto。’’
　　Hopeleanedforwardwithherhandsclaspedinfrontofherand，hereyeswideopen。
　　``Andyourfather？’’shesaid，softly;``ishe——ishethere，too——’’
　　Claylookedatthelightedendofhiscigarasheturnedit，betweenhisfingers。
　　``Myfather，MissHope，’’hesaid，``wasafilibuster，andwent，outonthe`Virginius’tohelpfreeCuba，andwasshot，againsta，stonewall。Weneverknewwherehewasburied。’’
　　``Oh，forgiveme;Ibegyourpardon，’’saidHope。Therewassuch，distressinhervoicethatClaylookedatherquicklyandsawthe，tearsinhereyes。Shereachedoutherhandtimidly，andtouched，foraninstanthisownrough，sunburnedfist，asitlayclenched，onhisknee。``Iamsosorry，’’shesaid，``sosorry。’’，Forthe，firsttimeinmanyyearsthetearscametoClay’seyesand，blurredthemoonlightandthescenebeforehim，andhesat，unmannedandsilentbeforethesimpletouchofayounggirl’s，sympathy。
　　Anhourlater，whenhisponystruckthegravelfrombeneathhis，hoofsontheracebacktothecity，andClayturnedtowavehis，handtoHopeinthedoorway，sheseemed，asshestoodwiththe，moonlightfallingaboutherwhitefigure，likeaspiritbeckoning，thewaytoanewparadise。
　　VIII
　　ClayreachedthePresident’sPalaceduringthesupper-hour，and，foundMr。LanghamandhisdaughteratthePresident’stable。
　　MadameAlvarezpointedtoaplaceforhimbesideAliceLangham，whoheldupherhandinwelcome。``Youwereveryfoolishtorush，offlikethat，’’shesaid。
　　``Itwasn’tthere，’’saidClay，crowdingintotheplacebeside，her。
　　``No，itwashereinthecarriageallthetime。CaptainStuart，founditforme。’’
　　``Oh，hedid，didhe？’’saidClay;``that’swhyIcouldn’tfind，it。Iamhungry，’’helaughed，``myridegavemeanappetite。’’
　　HelookedoverandgrinnedatStuart，butthatgentlemanwas，staringfixedlyatthecandlesonthetablebeforehim，hiseyes，filledwithconcern。ClayobservedthatMadameAlvarezwas，covertlywatchingtheyoungofficer，andfrowningherdisapproval，athispreoccupation。Sohestretchedhislegunderthetable，andkickedviciouslyatStuart’sboots。OldGeneralRojas，the，Vice-President，whosatnexttoStuart，movedsuddenlyandthen，blinkedviolentlyattheceilingwithanexpressionof，patientsuffering，buttheexclamationwhichhadescapedhim，broughtStuartbacktothepresent，andhetalkedwiththewoman，nexthiminaperfunctorymanner。
　　MissLanghamandherfatherwerewaitingfortheircarriagein，thegreathallofthePalaceasStuartcameuptoClay，and，puttinghishandaffectionatelyonhisshoulder，beganpointing，tosomethingfartherbackinthehall。Tothenight-birdsofthe，streetsandthenoisyfiacredriversoutside，andtothecrowdof，guestswhostoodonthehighmarblestepswaitingfortheirturn，todepart，hemighthavebeenrelatinganamusinganecdoteofthe，balljustover。
　　``I’mingreattrouble，oldman，’’waswhathesaid。``Imust，seeyoualoneto-night。I’daskyoutomyrooms，buttheywatch，meallthetime，andIdon’twantthemtosuspectyouareinthis，untiltheymust。Gooninthecarriage，butgetoutasyoupass，thePlazaBolivarandwaitformebythestatuethere。’’
　　Claysmiled，apparentlyingreatamusement。``That’svery，good，’’hesaid。
　　HecrossedovertowhereKingstoodsurveyingthepowdered，beautiesofOlanchoandtheirgownsofapastfashion，withan，intensityofadmirationwhichwouldhavebeensuspicioustothose，whoknewhistastes。``Whenwegetintothecarriage，’’
　　saidClay，inalowvoice，``wewillbothcalltoStuartthatwe，willseehimto-morrowmorningatbreakfast。’’
　　``Allright，’’assentedKing。``What’sup？’’
　　StuarthelpedMissLanghamintohercarriage，andasitmoved，awayKingshoutedtohiminEnglishtorememberthathewas，breakfastingwithhimonthemorrow，andClaycalledoutin，Spanish，``Untilto-morrowatbreakfast，don’tforget。’’，And，Stuartanswered，steadily，``Goodnightuntilto-morrowatone。’’
　　Astheircarriagejoltedthroughthedarkandnarrowstreet，emptynowofallnoiseormovement，oneofStuart’stroopers，dashedbyitatagallop，withalightedlanternswingingathis，side。Heraiseditashepassedeachstreetcrossing，andheld，ithighabovehisheadsothatitslightfelluponthewallsof，thehousesatthefourcorners。Theclatterofhishorse’shoofs，hadnotceasedbeforeanothertroopergallopedtowardthemriding，moreslowly，andthrowingthelightofhislanternoverthe，trunksofthetreesthatlinedthepavements。Asthecarriage，passedhim，hebroughthishorsetoitssidewithajerkofthe，bridle，andswunghislanterninthefacesofitsoccupants。
　　``Wholives？’’hechallenged。
　　``Olancho，’’Clayreplied。
　　``Whoanswers？’’
　　``Freemen，’’Clayansweredagain，andpointedatthestaronhis，coat。
　　Thesoldiermutteredanapology，andstrikinghisheelsintohis，horse’sside，dashednoisilyaway，hislanterntossingfromside，toside，highintheair，ashedrewreintoscaneachtreeand，passedfromonelamp-posttothenext。
　　``Whatdoesthatmean？’’saidMr。Langham;``didhetakeusfor，highwaymen？’’
　　``Itisthecustom，’’saidClay。``Weareoutratherlate，you，see。’’
　　``IfIrememberrightly，Clay，’’saidKing，``theygaveaballat，BrusselsontheeveofWaterloo。’’
　　``Ibelievetheydid，’’saidClay，smiling。Hespoketothe，drivertostopthecarriage，andsteppeddownintothestreet。
　　``Ihavetoleaveyouhere，’’hesaid;``driveonquickly，please;Icanexplainbetterinthemorning。’’
　　ThePlazaBolivarstoodinwhathadoncebeenthecentreofthe，fashionablelifeofOlancho，butthetownhadmovedfartherup，thehill，anditwasnowfarinthesuburbs，itswalksneglected，anditsturfoverrunwithweeds。Thehousesaboutithadfallen，intodisuse，andthefewthatwerestilloccupiedatthetime，Clayentereditshowednosignoflife。Claypickedhisway，overthegrass-grownpathstothestatueofBolivar，the，heroofthesisterrepublicofVenezuela，whichstillstoodon，itspedestalinatangleofunderbrushandhangingvines。The，ironrailingthathadoncesurroundeditwasbrokendown，andthe，branchesofthetreesnearwereblackwithsleepingbuzzards。
　　Twogreatpalmsrearedthemselvesinthemoonlightateither，side，andbeattheirleavestogetherinthenightwind，whisperingandmurmuringtogetherliketwolivingconspirators。
　　``Thisoughttobesafeenough，’’Claymurmuredtohimself。
　　``It’sjusttheplaceforplotting。Ihopethereareno，snakes。’’，Heseatedhimselfonthestepsofthepedestal，and，lightingacigar，remainedsmokingandpeeringintotheshadows，abouthim，untilashadowblackerthanthedarknessroseathis，feet，andavoicesaid，sternly，``Putoutthatlight。Isawit，halfamileaway。’’
　　Clayroseandcrushedhiscigarunderhisfoot。``Nowthen，old，man，’’hedemandedbriskly，``what’sup？，It’snearlydaylight，andwemusthurry。’’
　　Stuartseatedhimselfheavilyonthestonesteps，likeaman，tiredinmindandbody，andunfoldedaprintedpieceofpaper。
　　Itsblanksidewasdampandstickywithpaste。
　　``Itistoodarkforyoutoseethis，’’hebegan，ina，strainedvoice，``soIwilltranslateittoyou。Itisanattack，onMadameAlvarezandmyself。Theyputthemupduringtheball，whentheyknewmymenwouldbeatthePalace。Ihavehadthem，scouringthestreetsforthelasttwohourstearingthemdown，buttheyareallovertheplace，inthecafe’sandclubs。They，havedonewhattheyweremeanttodo。’’
　　Claytookanothercigarfromhispocketandrolleditbetweenhis，lips。``Whatdoesitsay？’’heasked。
　　``Itgoesovertheoldgroundfirst。ItsaysAlvarezhasgiven，therichestbirthrightofhiscountrytoaliens——thatmeansthe，minesandLangham——andhasputanalienincommandofthearmy——
　　thatismeantforme。I’venomoretodowiththearmythanyou，have——IonlywishIhad！，Andthenitsaysthattheboundary，aggressionsofEcuadorandVenezuelahavenotbeenresentedin，consequence。ItaskswhatcanbeexpectedofaPresidentwhois，asblindtothedishonorofhiscountryasheistothedishonor，ofhisownhome？’’
　　Claymutteredunderhisbreath，``Well，goon。Isitexplicit？
　　Moreexplicitthanthat？’’
　　``Yes，’’saidStuart，grimly。``Ican’trepeatit。Itisquite，clearwhattheymean。’’
　　``Haveyougotanyofthem？’’Clayasked。Canyoufixiton，someonethatyoucanfight？’’
　　``Mendozadidit，ofcourse，’’Stuartanswered，``butwecannot，proveit。Andifwecould，wearenotstrongenoughtotakehim。
　　Hehasthecityfullofhismennow，andthetroopsarepouring，ineveryhour。’’
　　``Well，Alvarezcanstopthat，can’the？’’
　　``Theyarecominginfortheannualreview。Hecan’tshowthe，peoplethatheisafraidofhisownarmy。’’
　　``Whatareyougoingtodo？’’
　　``WhatamIgoingtodo？’’Stuartrepeated，dully。``Thatis，whatIwantyoutotellme。ThereisnothingIcandonow。I’ve，broughttroubleandinsultonpeoplewhohavebeenkindertome，thanmyownbloodhavebeen。WhotookmeinwhenIwasnakedand，clothedme，whenIhadn’tafriendorasixpencetomyname。You，remember——IcameherefromthatrowinColombiawithmywound，andIwasdownwiththefeverwhentheyfoundme，andAlvarez，gavemetheappointment。AndthisishowIrewardthem。IfI
　　stayIdomoreharm。IfIgoawayIleavethemsurroundedby，enemies，andnotenemieswhofightfair，butdamnedthievesand，scoundrels，whostabatwomenandwhofightinthedark。I
　　wouldn’thavehadithappen，oldman，formyrightarm！
　　They——theyhavebeensokindtome，andIhavebeensohappy，here——andnow！’’，Theboybowedhisfaceinhishandsandsat，breathingbrokenlywhileClayturnedhisunlitcigarbetweenhis，teethandpeeredathimcuriouslythroughthedarkness。``NowI
　　havemadethembothunhappy，andtheyhateme，andIhatemyself，andIhavebroughtnothingbuttroubletoeveryone。FirstI
　　mademyownpeoplemiserable，andnowImakemybestfriends，miserable，andIhadbetterbedead。IwishIweredead。Iwish，Ihadneverbeenborn。’’
　　Claylaidhishandontheother’sbowedshoulderandshookhim，gently。``Don’ttalklikethat，’’hesaid;``itdoesnogood。
　　Whydoyouhateyourself？’’
　　``What？’’askedStuart，wearily，withoutlookingup。``Whatdid，yousay？’’
　　``Yousaidyouhadmadethemhateyou，andyouaddedthatyou，hatedyourself。Well，Icanseewhytheynaturallywouldbe，angryforthetime，atleast。Butwhydoyouhateyourself？
　　Haveyoureasonto？’’
　　``Idon’tunderstand，’’saidStuart。
　　``Well，Ican’tmakeitanyplainer，’’Clayreplied。``Itisn’t，aquestionIwillask。Butyousayyouwantmyadvice。Well，my，advicetomyfriendandtoamanwhoisnotmyfriend，differ。
　　Andinthiscaseitdependsonwhetherwhatthatthing——’’
　　Claykickedthepaperwhichhadfallenontheground——``whatthat，thingsaysistrue。’’
　　Theyoungermanlookedatthepaperbelowhimandthenbackat，Clay，andsprangtohisfeet。
　　``Why，damnyou，’’hecried，``whatdoyoumean？’’
　　HestoodaboveClaywithbotharmsrigidathissideandhishead，bentforward。Thedawnhadjustbroken，andthetwomensaweach，otherintheghastlygraylightofthemorning。``Ifanyman，’’
　　criedStuartthickly，``darestosaythatthatblackguardlylie，istrueI’llkillhim。Youoranyoneelse。Isthatwhatyou，mean，damnyou？，Ifitis，sayso，andI’llbreakeveryboneof，yourbody。’’
　　``Well，that’smuchbetter，’’growledClay，sullenly。``Theway，youwentonwishingyouweredeadandhatingyourselfmademe，almostlosefaithinmankind。Nowyougomakethatspeechtothe，President，andthenfindthemanwhoputupthoseplacards，and，ifyoucan’tfindtherightman，takeanymanyoumeetandmake，himeatit，pasteandall，andbeathimtodeathifhedoesn’t。
　　Why，thisisnotimetowhimper——becausetheworldisfullof，liars。Gooutandfightthemandshowthemyouarenotafraid。
　　Confoundyou，youhadmesoscaredtherethatIalmostthrashed，youmyself。Forgiveme，won’tyou？’’hebeggedearnestly。
　　Heroseandheldouthishandandtheothertookit，doubtfully。
　　``Itwasyourownfault，youyoungidiot，’’protestedClay。
　　``Youtoldyourstorythewrongway。Nowgohomeandgetsome，sleepandI’llbebackinafewhourstohelpyou。Look！’’he，said。Hepointedthroughthetreestothesunthatshotuplike，aredhotdiskofheatabovethecoolgreenofthemountains。
　　``See，’’saidClay，``Godhasgivenusanotherday。Seven，battleswerefoughtinsevendaysonceinmycountry。Let’sbe，thankful，oldman，thatwe’reNOTdead，butalivetofightour，ownandotherpeople’sbattles。’’
　　TheyoungermansighedandpressedClay’shandagainbeforehe，droppedit。
　　``Youareverygoodtome，’’hesaid。``I’mnotjustquite，myselfthismorning。I’mabitnervous，Ithink。You’llsurely，come，won’tyou？’’
　　``Bynoon，’’Claypromised。``Andifitdoescome，’’headded，``don’tforgetmyfifteenhundredmenatthemines。’’
　　``Good！Iwon’t，’’Stuartreplied。``I’llcallonyouifIneed，them。’’，Heraisedhisfingersmechanicallytohishelmetin，salute，andcatchinguphisswordturnedandstrodeawayerect，andsoldierlythroughthedebrisandweedsofthedesertedplaza。
　　Clayremainedmotionlessonthestepsofthepedestaland，followedtheyoungermanwithhiseyes。Hedrewalongbreath，andbeganaleisurelysearchthroughhispocketsforhismatch-
　　box，gazingabouthimashedidso，asthoughlookingforsome，onetowhomhecouldspeakhisfeelings。Heliftedhiseyesto，thestern，smooth-shavenfaceofthebronzestatueabovehimthat，seemedtobewatchingStuart’sdepartingfigure。
　　``GeneralBolivar，’’Claysaid，ashelithiscigar，``observe，thatyoungman。Heisasoldierandagallantgentleman。You，sir，wereagreatsoldier——thegreatestthisGod-forsakencountry，willeverknow——andyouwere，sir，anardentlover。Iaskyouto，salutethatyoungmanasIdo，andtowishhimwell。’’，Clay，liftedhishighhattothebackoftheyoungofficerasitwas，hiddeninthehangingvines，andonceagain，withgraverespect，tothegrimfeaturesofthegreatgeneralabovehim，andthen，smilingathisownconceit，heranlightlydownthestepsand，disappearedamongthetreesoftheplaza。
　　IX
　　Claysleptforthreehours。Hehadleftanoteonthefloor，instructingMacWilliamsandyoungLanghamnottogotothemines，buttowakenhimatteno’clock，andbyeleventhethreemenwere，gallopingofftothecity。AstheyleftthePalmstheymetHope，returningfromamorningrideontheAlameda，andClaybegged，her，withmuchconcern，nottorideabroadagain。Therewasa，differenceinhistonetowardher。Therewasmoreanxietyinit，thantheoccasionseemedtojustify，andheputhisrequestin，theformofafavortohimself，whilethedayprevioushewould，simplyhavetoldherthatshemustnotgoridingalone。
　　``Why？’’askedHope，eagerly。``Istheregoingtobetrouble？’’
　　``Ihopenot，’’Claysaid，``butthesoldiersarecominginfrom，theprovincesforthereview，andtheroadsarenotsafe。’’
　　``I’dbesafewithyou，though，’’saidHope，smilingpersuasively，uponthethreemen。``Won’tyoutakemewithyou，please？’’
　　``Hope，’’saidyoungLanghaminthetoneoftheelder，brother’sbriefauthority，``youmustgohomeatonce。’’
　　Hopesmiledwickedly。``Idon’twantto，’’shesaid。
　　``I’llbetyouaboxofcigarsIcanbeatyoutotheverandaby，fiftyyards，’’saidMacWilliams，turninghishorse’shead。
　　Hopeclaspedhersailorhatinonehandandswungherwhipwith，theother。``Ithinknot，’’shecried，anddisappearedwitha，flutterofskirtsandascurryofflyingpebbles。
　　``Attimes，’’saidClay，``MacWilliamsshowsanunexpected，knowledgeofhumannature。’’
　　``Yes，hedidquiteright，’’assentedLangham，noddinghishead，mysteriously。``We’venotimeforgirlsatpresent，havewe？’’
　　``No，indeed，’’saidClay，hidinganysignofasmile。
　　Langhambreatheddeeplyatthethoughtoftheparthewastoplay，inthiscomingstruggle，andremainedrespectfullysilentasthey，trottedtowardthecity。Hedidnotwishtodisturbtheplots，andcounterplotsthathewasconfidentwereforminginClay’s，brain，andhisdevotionwouldhavebeenseverelytriedhadhe，knownthathishero’smindwasfilledwithapictureofayoung，girlinablueshirt-waistandawhipcordriding-skirt。
　　ClaysentforStuarttojointhemattherestaurant，and，MacWilliamsarrivingatthesametime，thefourmenseated，themselvesconspicuouslyinthecentreofthecafe’andsipped，theirchocolateasthoughunconsciousofanyimminentdanger，and，inapparentfreedomfromallresponsibilitiesandcare。While，MacWilliamsandLanghamlaughedanddisputedoveragameof，dominoes，theoldermenexchanged，undercoveroftheirchatter，thefewwordswhichtheyhadmettospeak。
　　Themanifestoes，Stuartsaid，hadfailedoftheirpurpose。He，hadalreadycalleduponthePresident，andhadofferedtoresign，hispositionandleavethecountry，ortostayandfighthis，maligners，andtakeuparmsatonceagainstMendoza’sparty。
　　Alvarezhadtreatedhimlikeason，andbadehimbepatient。He，heldthatCaesar’swifewasabovesuspicionbecauseshewas，Caesar’swife，andthatnocanardspostedatmidnightcould，affecthisfaithinhiswifeorinhisfriend。Herefusedto，believethatanycoupd’etatwasimminent，savetheone，whichhehimselfmeditatedwhenhewasreadytoproclaimthe，countryinastateofrevolution，andtoassumeamilitary，dictatorship。
　　``Whatnonsense！’’exclaimedClay。``Whatisamilitary，dictatorshipwithoutsoldiers？，Can’theseethatthearmyis，withMendoza？’’
　　``No，’’Stuartreplied。``RojasandIwerewithhimallthe，morning。Rojasisanoldtrump，Clay。He’snotbrightandhe’s，old-fashioned;butheishonest。Andthepeopleknowit。IfI
　　hadRojasforachiefinsteadofAlvarez，I’darrestMendozawith，myownhand，andIwouldn’tbeafraidtotakehimtothecarcel，throughthestreets。Thepeoplewouldn’thelphim。Butthe，Presidentdoesn’tdare。Notthathehasn’tpluck，’’addedthe，younglieutenant，loyally，``forhetakeshislifeinhishands，whenhegoestothereviewtomorrow，andheknowsit。Thinkof，it，willyou，outtherealonewithafieldoffivethousandmen，aroundhim！，Rojasthinkshecanholdhalfofthem，asmanyas，Mendozacan，andIhavemyfifty。Butyoucan’ttellwhatany，oneofthemwilldoforadrinkoradollar。They’renomore，soldiersthanthesewaiters。They’rebanditsinuniform，and，they’llkillforthemanthatpaysbest。’’
　　``Thenwhydoesn’tAlvarezpaythem？’’Claygrowled。
　　Stuartlookedawayandloweredhiseyestothetable。``He，hasn’tthemoney，Isuppose，’’hesaid，evasively。``He——hehas，transferredeverycentofitintodraftsonRothschild。Theyare，atthehousenow，representingfivemillionsofdollarsingold——
　　andherjewels，too——packedreadyforflight。’’
　　``Thenhedoesexpecttrouble？’’saidClay。``Youtoldme——’’
　　``They’reallalike;youknowthem，’’saidStuart。``Theywon’t，believethey’reindangeruntiltheexplosioncomes，butthey，alwayshaveaspecialtrainready，andtheykeepthefundsofthe，governmentundertheirpillows。Heengagedapartmentsonthe，AvenueKlebersixmonthsago。’’
　　``Bah！’’saidClay。``It’stheoldstory。Whydon’tyouquit，him？’’
　　Stuartraisedhiseyesanddroppedthemagain，andClaysighed。
　　``I’msorry，’’hesaid。
　　MacWilliamsinterruptedtheminanindignantstage-whisper。
　　``Say，howlonghavewegottokeepupthisfakegame？’’he，asked。``Idon’tknowanythingaboutdominoes，andneitherdoes，Ted。Telluswhatyou’vebeensaying。Istheregoingtobe，trouble？，Ifthereis，TedandIwanttobeinit。Weare，lookingfortrouble。’’
　　Clayhadtippedbackhischair，andwassurveyingtherestaurant，andtheblazingplazabeyonditsopenfrontwithanexpressionof，cheerfulunconcern。Twomenwerereadingthemorningpapersnear，thedoor，andtwoothersweredraggingthroughagameofdominoes，inafarcorner。Theheatofmiddayhadsettledontheplace，andthewaitersdozed，withtheirchairstippedbackagainstthe，walls。Outside，theawningoftherestaurantthrewabroad，shadowacrossthemarble-toppedtablesonthesidewalk，andhalf，adozenfiacredriverssleptpeacefullyintheircarriagesbefore，thedoor。
　　Thetownwastakingitssiesta，andthebriskstepofastranger，whocrossedthetessellatedfloorandrappedwithhisknuckleson，thetopofthecigar-casewastheonlysignoflife。The，newcomerturnedwithonehandontheglasscaseandsweptthe，roomcarelesslywithhiseyes。Theywerehardblueeyesunder，straighteyebrows。Theirownerwasdressedunobtrusivelyina，suitofroughtweed，andthisandhisblackhat，andthefact，thathewassmooth-shaven，distinguishedhimasaforeigner。
　　AshefacedthemtheforelegsofClay’schairdescendedslowlyto，thefloor，andhebegantosmilecomprehendinglyandtonodhis，headasthoughthecomingofthestrangerhadexplainedsomething，ofwhichhehadbeenindoubt。Hiscompanionsturnedand，followedthedirectionofhiseyes，butsawnothingofinterest，inthenewcomer。Helookedasthoughhemightbeaconcession，hunterfromtheStates，oraManchesterdrummer，preparedto，offersixmonths’creditonblanketsandhardware。
　　Clayroseandstrodeacrosstheroom，circlingthetablesinsuch，awaythathecouldkeephimselfbetweenthestrangerand，thedoor。Athisapproachthenew-comerturnedhisbackand，fumbledwithhischangeonthecounter。
　　``CaptainBurke，Ibelieve？’’saidClay。Thestrangerbitthe，cigarhehadjustpurchased，andshookhishead。``Iamvery，gladtoseeyou，’’Claycontinued。``Sitdown，won’tyou？，I
　　wanttotalkwithyou。’’
　　``Ithinkyou’vemadeamistake，’’thestrangeranswered，quietly。``Mynameis——’’
　　``Colonel，perhaps，then，’’saidClay。``Imighthaveknownit。
　　Icongratulateyou，Colonel。’’
　　ThemanlookedatClayforaninstant，withthecigarclenched，betweenhisteethandhisblueeyesfixedsteadilyontheother’s，face。Claywavedhishandagaininvitinglytowardatable，and，themanshruggedhisshouldersandlaughed，and，pullingachair，towardhim，satdown。
　　``Comeoverhere，boys，’’Claycalled。``Iwantyoutomeetan，oldfriendofmine，CaptainBurke。’’
　　ThemancalledBurkestaredatthethreemenastheycrossedthe，roomandseatedthemselvesatthetable，andnoddedtothemin，silence。
　　``Wehavehere，’’saidClay，gayly，butinalowvoice，``thekey，tothesituation。ThisisthegentlemanwhosuppliesMendoza，withthesinewsofwar。CaptainBurkeisabravesoldieranda，citizenofmyownorofanycountry，indeed，whichhappens，tohavethemostsympatheticConsul-General。’’
　　Burkesmiledgrimly，withacondescendingnod，andputtingaway，thecigar，tookoutabrierpipeandbegantofillitfromhis，tobacco-pouch。``TheCaptainisamanoffewwordsandextremely，modestabouthimself，’’Claycontinued，lightly;``soImusttell，youwhoheismyself。Heisapromoterofrevolutions。Thatis，hisbusiness，——aprofessionalpromoterofrevolutions，andthat，iswhatmakesmesogladtoseehimagain。Heknowsallabout，thepresentcrisishere，andheisgoingtotellusallheknows，assoonashefillshispipe。Ioughttowarnyou，Burke，’’he，added，``thatthisisCaptainStuart，inchargeofthepoliceand，thePresident’scavalrytroop。So，yousee，whateveryousay，youwillhaveonemanwhowilllistentoyou。’’
　　Burkecrossedoneshortfatlegovertheother，andcrowdedthe，tobaccointhebowlofhispipewithhisthumb。
　　``IthoughtyouwereinChili，Clay，’’hesaid。
　　``No，youdidn’tthinkIwasinChili，’’Clayreplied，kindly。
　　``IleftChilitwoyearsago。TheCaptainandImetthere，’’he，explainedtotheothers，``whenBalmacedawastryingtomake，himselfdictator。TheCaptainwasonthesideofthe，Congressionalists，andwasfurnishingarmsanddynamite。
　　TheCaptainisalwaysonthewinningside，atleasthealwayshas，been——uptothepresent。Heisnotacreatureofsentiment;are，you，Burke？，TheCaptainbelieveswithNapoleonthatGodison，thesidethathastheheaviestartillery。’’
　　Burkelightedhispipeanddrummedabsentmindedlyonthetable，withhismatch-box。
　　``Ican’taffordtobesentimental，’’hesaid。``Notinmy，business。’’
　　``Ofcoursenot，’’Clayassented，cheerfully。HelookedatBurke，andlaughed，asthoughthesightofhimrecalledpleasant，memories。``IwishIcouldgivetheseboysanideaofhowclever，youare，Captain，’’hesaid。``TheCaptainwasthefirstman，forinstance，tothinkofpackingcartridgesintubsoflard，and，ofsendingriflesinpiano-cases。HerepresentstheWelby，revolverpeopleinEngland，andhalfadozenfirmsintheStates，andhehashislittlestoresinTampaandMobileandJamaica，readytoshipoffatamoment’snoticetoanyrevolutionin，CentralAmerica。WhenIfirstmettheCaptain，’’Claycontinued，gleefully，andquiteunmindfuloftheother’scontinuedsilence，``hewasstartingofftorescueArabiPashafromtheislandof，Ceylon。Youmayremember，boys，thatwhenDufferinsavedArabi，fromhanging，theBritishshippedhimtoCeylonasa，politicalprisoner。Well，theCaptainwassentbyArabi’s，followersinEgypttobringhimbacktoleadasecondrebellion。
　　BurkehadeverybodybribedatCeylon，andafineschoonerfitted，outandalotofruffianstodothefighting，andthenthegood，kindBritishGovernmentpardonedArabithedaybeforeBurke，arrivedinport。Andyounevergotacentforit;didyou，Burke？’’
　　Burkeshookhisheadandfrowned。
　　``SixthousandpoundssterlingIwastohavegotforthat，’’he，said，withatouchofpardonableprideinhisvoice，``andthey，sethimfreethedaybeforeIgotthere，justasMr。Claytells，you。’’
　　``AndthenyouheadedGranvillePrior’sexpeditionforburied，treasureofftheislandofCocos，didn’tyou？’’saidClay。``Go，on，tellthemaboutit。Besociable。Yououghttowriteabook，aboutyourdifferentbusinessventures，Burke，indeedyouought;
　　butthen，’’Clayadded，smiling，``nobodywouldbelieveyou。’’
　　Burkerubbedhischin，thoughtfully，withhisfingers，andlooked，modestlyattheceiling，andthetwoyoungerboysgazedathim，withopen-mouthedinterest。
　　``Thereain’tanythinginburiedtreasure，’’hesaid，aftera，pause，``exceptthemoneythat’ssunkinthefittingout。It，soundsgood，butit’sallfoolishness。’’
　　``Allfoolishness，eh？’’saidClay，encouragingly。``And，whatdidyoudoafterBalmacedawasbeaten？——afterIlastsaw，you？’’
　　``Crespo，’’Burkereplied，afterapause，duringwhichhepulled，gentlyonhispipe。```CarolineBrewer’——clearedfromKeyWest，forCuracao，withcargoofsewing-machinesandploughs——
　　beachedbelowMaracaibo——thirty-fivethousandroundsandtwo，thousandrifles——attwentybolivarsapiece。’’
　　``Ofcourse，’’saidClay，inatoneofgenuineappreciation。``I
　　mighthaveknownyou’dbeinthat。Hesays，’’heexplained，``thatheassistedGeneralCrespoinVenezueladuringhis，revolutionagainstGuzmanBlanco’sparty，andloadedatramp，steamercalledthe`CarolineBrewer’atKeyWestwitharms，which，helandedsafelyataplaceforwhichhehadnoclearancepapers，andhereceivedfortythousanddollarsinourmoneyforthejob——
　　andverygoodpay，too，Ishouldthink，’’commentedClay。
　　``Well，Idon’tknow，’’Burkedemurred。``Youtakeinthecost，ofleasingtheboatandprovisioningher，andthecrew’swages，andthecostofthecargo;thatcutsintoprofits。ThenIhadto，standoffshorebetweenTrinidadandCuracaoforoverthree，weeksbeforeIgotthesignaltorunin，andafterthatIwas，chasedbyagun-boatforthreedays，andthecrazyfoolputa，shotcleanthroughmyengine-room。Costmeabouttwelve，hundreddollarsinrepairs。’’
　　Therewasapause，andClayturnedhiseyestothestreet，and，thenasked，abruptly，``Whatareyoudoingnow？’’
　　``Tryingtogetordersforsmokelesspowder，’’Burkeanswered，promptly。HemetClay’slookwitheyesasundisturbedashis，own。``Buttheywon’ttouchitdownhere，’’hewenton。``It，doesn’tappealto’em。It’stooexpensive，andthey’drathersee，thesmoke。Itmakesthemthink——’’
　　``Howlongdidyouexpecttostayhere？’’Clayinterrupted。
　　``Howlong？’’repeatedBurke，likeamaninawitness-boxwhois，tryingtogaintime。``Well，Iwasthinkingofleavingby，Friday，andtakingamule-trainovertoBogotainsteadofwaiting，forthesteamertoColon。’’，Heblewamouthfulofsmokeintothe，airandwatcheditdriftingtowardthedoorwithapparent，interest。
　　``The`Santiago’leaveshereSaturdayforNewYork。Iguessyou，hadbetterwaitoverforher，’’Claysaid。``I’llengageyour，passage，and，inthemeantime，CaptainStuartherewillseethat，theytreatyouwellinthecuartel。’’
　　Themenaroundthetablestarted，andsatmotionlesslookingat，Clay，butBurkeonlytookhispipefromhismouthand，knockedtheashesoutontheheelofhisboot。``WhatamIgoing，tothecuartelfor？’’heasked。
　　``Well，thepublicgood，Isuppose，’’laughedClay。``I’msorry，butit’syourownfault。Youshouldn’thaveshownyourselfhere，atall。’’
　　``Whathaveyougottodowithit？’’askedBurke，calmly，ashe，begantorefillhispipe。Hehadtheairofamanwhosaw，nothingbeforehimbutanafternoonofpleasantdiscourseand，leisurelyinactivity。
　　``YouknowwhatI’vegottodowithit，’’Clayreplied。``I’ve，gotourconcessiontolookafter。’’
　　``Well，you’renotrunningthetown，too，areyou？’’askedBurke。
　　``No，butI’mgoingtorunyououtofit，’’Clayanswered。
　　``Now，whatareyougoingtodo，——makeitunpleasantforusand，forceourhand，ordrivedownquietlywithourfriendMacWilliams，here？，Heisthebestonetotakeyou，becausehe’snotsowell，known。’’
　　BurketurnedhisheadandlookedoverhisshoulderatStuart。
　　``YoutakingordersfromMr。Clay，to-day，CaptainStuart？’’he，asked。
　　``Yes，’’Stuartanswered，smiling。``IagreewithMr。Clayin，whateverhethinksright。’’
　　``Oh，well，inthatcase，’’saidBurke，risingreluctantly，withaprotestingsigh，``IguessI’dbettercallontheAmerican，minister。’’
　　``Youcan’t。He’sinEcuadoronhisannualvisit，’’saidClay。
　　``Indeed！，That’sbadforme，’’mutteredBurke，asthoughinmuch，concern。``Well，then，I’llaskyoutoletmeseeourconsul，here。’’
　　``Certainly，’’Clayassented，withalacrity。``Mr。Langham，this，younggentleman’sfather，gothimhisappointment，soI’veno，doubthe’llbeonlytoogladtodoanythingforafriendof，ours。’’
　　BurkeraisedhiseyesandlookedinquiringlyatClay，asthough，toassurehimselfthatthiswastrue，andClaysmiledbackat，him。
　　``Oh，verywell，’’Burkesaid。``Then，asIhappentobean，IrishmanbythenameofBurke，andaBritishsubject，I’lltry，HerMajesty’srepresentative，andwe’llseeifhewillallowme，tobelockedupwithoutareasonorawarrant。’’
　　``That’snogood，either，’’saidClay，shakinghishead。``You，fixedyournationality，asfarasthiscontinentisconcerned，in，Rioharbor，whenPeixotohandedyouovertotheBritishadmiral，andyouclaimedtobeanAmericancitizen，andweresentonboard，the`Detroit。’，Ifthere’sanydoubtaboutthatwe’veonlygotto，cabletoRioJaneiro——toeitherlegation。Butwhat’stheuse？
　　Theyknowmehere，andtheydon’tknowyou，andIdo。
　　You’llhavetogotojailandstaythere。’’
　　``Oh，well，ifyouputitthatway，I’llgo，’’saidBurke。
　　``But，’’headded，inalowervoice，``it’stoolate，Clay。’’
　　TheexpressionofamusementonClay’sface，andhiseaseof，manner，fellfromhimatthewords，andhepulledBurkebackinto，thechairagain。``Whatdoyoumean？’’heasked，anxiously。
　　``Imeanjustthat，it’stoolate，’’Burkeanswered。``Idon’t，mindgoingtojail。Iwon’tbetherelong。Mywork’salldone，andpaidfor。Iwasonlystayingontoseethefunatthe，finish，toseeyoufellowsmadefoolsof。’’
　　``Oh，you’resureofthat，areyou？’’askedClay。
　　``Mydearboy！’’exclaimedtheAmerican，withasuggestioninhis，speechofhisIrishorigin，ashisinterestrose。``Didyouever，knowmetogointoanythingofthissortforthesentimentofit？
　　Didyoueverknowmetobackthelosingside？，No。Well，Itell，youthatyoufellowshavenomoreshowinthisthanaparcelof，Sunday-schoolchildren。OfcourseIcan’tsaywhentheymeanto，strike。Idon’tknow，andIwouldn’ttellyouifIdid。But，whentheydostrikethere’llbenostrikingback。It’llbeall，overbutthecheering。’’
　　Burke’stonewascalmandpositive。Heheldthecentreofthe，stagenow，andhelookedfromonetotheotherofthe，seriousfacesaroundhimwithanexpressionofpityingamusement。
　　``Alvarezmaygetoff，andsomayMadameAlvarez，’’headded，loweringhisvoiceandturninghisfaceawayfromStuart。``But，notifsheshowsherselfinthestreets，andnotifshetriesto，takethosedraftsandjewelswithher。’’
　　``Oh，youknowthat，doyou？’’interruptedClay。
　　``Iknownothing，’’Burkereplied。``Atleast，nothingtowhat，therestofthemknow。That’sonlythegossipIpickupat，headquarters。Itdoesn’tconcernme。I’vedeliveredmygoods，andgivenmyreceiptforthemoney，andthat’sallIcareabout。
　　Butifitwillmakeanoldfriendfeelanymorecomfortableto，havemeinjail，why，I’llgo，that’sall。’’
　　ClaysatwithpursedlipslookingatStuart。Thetwoboysleaned，withtheirelbowsonthetablesandstaredatBurke，whowas，searchingleisurelythroughhispocketsforhismatch-box。From，outsidecamethelazycryofavendoroflotterytickets，andthe，swift，unevenpatterofbarefeet，ascompanyaftercompanyof，dust-coveredsoldierspassedontheirwayfromtheprovinces，withtheirshoesswingingfromtheirbayonets。
　　Clayslappedthetablewithanexclamationofimpatience。
　　``Afterall，thisisonlyamatterofbusiness，’’hesaid，``withallofus。Whatdoyousay，Burke，totakingaridewith，metoStuart’srooms，andhavingatalktherewiththePresident，andMr。Langham？，Langhamhasthreemillionssunkinthesemines，andAlvarezhasevenbetterreasonsthanthatforwantingtohold，hisjob。Whatdoyousay？，That’sbetterthangoingtojail。
　　Telluswhattheymeantodo，andwhoistodoit，andI’lllet，younameyourownfigure，andI’llguaranteeyouthatthey’ll，meetit。Aslongasyou’venosentiment，youmightaswellfight，onthesidethatwillpaybest。’’
　　Burkeopenedhislipsasthoughtospeak，andthenshutthem，again，closely。IftheothersthoughtthathewasgivingClay’s，propositionasecondandmoreseriousthought，hewasquickto，undeceivethem。
　　``ThereAREmeninthebusinesswhodothatsortofthing，’’
　　hesaid。``Theysellarmstooneman，andsellthefactthat，he’sgotthemtothedeputy-marshals，andsellthestoryofhow，smartthey’vebeentothenewspapers。Andtheynevermakeany，moresalesafterthat。I’dlookpretty，wouldn’tI，bringing，stuffintothiscountry，andgettingpaidforit，andthen，tellingyouwhereitwashid，andeverythingelseIknew？，I’ve，nosentiment，asyousay，butI’vegotbusinessinstinct，and，that’snotbusiness。No，I’vetoldyouenough，andifyou，thinkI’mnotsafeatlarge，whyI’mquitereadytotakearide，withyouryoungfriendhere。’’
　　MacWilliamsrosewithalacrity，andbeamingwithpleasureatthe，importanceofthedutythrustuponhim。
　　Burkesmiled。``Theyoung’unseemstolikethejob，’’hesaid。
　　``It’sanhonortobeassociatedwithCaptainBurkeinanyway，’’
　　saidMacWilliams，ashefollowedhimintoacab，whileStuart，gallopedoffbeforetheminthedirectionofthecuartel。
　　``Youwouldn’tthinksoifyouknewbetter，’’saidBurke。``My，friendshavebeenwatchinguswhilewehavebeentalkinginthere，forthelasthour。They’rewatchingusnow，andifIweretonod，myheadduringthisride，they’dthrowyououtintothestreet，andsetmefree，iftheyhadtobreakthecabintokindling-wood，whiletheyweredoingit。’’
　　MacWilliamschangedhisseattotheoneoppositehisprisoner，andpeeredupanddownthestreetinsomeanxiety。
　　``Isupposeyouknowthere’sananswertothat，don’tyou？’’he，asked。``Well，theansweris，thatifyounodyourheadonce，youlosethetopofit。’’
　　Burkegaveanexclamationofdisgust，andgazedathiszealous，guardianwithanexpressionoftrepidationandunconcealed，disapproval。``You’renotarmed，areyou？’’heasked。
　　MacWilliamsnodded。``Whynot？’’hesaid;``thesearerather，heavyweathertimes，justatpresent，thankstoyouandyour，friends。Why，youseemratherafraidoffire-arms，’’headded，withtheintoleranceofyouth。
　　TheIrish-Americantouchedtheyoungmanontheknee，andlifted，hishat。``Myson，’’hesaid，``whenyourhairisasgrayas，that，andyouhavebeenthroughsixcampaigns，you’llbebrave，enoughtoownthatyou’reafraidoffire-arms，too。’’
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　　ClayandLanghamleftMacWilliamsandStuarttolookaftertheir，prisoner，andreturnedtothePalms，wheretheydinedinstate，andmadenoreference，whilethewomenwerepresent，tothe，eventsoftheday。
　　Themoonroselatethatnight，andasHopewatchedit，fromwhere，shesatatthedinner-tablefacingtheopenwindows，shesawthe，figureofamanstandingoutlinedinsilhouetteupontheedgeof，thecliff。Hewasdressedintheuniformofasailor，andthe，moonlightplayedalongthebarrelofarifleuponwhichhe，leaned，motionlessandmenacing，likeasentryonarampart。
　　Hopeopenedherlipstospeak，andthenclosedthemagain，and，smiledwithpleasurableexcitement。AmomentlaterKing，whosat，onherright，calledoneoftheservantstohissideand，whisperedsomeinstructions，pointingmeanwhileatthewineupon，thetable。Andaminuteafter，Hopesawthewhitefigureofthe，servantcrossthegardenandapproachthesentinel。Shesawthe，sentryflinghisgunsharplytohiship，andthen，aftera，moment’sparley，tossituptohisshoulderanddisappearfrom，sightamongtheplantsofthegarden。
　　Themendidnotleavethetablewiththeladies，aswastheir，custom，butremainedinthedining-room，anddrewtheirchairs，closertogether。
　　Mr。LanghamwouldnotbelievethatthedownfalloftheGovernment，wasasimminentastheothersbelievedittobe。Itwasonly，aftermuchargument，andwithgreatreluctance，thathehadeven，allowedKingtoarmhalfofhiscrew，andtoplacethemonguard，aroundthePalms。Claywarnedhimthatinthedisorderthat，followedeverysuccessfulrevolution，thehomesofunpopular，membersoftheCabinetwereoftenburned，andthathefeared，shouldMendozasucceed，andAlvarezfall，thatthemobmight，possiblyventitsvictoriouswrathonthePalmsbecauseitwas，thehomeofthealien，whohad，astheythought，robbedthe，countryoftheironmines。Mr。Langhamsaidhedidnotthinkthe，peoplewouldtrampfivemilesintothecountryseekingvengeance。
　　TherewasanAmericanman-of-warlyingintheharborofTruxillo，aseaportoftherepublicthatboundedOlanchoonthesouth，and，ClaywasinfavorofsendingtohercaptainbyWeimer，the，Consul，andaskinghimtoanchoroffValencia，toprotect，Americaninterests。Therunwouldtakebutafewhours，and，thesightofthevessel’swhitehullintheharborwould，he，thought，haveasalutaryeffectupontherevolutionists。ButMr。
　　Langhamsaid，firmly，thathewouldnotaskforhelpuntilhe，neededit。
　　``Well，I’msorry，’’saidClay。``Ishouldverymuchliketo，havethatman-of-warhere。However，ifyousayno，wewilltry，togetalongwithouther。But，forthepresent，Ithinkyouhad，betterimagineyourselfbackinNewYork，andletushavean，entirelyfreehand。We’vegonetoofartodropout，’’hewent，on，laughingatthesightofMr。Langham’sgloomycountenance。
　　``We’vegottofightthemnow。It’sagainsthumannaturenotto，doit。’’
　　Mr。LanghamlookedappealinglyathissonandatKing。
　　Theybothsmiledbackathiminunanimousdisapprovalofhis，policyofnon-interference。
　　``Oh，verywell，’’hesaid，atlast。``Yougentlemencango，ahead，kill，burn，anddestroyifyouwish。But，consideringthe，factthatitismypropertyyouareallfightingabout，Ireally，thinkImighthavesomethingtosayinthematter。’’，Mr。Langham，gazedabouthimhelplessly，andshookhishead。
　　``Mydoctorsendsmedownherefromaquiet，happyhome，’’he，protested，withhumorouspathos，``thatImayrestandget，awayfromexcitement，andhereIamwitharmedmenpatrollingmy，garden-paths，withalotoffilibustersplottingatmyown，dinner-table，andacivilwarlikelytobreakout，entirelyonmy，account。AndDr。Wintertoldmethiswastheonlyplacethat，wouldcuremynervousprostration！’’
　　HopejoinedClayassoonasthemenleftthedining-room，and，beckonedhimtothefartherendoftheveranda。``Well，whatis，it？’’shesaid。
　　``Whatiswhat？’’laughedClay。Heseatedhimselfontherailof，theveranda，withhisfacetotheavenueandthedrivewayleading，tothehouse。Theycouldheartheothersfromthebackofthe，house，andthevoiceofyoungLangham，whowasgivingan，imitationofMacWilliams，andsingingwithpeculiaremphasis，``ThereisnoplacelikeHome，SweetHome。’’
　　``WhyarethemenguardingthePalms，andwhydidyougotothe，PlazaBolivarthismorningatdaybreak？，Alicesaysyouleftthem，there。Iwanttoknowwhatitmeans。IamnearlyasoldasTed，andheknows。Themenwouldn’ttellme。’’
　　``Whatmen？’’
　　``King’smenfromthe`Vesta’。Isawsomeofthemdodgingaround，inthebushes，andIwenttofindoutwhattheyweredoing，andI
　　walkedintofifteenofthematyouroffice。Theyhave，hammocksswungallovertheveranda，andaquick-firinggunmade，fasttothesteps，andmusketsstackedallabout，justlikereal，soldiers，buttheywouldn’ttellmewhy。’’
　　``We’llputyouinthecarcel，’’saidClay，``ifyougospyingon，ourforces。Yourfatherdoesn’twishyoutoknowanythingabout，it，but，sinceyouhavefounditoutforyourself，youmightas，wellknowwhatlittlethereistoknow。It’sthesamestory。
　　Mendozaisgettingreadytostarthisrevolution，or，rather，he，hasstartedit。’’
　　``Whydon’tyoustophim？’’askedHope。
　　``Youareveryflattering，’’saidClay。``EvenifIcouldstop，him，it’snotmybusinesstodoitasyet。Ihavetowaituntil，heinterfereswithme，ormymines，ormyworkmen。Alvarezis，themanwhoshouldstophim，butheisafraid。Wecannotdo，anythinguntilhemakesthefirstmove。IfIwerethePresident，I’dhaveMendozashotto-morrowmorninganddeclaremartiallaw。
　　ThenI’darresteverybodyIdidn’tlike，andlevyforcedloanson，allthemerchants，andsailawaytoParisandlivehappyever，after。That’swhatMendozawoulddoifhecaughtanyone，plottingagainsthim。Andthat’swhatAlvarezshoulddo，too，accordingtohislights，ifhehadthecourageofhis，convictions，andofhiseducation。Iliketoseeamanplay，hispartproperly，don’tyou？，Ifyouareanemperor，youought，toconductyourselflikeone，asourGermanfrienddoes。Orif，youareaprize-fighter，yououghttobeahumanbulldog。
　　There’snosuchthingasagentlemanlypugilist，anymorethan，therecanbeavirtuousburglar。Andifyou’reaSouthAmerican，Dictator，youcan’taffordtobesqueamishaboutthrowingyour，enemiesintojailorshootingthemfortreason。Thewayto，dictateistodictate，——nottohideindoorsalldaywhileyour，wifeplotsforyou。’’
　　``Doesshedothat？’’askedHope。``Anddoyouthinkshewillbe，indanger——anypersonaldanger，iftherevolutioncomes？’’
　　``Well，sheisveryunpopular，’’Clayanswered，``andunjustly，so，Ithink。Butitwouldbebetter，perhaps，forherifshe，wentasquietlyaspossible，whenshedoesgo。’’
　　``IsourCaptainStuartindanger，too？’’thegirlcontinued，anxiously。``Alicesaystheyputupplacardsabouthimallover，thecitylastnight。Shesawhismentearingthemdownasshe，wascominghome。Whathashedone？’’
　　``Nothing，’’Clayanswered，shortly。``Hehappenstobeina，falseposition，that’sall。Theythinkheisherebecauseheis，notwantedinhisowncountry;thatisnotso。Thatisnot，thereasonheremainshere。Whenhewasevenyoungerthan，heisnow，hewaswildandfoolish，andspentmoremoneythanhe，couldafford，andlentmoremoneytohisbrother-officers，Ihave，nodoubt，thantheyeverpaidback。Hehadtoleavetheregiment，becausehisfatherwouldn’tpayhisdebts，andhehasbeen，sellinghisswordforthelastthreeyearstooneoranotherking，orsultanorpartyallovertheworld，inChinaandMadagascar，andlaterinSiam。IhopeyouwillbeverykindtoStuartand，believewellofhim，andthatyouwilllistentonoevilagainst，him。SomewhereinEnglandStuarthasasisterlikeyou——about，yourage，Imean，thatloveshimverydearly，andafatherwhose，heartachesforhim，andthereisacertainroyalregimentthat，stilldrinkshishealthwithpride。Heisalonelylittlechap，andhehasnosenseofhumortohelphimoutofhisdifficulties，butheisaverybravegentleman。Andheisherefightingfor，menwhoarenotworthytoholdhishorse’sbridle，becauseofa，woman。AndItellyouthisbecauseyouwillhearmanyliesabout，him——andabouther。Heservesherwiththesamesortof，chivalricdevotionthathisancestorsfeltforthewomanwhose，ribbonstheytiedtotheirlances，andforwhomtheyfoughtin，thelists。’’
　　``Iunderstand，’’Hopesaid，softly。``Iamgladyoutold，me。Ishallnotforget。’’，Shesighedandshookherhead。``I
　　wishthey’dletyoumanageitforthem，’’shesaid。
　　Claylaughed。``Ifearmyexecutiveabilityisnotofsohighan，order;besides，asIhaven’tbeenborntoit，myconsciencemight，troublemeifIhadtoshootmyenemiesandrobtheworthy，merchants。Ihadbettersticktodiggingholesintheground。
　　ThatisallIseemtobegoodfor。’’
　　Hopelookedupathim，quickly，insurprise。
　　``Whatdoyoumeanbythat？’’shedemanded。Therewasatoneof，suchsharpreproachinhervoicethatClayfelthimselfputon，thedefensive。
　　``Imeannothingbyit，’’hesaid。``YoursisterandIhada，talktheotherdayaboutaman’smakingthebestofhimself，and，itopenedmyeyesto——tomanythings。Itwasaveryhealthy，lesson。’’
　　``Itcouldnothavebeenaveryhealthylesson，’’Hopereplied，severely，``ifitmakesyouspeakofyourworkslightingly，as，youdidthen。Thatdidn’tsoundatallnatural，orlikeyou。It，soundedlikeAlice。Tellme，didAlicesaythat？’’