“But you, you will not risk your life? What shall we do if anything happens to you?”
She was strung to that tense pitch when unguarded speech bubbles forth the soul’s secrets. All she knew was that Courtenay was looking at her as a man looks at the woman he loves. And that sufficed. The mere sound of her name on his lips was music. He told her to go, yet held her hand a willing prisoner. His words had the sound of a prayer, but it was the orison of a knight to his lady. He bade her fear not, while he trembled a little himself, though she well knew it was not fear which shook him. Neither of them paid heed to the presence of Suarez. For an instant they had a glimpse of heaven, but the curiously harsh voice of the Spanish miner fell on their ears, and they came back to earth with a sudden drop.
“The Feathered People are singing their war chant,” he said, and his gesture seemed to ask them to listen. They started apart, and it was not Elsie alone who blushed. Courtenay crimsoned beneath the tan on his face, and pretended a mighty interest in the doings of the savages. The girl recovered her self-control more rapidly. She half whispered the meaning of the miner’s cry, whereon Courtenay tried to laugh.
“They will be singing a dirge next,” said he with a jaunty confidence. “Now, Elsie, off with you! Be sure I shall come and tell you when you may appear on deck.”
She hurried away. She recked naught of the Alaculof challenge. Though the raucous notes of the tuneless lay could be heard plainly enough, they did not reach her ears. When she raced down the saloon companion she found Christobal bending over the small case of instruments he always carried. He straightened himself in his peculiarly stiff way.
“What did the captain want?” he asked, with a suspicious peevishness which, for once, detracted from his habitual courtesy. The note of distrust jarred Elsie back into her senses.
“He wished me to translate Señor Suarez’s explanation of another smoke signal,” she answered.
“Oh, was that all?”
“Practically all.”
“He told you himself, I suppose, that he wished you to stay here.”