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off whatever came in his way。 He seemed to consider any one who
opposed him； or who even disagreed with his conclusions； as
offering a personal affront。 With indignation he launched into
his grievance。
〃These people；〃 he declared； 〃are dogs in the manger； and Ward is
the worst of the lot。 He knows no more of archaeology than a
congressman。 The man's a faker！ He showed me a spear…head of
obsidian and called it flint； and he said the Aztecs borrowed from
the Mayas； and that the Toltecs were a myth。 And he got the Aztec
solar calendar mixed with the Ahau。 He's as ignorant as that。〃
〃I can't believe it！〃 exclaimed Everett。
〃You may laugh；〃 protested the professor； 〃but the ruins of Cobre
hold secrets the students of two continents are trying to solve。
They hide the history of a lost race； and I submit it's not proper
one man should keep that knowledge from the world； certainly
not for a few gold armlets！〃
Everett raised his eyes。
〃What makes you say that？〃' he demanded。
〃I've been kicking my heels in this town for a month；〃 Peabody
told him； 〃and I've talked to the people here； and to the Harvard
expedition at Copan； and everybody tells me this fellow has found
treasure。〃 The archaeologist exclaimed with indignation： 〃What's
gold；〃 he snorted； 〃compared to the discovery of a lost race？〃
〃I applaud your point of view；〃 Everett assured him。 〃I am to see the
President tomorrow； and I will lay the matter before him。 I'll ask him
to give you a look in。〃
To urge his treaty of extradition was the reason for the audience with
the President； and with all the courtesy that a bad case demanded
Mendoza protested against it。 He pointed out that governments
entered into treaties only when the ensuing benefits were mutual。
For Amapala in a treaty of extradition he saw no benefit。 Amapala
was not so far 〃advanced〃 as to produce defaulting bank presidents；
get…rich…quick promoters； counterfeiters； and thieving cashiers。 Her
fugitives were revolutionists who had fought and lost； and every one
was glad to have them go； and no one wanted them back。
〃Or；〃 suggested the President； 〃suppose I am turned out by a
revolution； and I seek asylum in your country？ My enemies desire
my life。 They would ask for my extradition〃
〃If the offense were political；〃 Everett corrected； 〃my government
would surrender no one。〃
〃But my enemies would charge me with murder；〃 explained the
President。 〃Remember Castro。 And by the terms of the treaty your
government would be forced to surrender me。 And I am shot against
the wall。〃 The President shrugged his shoulders。 〃That treaty would
not be nice for me！〃
〃Consider the matter as a patriot；〃 said the diplomat。 〃Is it good that
the criminals of my country should make their home in yours？ When
you are so fortunate as to have no dishonest men of your own； why
import ours？ We don't seek the individual。 We want to punish him
only as a warning to others。 And we want the money he takes with
him。 Often it is the savings of the very poor。〃
The President frowned。 It was apparent that both the subject and
Everett bored him。
〃I name no names；〃 exclaimed Mendoza； 〃but to those who come
here we owe the little railroads we possess。 They develop our mines
and our coffee plantations。 In time they will make this country very
modern； very rich。 And some you call criminals we have learned to
love。 Their past does not concern us。 We shut our ears。 We do not
spy。 They have come to us as to a sanctuary； and so long as they claim
the right of sanctuary； I will not violate it。〃
As Everett emerged from the cool； dark halls of the palace into
the glare of the plaza he was scowling； and he acknowledged the
salute of the palace guard as though those gentlemen had offered
him an insult。
Garland was waiting in front of a cafe and greeted him with a
mocking grin。
〃Congratulations；〃 he shouted。
〃I have still twenty…two days；〃 said Everett
。
The aristocracy of Camaguay invited the new minister to formal
dinners of eighteen courses； and to picnics less formal。 These
latter Everett greatly enjoyed； because while Monica Ward was too
young to attend the state dinners； she was exactly the proper age
for the all…day excursions to the waterfalls； the coffee plantations；
and the asphalt lakes。 The native belles of Camaguay took no
pleasure in riding farther afield than the military parade…ground。
Climbing a trail so steep that you viewed the sky between the ears
of your pony； or where with both hands you forced a way through
hanging vines and creepers； did not appeal。 But to Monica； with
the seat and balance of a cowboy； riding astride； with her leg straight
and the ball of her foot just feeling the stirrup； these expeditions were
the happiest moments in her exile。 So were they to Everett； and that
on the trail one could ride only in single file was a most poignant
regret。 In the column the place of honor was next to whoever rode
at the head； but Everett relinquished this position in favor of Monica。
By this manoeuvre she always was in his sight； and he could call
upon her to act as his guide and to explain what lay on either hand。
His delight and wonder in her grew daily。 He found that her mind
leaped instantly and with gratitude to whatever was most fair。 Just
out of reach of her pony's hoofs he pressed his own pony forward；
and she pointed out to him what in the tropic abundance about them
she found most beautiful。 Sometimes it was the tumbling waters of
a cataract； sometimes； high in the topmost branches of a ceiba…tree；
a gorgeous orchid； sometimes a shaft of sunshine as rigid as a
search…light； piercing the shadow of the jungle。 At first she would
turn in the saddle and call to him； but as each day they grew to know
each other better she need only point with her whip…hand and he would
answer； 〃Yes；〃 and each knew the other understood。
As a body； the exiles resented Everett。 They knew his purpose in
regard to the treaty； and for them he always must be the enemy。
Even though as a man they might like him； they could not forget
that his presence threatened their peace and safety。 Chester Ward
treated him with impeccable politeness； but； although his house
was the show…place of Camaguay； he never invited the American
minister to cross the threshold。 On account of Monica； Everett
regretted this and tried to keep the relations of her brother and
himself outwardly pleasant。 But Ward made it difficult。 To no
one was his manner effusive； and for Monica only he seemed to
hold any real feeling。 The two were alone in the world； he was
her only relative； and to the orphan he had been father and mother。
When she was a child he had bought her toys and dolls； now； had
the sisters permitted； he would have dressed her in imported frocks；
and with jewels killed her loveliness。 He seemed to understand
how to spend his money as little as did the gossips of Camaguay
understand from whence it came。
That Monica knew why her brother lived in Camaguay Everett was
uncertain。 She did not complain of living there； but she was not
at rest； and constantly she was asking Everett of foreign lands。
As Everett was homesick for them； he was most eloquent。
〃I should like to see them for myself；〃 said Monica； 〃but until my
brother's work here is finished we must wait。 And I am young；
and after a few years Europe will be just as old。 When my brother
leaves Amapala； he promises to take me wherever I ask to go： to
London； to Paris； to Rome。 So I read and read of them； books of
history； books about painting； books about the cathedrals。 But
the more I read the more I want to go at once； and that is disloyal。〃
〃Disloyal？〃 asked Everett。
〃To my brother；〃 explained Monica。 〃He does so much for me。
I should think only of his work。 That is all that really counts。
For the world is waiting to learn what he has discovered。 It is
like having a brother go in search of the North Pole。 You are
proud of what he is doing； but you want him back to keep him
to yourself。 Is that selfish？〃
Everett was a trained diplomat； but with his opinion of Chester Ward
he could not think of the answer。 Instead； he was thinking of Monica
in Europe； of taking her through the churches and galleries which she
had seen only in black and white。 He imagined himself at her side
facing the altar of some great cathedral； or some painting in the Louvre；
and watching her face lighten and the tears come to her eyes； as they
did now； when things that were beautiful hurt her。 Or he imagined her
rid of her half…mourning and accompanying him through a cyclonic
diplomatic career that carried them to Japan； China； Persia； to Berlin；
Paris； and London。 In these imaginings Monica appeared in pongee
and a sun…hat riding an elephant； in pearls and satin receiving
royalty； in tweed knickerbockers and a woollen jersey coasting
around the hairpin curve at Saint Moritz。
Of course he recognized that except as his wife Monica could not
accompany him to all these strange lands and high diplomatic posts。
And of course that was ridiculous。 He had made up his mind for
the success of what he called his career； that he was