It was the plateau on which the new smelter stood. But, changed as it was in the new geography of the flood, Seyd did not recognize it until, scrambling ash.o.r.e with Francesca, he saw above the dark ma.s.s of the buildings the cable and iron ore buckets in dim outline against the sky.

"Why, it's the smelter!" he shouted, in glad surprise. "Ever since the explosion we have kept a man here on guard. _Ola!_ Calixto! _Ola! Ola!_"

While he was calling a yellow oblong broke out of the building's ma.s.s, framing the black silhouette of a man. "It is the _jefe_!" They heard his comment to his woman inside, then, uttering a volley of surprised "_Caramba's!_" he came rushing down the bank with his lantern.

When Francesca's pale wet face shone under its sudden glow he dropped the lantern, which, fortunately, did not go out. Picking it up again, he lighted their way to the adobe that had served Billy for house and office while the smelter was building.

For use during the rains, a chimney and wide hearth had been installed in the adobe, and while Calixto was building a roaring fire Seyd directed a piratical raid on Billy's trunks. At first his search returned only muddy overalls and soiled clothing of various sorts, but at the very bottom--just as they had been placed by the hands of a careful mother--a new suit of flannel pajamas and a voluminous woolen bathrobe appeared. When, with some misgivings, and confused, he suggested a change, a touch of the girl's old archness flashed out. Her smile was almost mischievous as she returned thanks.

"I'm sorry there's nothing better to offer." The smile emboldened him to add: "But they will serve till we have something to eat. Then you may have the fire all to yourself to dry your own things."

She smiled again when, returning with food and coffee prepared by Calixto's woman, he exclaimed, "You look like the Queen of Sheba!"

With the brown-black hair swinging almost to her knees and the bathrobe--a gorgeous affair in pink chosen with an eye to Billy's vivid taste--belted in to her waist and pajamas ballooning beneath over small bare feet, she did look Oriental. When the coffee and food had relit her eyes and restored her usual faint color he was sure that she had never looked so distractingly pretty. The effect was not diminished either by her small vexed frowns at the revelations of smooth whiteness caused by the persistent slipping of the wide sleeves. When, as they sat by the fire after the meal, warmth and fatigue moved her to a yawn and he caught the full redness of her mouth before she could cover it the intimacy of it all sent the blood drumming through his pulses. If her serious eyes restrained him, they did not repress his thought.

"I have you--now! I have you at last, and I'll never let you go again!"

Undoubtedly she furnished the inspiration which kindled a sudden light in his eyes. "Why not?" he urged against the one objection that occurred in his thought. "It's an awful smash at the conventions, but--it's the only way. He locked me in to drown--and do you suppose that he'd hesitate if he were here now in my shoes? I guess not. And if he would, I won't. By the Lord, I'll do it!"

He rose soon after reaching his conclusion. "You must be very tired, so I'll go now and leave you to dry your things. You know, we start early in the morning."

"Start early?" She opened her sleepy eyes.

"Listen!" He took her gently by both shoulders. "We have been held apart so far by all sorts of accidents and misunderstandings. You know how closely we came to utter shipwreck?" Her shiver answering, he went on, "Now, will you trust--leave all to me?"

She had been no woman if she had not divined the restraint behind his quiet during the last warm hour, and, rising suddenly upon small bare toes, she paid him for his consideration. "I will do anything you say."

CHAPTER XXV

Breaking through the stream of ocean vapors, the morning sun showed the jungle raising a languid head above the ruins of the flood. Long rents in its green mantle, bare patches of yellow mud, dark bruises where acres of debris had been piled in twisted ma.s.ses, testified to the force of the wave. But, overlooking the wreckage from the smelter, Seyd took notice princ.i.p.ally of a fact that suited his purpose--the river had been swept clean of driftwood. Not since the beginning of the rains had it shown such open stretches.

"Good!" he muttered. "The sooner we get away the better. I'll call her at once."

When, however, he knocked at the office door Francesca answered "Come!"

When he entered she smiled at his surprise. "You said that we were to start early. Here I am, dressed and dried."

"Not before breakfast," he laughed. "It is ready. I'll have it brought right in."

All through the meal her eyes questioned, but, denying her curiosity, he talked of anything and everything but that which filled her mind. Even when, clothed in his waterproof, she took her seat opposite him in the stern of the dugout he denied their eloquent appeal. While sending the boat with vigorous strokes flying downstream he drew her attention to this and that phase of devastation and commented on the beauty of the morning, but not a word as to his purpose. It was cruel, and her eyes said so. But, remorseless, he held on till, about midway of the morning, they sighted San Nicolas. All the way down he had hugged the Santa Gertrudis side, and she received the first inkling when he replied to her question if it were not time to pull across.

"We are not going there."

"Not going there?" she repeated, surprised.

"No, we shall keep right on--down to sea."

"The sea?"

"The sea." He nodded firmly. "And the minute we land there we're going to be married."

The idea was altogether too radical to be absorbed at once. No doubt she thought he was joking, for a smile broke around her mouth. Not until they were almost opposite San Nicolas did it give place to puzzled alarm.

"But, senor--Rob--Roberto." She changed it in answer to his quick look.

"But, Roberto--"

"Might as well make it Bob," he cut in, crisply. "It may seem strange at first, but seeing that we're to be married you might as well begin to get used to it now."

The San Nicolas walls now lay, a long, warm band, across their beam.

From them her glance returned to the pendulum swing of his body.

Finality centered in his steady stroke. It told that he had settled down for the day. Had he calculated its effect beforehand he could not have done better. Accustomed to Spanish deference, she was nonplussed by his authoritative air, yet its very unusualness invested it with a certain charm.

"But--Bob?" Somehow the curt appellation acquired grace and softness from her Spanish lisp. It fell so prettily that he made her repeat it.

But, though she added to its attraction an appealing glance, he remained grimly obdurate.

"Give me time to think?"

"All you want. At this speed"--the oars creaked under his stroke--"you will have about twenty-four hours."

She looked at him, frightened. "_Please?_ At least let us talk it over."

The cheerful roll of oars in the rowlocks returned wooden answer.

"Won't you?"

He stopped rowing and sat regarding her sternly. "I'm allowing you more time than you gave me. If"--he paused, then, judging it necessary, relentlessly continued--"if _he_ were here in my place do you suppose--"

"Oh, he would! He did! After he had insured me against--"

"--Me," he supplied, with a dogged shake of the head, then went on, "Well, even if he would, I won't." As he bent again to the oars the touch of admiration that leavened her undoubted fright paid tribute to his stubborn logic. Settling to his stroke, he began again: "Supposing that I complied and put you ash.o.r.e at San Nicolas? Do you think that Don Luis would be any more favorably inclined toward me? You know that he wouldn't. I should do well to escape with my life. But if you go back as my wife--well, the most they can do is to turn us out. Of course I can understand your feeling. It will be a frightful breach of the conventions--"

"No, it is not that," she interrupted him. "My friends will be scandalized, _si_, but they are long ago broken to that. They would be dreadfully disappointed if I did not fulfil their predictions by making a shameful end. And it isn't--he. It is wicked to acknowledge it, but I know--I know now that no matter how hard I tried to school myself I should sooner or later have run away to you. They'll think it shocking--my friends, my mother--but I can endure it."

"And that can be avoided. I'll take you away--throw up everything here--make a new start somewhere else."

"No! no!" She shook her head. "Your work is here, and I am just as proud of it as you could be. Let them chatter. No, it isn't even that."

"Then what is it?"

"You wouldn't understand. It is silly, just a woman's reason. No, you would not understand."

"I'll try."

"It is _so_ foolish." Nevertheless, encouraged by his sympathy, she continued: "Do you know that since the first kiss pa.s.sed between us a year ago we have had speech together only for a few minutes in the presence of others? And her courtship is of such supreme importance in a girl's life. It is her love time, and she loves to lengthen and draw out its lingering sweetness. And ours has been so short."

It was the poignant cry of her girl's heart expressing the yearning of her starved love, and, coming from such spirited lips, it moved him deeply. Slipping the oars, he seized her two hands and pulled her forward into his arms. Then, while her dark head lay pillowed upon his shoulder, he continued the argument to better advantage.