The cry was drowned in a yell of exultation, and men sprang cheering to their chairs waving their napkins above their heads, and those who wore swords drew them and flashed them in the air, and the quiet, lazy good-nature of the breakfast was turned into an uproarious scene of wild excitement.Clay pushed back his chair from the head of the table with an anxious look at the servants gathered about the open door, and Weimer clutched frantically at Langham's elbow and whispered, ``What did I say?
For heaven's sake, how did it begin?''
The outburst ceased as suddenly as it had started, and old General Rojas, the Vice-President, called out, ``What is said is said, but it must not be repeated.''
Stuart waited until after the rest had gone, and Clay led him out to the end of the veranda.``Now will you kindly tell me what that was?'' Clay asked.``It didn't sound like champagne.''
``No,'' said the other, ``I thought you knew.Alvarez means to proclaim himself Dictator, if he can, before the spring elections.''
``And are you going to help him?''
``Of course,'' said the Englishman, simply.
``Well, that's all right,'' said Clay, ``but there's no use shouting the fact all over the shop like that--and they shouldn't drag me into it.''
Stuart laughed easily and shook his head.``It won't be long before you'll be in it yourself,'' he said.
Clay awoke early Friday morning to hear the shutters beating viciously against the side of the house, and the wind rushing through the palms, and the rain beating in splashes on the zinc roof.It did not come soothingly and in a steady downpour, but brokenly, like the rush of waves sweeping over a rough beach.He turned on the pillow and shut his eyes again with the same impotent and rebellious sense of disappointment that he used to feel when he had wakened as a boy and found it storming on his holiday, and he tried to sleep once more in the hope that when he again awoke the sun would be shining in his eyes; but the storm only slackened and did not cease, and the rain continued to fall with dreary, relentless persistence.The men climbed the muddy road to the Palms, and viewed in silence the wreck which the night had brought to their plants and garden paths.Rivulets of muddy water had cut gutters over the lawn and poured out from under the veranda, and plants and palms lay bent and broken, with their broad leaves bedraggled and coated with mud.The harbor and the encircling mountains showed dimly through a curtain of warm, sticky rain.To something that Langham said of making the best of it, MacWilliams replied, gloomily, that he would not be at all surprised if the ladies refused to leave the ship and demanded to be taken home immediately.``I am sorry,'' Clay said, simply; ``I wanted them to like it.''
The men walked back to the office in grim silence, and took turns in watching with a glass the arms of the semaphore, three miles below, at the narrow opening of the bay.Clay smiled nervously at himself, with a sudden sinking at the heart, and with a hot blush of pleasure, as he thought of how often he had looked at its great arms out lined like a mast against the sky, and thanked it in advance for telling him that she was near.In the harbor below, the vessels lay with bare yards and empty decks, the wharves were deserted, and only an occasional small boat moved across the beaten surface of the bay.
But at twelve o'clock MacWilliams lowered the glass quickly, with a little gasp of excitement, rubbed its moist lens on the inside of his coat and turned it again toward a limp strip of bunting that was crawling slowly up the halyards of the semaphore.Asecond dripping rag answered it from the semaphore in front of the Custom-House, and MacWilliams laughed nervously and shut the glass.
``It's red,'' he said; ``they've come.''
They had planned to wear white duck suits, and go out in a launch with a flag flying, and they had made MacWilliams purchase a red cummerbund and a pith helmet; but they tumbled into the launch now, wet and bedraggled as they were, and raced Weimer in his boat, with the American flag clinging to the pole, to the side of the big steamer as she drew slowly into the bay.Other row-boats and launches and lighters began to push out from the wharves, men appeared under the sagging awnings of the bare houses along the river-front, and the custom and health officers in shining oil-skins and puffing damp cigars clambered over the side.
``I see them,'' cried Langham, jumping up and rocking the boat in his excitement.``There they are in the bow.That's Hope waving.Hope! hullo, Hope!'' he shouted, ``hullo!'' Clay recognized her standing between the younger sister and her father, with the rain beating on all of them, and waving her hand to Langham.The men took off their hats, and as they pulled up alongside she bowed to Clay and nodded brightly.They sent Langham up the gangway first, and waited until he had made his greetings to his family alone.
``We have had a terrible trip, Mr.Clay,'' Miss Langham said to him, beginning, as people will, with the last few days, as though they were of the greatest importance; ``and we could see nothing of you at the mines at all as we passed--only a wet flag, and a lot of very friendly workmen, who cheered and fired off pans of dynamite.''
``They did, did they?'' said Clay, with a satisfied nod.
``That's all right, then.That was a royal salute in your honor.
Kirkland had that to do.He's the foreman of A opening.I am awfully sorry about this rain--it spoils everything.''
``I hope it hasn't spoiled our breakfast,'' said Mr.Langham.
``We haven't eaten anything this morning, because we wanted a change of diet, and the captain told us we should be on shore before now.''
``We have some carriages for you at the wharf, and we will drive you right out to the Palms,'' said young Langham.``It's shorter by water, but there's a hill that the girls couldn't climb today.
