Here, too, the windows stared at him blindly, and he saw no evidence of
occupation; yet he advanced and pounded vigorously on the door. Failing
to rouse any one, he paused to take a general view of the surroundings.
Scattered upon every side were other winter homes, some bleaching
nakedly in the open, others peeping out from luxuriant groves, some
mean and poor, others really beautiful and impressive. He knew that he
was in the heart of Panama's exclusive winter colony, where her wealthy
residents came to avoid the heat.
Unwilling to acknowledge himself beaten, he plodded from one place to
another, calling at all the nearest houses, finding most of them
locked, and begging a glass of water where he chanced to be more
fortunate. Nowhere did he see the girl or the Barbadian woman, nowhere
did he receive an intelligible answer to his questions. The caretakers
looked upon him with suspicion, and made it known that he was
unwelcome, while their women retreated at sight of him. Even the
children were unfriendly. Once, indeed, he heard the name that had been
ringing so steadily in his ears, and it gave him a wild thrill until he
discovered that it was only a negress calling to her child. Afterward
it seemed that he heard it everywhere. On his disconsolate journey home
it was spoken twenty times, being applied indifferently to dogs, cats,
parrots, and naked youngsters, each mention causing him to start and
listen.
Whether the girl had been playing with him, or whether she had been
prevented from keeping her word, was of little moment now. He loved her
and he intended to have her! He shut his teeth grimly and made a vow to
find her if he had to invade every home in Las Savannas, or pull apart
the walls of Panama.
XV
ALIAS JEFFERSON LOCKE
It was fortunate for Kirk, on the whole, that his last expedition had
proved a failure, for his methods were none of the most discreet; and
it was as well, perhaps, that his work on the railroad intervened to
prevent further wild incursions.
He was detailed to ride No. 2, which left Panama at 6.35, returning on
No. 7, which arrived at 7.00 P.M. For a few days he made the run in
company with the train collector, whose position he was destined to
fill; and, as the duties were by no means difficult, he quickly
mastered them. He had quarters assigned to him, and regretfully took
leave of his luxurious room and bath at the Tivoli. He also donned cap
and linen uniform, and became an insignificant, brass-tagged unit in
the army of Canal workers. Ordinarily he would have resented this loss
of individuality, but the novelty of the thing appealed to him, and he
brought a great good-nature to his work, deriving sufficient amusement
from it to prevent it from growing tiresome.
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