“Oh, don’t let me detain you,” bowed the Mexican. “It has been my
pleasure to chat a few moments with you, and I will easily find others,
although they may be less entertaining.”
As Elsie and Inza moved away, the former said:
“I don’t like the way he was talking to you, Inza, and I fancied you
didn’t like it, either. I saw something in your manner—your
movements—that made me think he was saying things he should not. What
was he saying?”
“Oh, nothing more than a lot of foolishness,” Inza laughed. “He’s a
clever talker.”
“Altogether too clever,” said Elsie. “He’s just what I said he was, a
snake. There are beautiful snakes, you know, and Porfias del Norte is of
that variety.”
“I am not in the least afraid of him,” laughed Inza. “The most beautiful
snakes are usually perfectly harmless. The venomous kind are hideous and
repulsive.”
“Still I fear you underrate the danger of having anything to do with
that man. When I saw you with him a chill ran over me. When I saw him
bend toward you, speaking swiftly, with that strange look on his face
and in his eyes, my blood was cold in my body. Inza, do beware of him.
Bart dislikes him quite as much as I do. Bart says he is one who strikes
at an enemy’s back.”
“That’s not strange coming from Bart,” said Inza, “for he is one who
always forms violent prejudices. But it does seem strange that you
should feel so strongly about Porfias del Norte. I think you must have
absorbed it from Bart.”
“No! no! I felt it the first time I saw the man. I didn’t know what Bart
thought until I said something about him. Last night I dreamed of him. I
suppose it was because he came upon us so softly and suddenly while we
were chatting on the deck of the _Sachem_. You know I couldn’t bear to
listen when he started to sing, but after I left you I was sorry I did
so. In the night I dreamed that I saw you asleep, with a great cluster
of crimson flowers on your bosom. I remained still in order that I might
not awaken you. I could see your bosom rising and falling as you
breathed. Suddenly I saw a hideously deformed creature creeping into the
room where you lay. It was like a man, yet like a beast. I can’t
describe it. But a terrible horror came upon me as I watched.
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