Part 30 (1/2)

”Where are we going?” she whispered.

”We're going to the tunnel to save your father,” answered Roddy.

The girl gave a little sigh of content and again sank back into the shelter of his arm.

They pa.s.sed the fortress, giving it a wide berth, and turned in toward the sh.o.r.e. The city now lay far to the right, and the clamor of the conflict came to them but faintly.

”Tell me,” said Roddy, ”why did you come to the wharf?” He seemed to be speaking of something that had happened far back in the past, of a matter which he remembered as having once been of vivid importance, but which now was of consequence only in that it concerned her.

Reluctantly Inez broke the silence that had enveloped them.

”They came to the house and arrested Pedro,” she said. To her also the subject seemed to be of but little interest. She spoke as though it were only with an effort she could recall the details. ”I knew you needed him to convince father you were friends. So, as he could not come, I came. Did I do right?”

”Whatever you do is right,” answered Roddy. ”We might as well start life with that proposition as a fixed fact.”

”And do you want me with you now?” whispered the girl.

”Do I want you with me!” Roddy exclaimed, in mock exasperation. ”Don't provoke me!” he cried. ”I am trying,” he protested, ”to do my duty, while what I would like to do is to point this boat the other way, and elope with you to Curacao. So, if you love your father, don't make yourself any more distractingly attractive than you are at this moment. If you don't help me to be strong I will run away with you.”

Inez laughed, softly and happily, and, leaning toward him, kissed him.

”That's not helping me!” protested Roddy.

”It is for the last time,” said Inez, ”until my father is free.”

”That may not be for months!” cried Roddy.

”It is for the last time,” repeated Inez.

Roddy concealed the launch in the cove below El Morro and, taking from the locker a flask of brandy and an extra torch, led the way up the hill. When they drew near to the fortress, fearing a possible ambush, he left Inez and proceeded alone to reconnoitre. But El Morro was undisturbed, and as he and McKildrick had left it. He returned for Inez, and at the mouth of the tunnel halted and pointed to a place well suited for concealment.

”You will wait there,” he commanded.

”No,” returned the girl quietly, ”I will go with you. You forget I am your sponsor, and,” she added gently, ”I am more than that. After this, where you go, I go.”

As she spoke there came from the wharf of the custom-house, lying a mile below them, a flash of flame. It was followed by others, and instantly, like an echo, the guns of the fort replied.

”Shrapnel!” cried Roddy. ”They've captured the artillery barracks, and we haven't a moment to lose!”

He threw himself on the levers that moved the slabs of stone and forced them apart. Giving Inez his hand, he ran with her down the steps of the tunnel.

”But why,” cried Inez, ”is there more need for haste now than before?”

Roddy could not tell her the a.s.sault of the Rojas party on the fortress might lead to a reprisal in the a.s.sa.s.sination of her father.

”The sound of the cannon,” he answered evasively, ”will drown out what we do.”

Roddy was now more familiar with the various windings of the tunnel, and they advanced quickly. Following the circles of light cast by their torches, they moved so rapidly that when they reached the wall both were panting. Roddy held his watch in front of the light and cried out with impatience.

”Ten minutes!” he exclaimed, ”and every minute--” He checked himself and turned to the wall. The dynamite, with the cap and fuse attached, was as McKildrick had placed it. For a tamp he scooped up from the surface of the tunnel a handful of clay, and this he packed tightly over the cap, leaving the fuse free. He led Inez back to a safe distance from the wall, and there, with eyes fastened on Roddy's watch, they waited. The seconds dragged interminably. Neither spoke, and the silence of the tunnel weighed upon them like the silence of a grave. But even buried as they were many feet beneath the ramparts, they could hear above them the reverberations of the cannon.