Part 8 (1/2)
”Chuck it, old man,” put in Lord James. ”Miss Leslie knows as well as you do that one or more of the steamers chartered by her father must certainly have sighted your signal flag within a fortnight. I merely had the luck to be first.”
”A lot of things can happen inside two weeks, down on the Mozambique coast. Eh, Miss Jenny?” said Blake.
For the moment, forgetful even of her father, Genevieve clasped her gloved hands and gazed upwards over the heads of the rus.h.i.+ng mult.i.tude at a vision of swampy lagoons, of palm clumps and tangled jungles, of towering cliffs, and hot sand beaches, all aglare with the fierce downbeat of the tropical sun.
CHAPTER V
A REFRACTORY HERO
A short, stout, gray-haired man burst out of the crowd, jerked off his hat to Mrs. Gantry, and hastened forward, his gray-brown eyes fixed hungrily upon Genevieve. A moment later he had her in his arms. She returned his embrace with fervor yet with a well-bred quietness that drew a nod of approval from Mrs. Gantry.
”So! you're home--at last--my dear!” commented Mr. Leslie, patting his daughter's back with a sallow, vein-corded hand.
”At last, papa! I should have hurried to you at once, in spite of your cables, if you hadn't said you were starting for Arizona.”
”Couldn't tell how long I'd be on that trip. Wanted you to enjoy the month in England, since Lady Chetwynd had asked you. But come now. I must see you started home. Cut short one Board meeting. Must be at another within half an hour.”
He stepped apart from her and jerked out his watch.
”Yes, papa, only--” She paused and looked at him earnestly. ”Did you not receive my telegram, that we had met Mr. Blake and Lord James in New York, and that they were to come on with us?”
”Hey?” snapped Mr. Leslie, his eyes glinting keen and cold below their s.h.a.ggy brows. First to be transfixed by their glance was young Ashton, who stood toying with the fringe of Dolores' m.u.f.f. ”What's this, sir?
What you doing here?”
Ashton gave back a trifle before the older man's irascibility, but answered with easy a.s.surance: ”I thought it would do no harm to run down for a few days. All work at Michamac is stopped--frozen up tight.”
”It's not the way your father got his start in life--frivolity! Stick to your work all the time--stick!” rejoined Mr. Leslie. He turned and met the monocled stare of the earl. ”H'm. This, I suppose, is the gentleman who--”
”My dear Herbert, permit me,” interposed Mrs. Gantry. ”Ah--the Right Honorable the Earl of Avondale: I have the honor to present--”
”Glad to meet you, sir!” broke in Mr. Leslie, clutching the Englishman's hand in a nervous grip. ”Glad of the chance to thank you in person!”
”But, I say, I'm not the right man, y' know,” protested Lord James.
”The small part I had in it is not worth mentioning.” He laid a hand on Blake's broad shoulder. ”It's my friend Thomas Blake you should thank.”
Mr. Leslie stepped back and eyed Blake's impa.s.sive face with marked coldness. ”Your friend Blake?” he repeated.
”Old friend--camp-mate, chum--all over Western America and South Africa. It's he who's ent.i.tled to the credit for the rescue of Miss Leslie.”
”We'll talk about your part later. You'll, of course, call on us,” said Mr. Leslie. He fixed his narrowing eyes on Blake. ”H'm. So you're Tom Blake--the same one.”
”That's no lie,” replied Blake dryly.
”You heard me say I'm busy. Have no time to-day. I'll give you an appointment for to-morrow, at my office, ten A. M. sharp.”
”Thanks. But you're a bit too previous,” said Blake. ”I haven't asked for any appointment with you that I know of.”
”But, Tom!” exclaimed Genevieve, astonished at the hostility in his tone, ”of course you'll go. Papa wishes to thank you for--for all you've done. To-day, you see, he's so very busy.”