They ordered, helter-skelter, in a clamor of surprise and inquiry. "Argentine, what're you giving us!" "What's the big idea?" "You're kidding!"
"On the level. Argentine. To-morrow. Say, listen to me. I've got hold of the biggest proposition that ever came down the pike. Six million acres of land—good land, that'll raise anything from hell to breakfast. Do you know what people are paying for land in California right now? I'll tell you. Five hundred, six hundred, a thousand dollars an acre. And I've got six million acres of land sewed up in Argentine that I can sell for fifty cents an acre and make—listen to what I'm telling you—and make a hundred per cent. profit. The Government's backing me—they'd give me the whole of Argentine. I tell you there's millions in it!"
He was full of radiant energy and power. Her imagination leaped to grasp the bigness of this project. Thousands of lives altered, thousands of families migrating, cities, villages, railroads built. She felt his kiss on her lips, and that old, inexplicable, magnetic attraction. The throbbing music beat in her veins like the voice of it. He smiled at her, holding out his arms, and she went into them with recklessness and longing.
They were carried together on waves of rhythm, his arms around her, her loosened hair tumbling backward on her neck.
"I'm mad about you!"
"And you're going away?"
"Sorry?"
"Sorry? Bored. You always do!"
He laughed.
"Not on your life! This time I'm taking you with me."