y to a point where he
could descend to the water's edge and made his way along the foot of the
little bluff. Peering into the shadows, he called in vain to the
Mexican.
Out beyond the point where the cliff shadow lay on the water there were
tiny shimmering waves, but in that shadow he could see nothing.
"I'm afraid this is rather a serious matter for Jose Murillo," he
muttered. "Had I realized the scoundrel couldn't swim, I'd followed him
into the lake and pulled him out. I take it he's gone."
Juanita called to him from above:
"Can't you see him, Senyor Carkaire?"
"Don't be alarmed, Juanita," he answered. "I'm coming back there. I'll
be with you in a moment."
He took one last look in search of the Mexican.
"I had to defend myself," he thought. "I'm sorry I was concerned in it,
but I think Jose Murillo will trouble Juanita no more."
She was waiting in a trembling anxiety as he reappeared. He picked up
his coat and put it on.
"Deed you find heem?"
"Not a trace," answered Carker. "He must have sunk like a stone. It's an
unfortunate affair, Juanita, but you have no further cause to fear that
man. Come, little girl, I'll take you back to the house. Give me your
arm."
Timidly she clung to his arm, and they turned their steps toward Merry
Home.
"Do you believe in fate?" asked Carker.
"Si, senyor. Eet was fate that I should meet Senyor Murillo as I deed."
"And it was fate that led me here. I have been seeking an opportunity to
speak with you all the afternoon. You would not give me a chance. Every
time I approached you ran away from me. Why did you do so, Juanita?"
"Why deed you weesh to speak with me?"
"I had something I wished to say. Juanita, I can't seem to find the
words. I presume I'm rather excited. That's natural under the
circumstances. It was something about you that bewitched me. It must
have been your eyes."
"Oo, what ees eet you say, senyor? You theenk I do not know sometheeng.
On the train you tell of the girl who would not marree you--the girl who
marree the other man. You meet her in the car with Senyora Badgaire. I
know! I know! She ees the one! You luf her!"
"I may as well make a clean breast of it," said Carker. "I thought I did
once. She gave me the shake, Juanita. It's all over now."
"How can you say that? You theenk me a foolish girl to believe you? Wait
and I weel tell you what I see. This afternoon you meet her in the
little retreat of the shrubbery. I deed not
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