"You--it is you who are foolish, Hendrick." She slid from his embrace and held her brimming coffee cup balanced before her, to ward him off. "You think I am really clever, so trust me, Hendrick. Oh there is a great future for us: you say I inspire you; let me! Hendrick De Boer, Chieftain of the Lowlands! My father would have helped you become that. You can build a little empire. Hendrick--why not? Father wanted to make you President of Nareda. Why not build your own Lowland Empire? We have a hundred men now? Why not gather a thousand? Ten thousand? An empire!" "_Ave Maria_," from Gutierrez. "This _nina_ thinks big thoughts!" De Boer raised his bowl. "An empire--De Boer of the Lowlands! Go on; you amuse me. We have a nice start, with this treasure." "Yes. And the ransom money. But you will take me first to Cape Town, Hendrick? We can be married there: I am seventeen in a month." "Of course, Jetta. Haven't I promised?" There was no convincingness to me in the way he said it. "Of course. To Cape Town for our marriage." "Stop! Hendrick, be serious!" He had reached for her again. "Don't be a fool, Hendrick." "Very well," he said. "I am all serious. What is your plan?" * * * * * She was more resourceful this time. She retorted, "This craven Grant, he fears for his life--but he is very smart, Hendrick. I think he is scheming every moment how he can be safely ransomed." "Hah! No doubt of that!" "And he has had experience with Chief Hanley. He knows Hanley's methods, how Hanley will act. Let us see what Grant says of this." She had no plan of her own, but she hoped that by now I had one! And she was making an opportunity for me to put it before De Boer. He said, "There is sense to that, Jetta. If there is any way to fool Hanley, that craven American has no doubt thought it out." She held another drink before him. "Yes. Let us see what he says." He drank; and again as they were near together he caressed her. "What a schemer you are, little bird. You and I are well matched, eh?" "Gutierrez may be watching us!" she warned. They suddenly looked up and saw Gutierrez and me. "Hah!" Fortunately it struck De Boer into further good humor. "Hah--we have an audience! Bring down the prisoner, Gutierrez! Let us see if his wits can get him out of this plight. Come down, Grant!" Gutierrez shoved me down the ladder ahead of him. De Boer stood up and seized me. His great fingers dug into my shoulders. "Sit down, American! It seems you are not to die. _Perhaps_ not." The strength of his fingers was hurting me: he hoped I would wince. Mine was now an ignominious role, indeed, yet I knew it was best. I gasped. "Don't do that: you hurt!" He chuckled and cast me loose. I added, with a show of spirit, "You are a bullying giant. Just because you are bigger than I am--" "Hear that, Jetta? The American finds courage with his coming ransom!" * * * * *