Cuba -- History -- Revolution, 1895-1898 -- Fiction
O'Reilly arose early the next morning and hurried down to the office of
the Junta, hoping that he could convince Mr. Enriquez of the folly of
allowing Norine Evans to have her way. By the light of day Miss Evans's
project seemed more hare-brained than ever, and he suspected that
Enriquez had acquiesced in it only because of a natural inability to
refuse anything to a pretty woman--that was typically Cuban. But his
respect for Miss Evans's energy and initiative deepened when, on
arriving at 56 New Street, he discovered that she had forestalled him
and was even then closeted with the man he had come to see. Johnnie
waited uneasily; he was dismayed when the girl finally appeared, with
Enriquez in tow, for the man's face was radiant.
"It's all settled," she announced, at sight of O'Reilly. "I've speeded
them up."
"You're an early riser," the latter remarked. "I hardly expected--"
Enriquez broke in. "Such enthusiasm! Such ardor! She whirls a person
off his feet."
"It seems that the Junta lacks money for another expedition, so I've
made up the deficit. We'll be off in a week."
"Really? Then you're actually--going?"
"Of course."
"It was like a gift from Heaven," Enriquez cried. "Our last
embarrassment is removed, and--"
But Johnnie interrupted him. "You're crazy, both of you," he declared,
irritably. "Cuba is no place for an American girl. I'm not thinking so
much about the danger of capture on the way down as the hardship after
she gets there and the fact that she will be thrown among all sorts of
men."
The elder man lifted his head. "Every Cuban will know who Miss Evans
is, and what she has done for our cause. You do not seem to have a high
regard for our chivalry, sir."
"There!" Norine was triumphant.
"There is bound to be some danger, of course," Enriquez continued, "for
the coast is well patrolled; but once the expedition is landed, Miss
Evans will be among friends. She will be as safe in our camps as if she
were in her own home."
"Don't be hateful, and argumentative, or I'll begin to think you're a
born chaperon," Miss Evans exclaimed. "Come! Make up your mind to
endure me. And now you're going to help me buy my tropical outfit."
With a smile and a nod at Enriquez she took O'Reilly's arm and bore him
away.
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