“Quick!” commanded Inez. “You must hide in the garden.” Her voice was cold with displeasure. “When they have gone Pedro will tell you and you will leave. And,” she added, “you will see that you do not return.”
The words sobered Roddy. They left him smarting, and they left him quite cool. After her speech he could not accept the hospitality of the garden. And his hiding there might even further compromise her. He saw only one way out; to rush the nearest policeman and in the uncertain light, hope, unrecognized, to escape. But even that chance left the police free to explain, in their own way, why the Señorita Rojas was in the company of a man who fled before them.
“Do you hear?” whispered Inez. “Hide yourself!”
With a cry of dismay Pedro forced Roddy into the shadow.
“It is too late!” he exclaimed.
Standing in the gateway of the garden, clearly illuminated by the moonlight, stood Señora Rojas, with her arm in that of Pino Vega.
In spite of himself, Roddy emitted an excited chuckle. In the presence of such odds his self-reproaches fell from him. He felt only a pleasing thrill of danger. This was no time for regrets or upbraidings. The situation demanded of him only quick action and that he should keep his head. As Roddy now saw it, he was again the base-runner, beset in front and rear. He missed only the shouts and cheers of thousands of partisans. The players of the other side were closing in and shortening the distance in which he could turn and run. They had him in a trap, and, in another instant, the ball would touch him. It was quite time, Roddy decided, to “slide!” Still hidden by the shadow of the thatched roof, he dropped at the feet of Inez, and, before she could understand his purpose, had turned quickly on his face and lowered himself into the harbor. There was a faint splash and a shower of phosphorescence. Roddy’s fingers still clung to the edge of the wharf, and Inez, sinking to her knees, brought her face close to his.
“Come back!” she commanded. “Come back! You will drown!” She gave a sudden gasp of horror. “The sharks!” she whispered. “You could not live a moment.” With both hands she dragged at his sleeve.
Roddy cast a quick glance at the moon. A friendly cloud was hastening to his aid. He saw that if, for a moment longer, he could remain concealed, he would under cover of the brief eclipse, be able to swim to safety. He drew free of Inez, and, treading water, fearful even to breathe, watched the lanterns of the police halt at the wharf.