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"
Five
hundred
--
at
a
rough
guess
,
"
answered
Blythe
,
lightly
.
"
Go
somewhere
in
the
town
and
draw
up
a
schedule
of
your
debts
,
"
said
Goodwin
.
"
Come
back
here
in
two
hours
,
and
I
will
send
Manuel
with
the
money
to
pay
them
.
I
will
also
have
a
decent
outfit
of
clothing
ready
for
you
.
You
will
sail
on
the
Ariel
at
three
.
Manuel
will
accompany
you
as
far
as
the
deck
of
the
steamer
.
There
he
will
hand
you
one
thousand
dollars
in
cash
.
I
suppose
that
we
need
n't
discuss
what
you
will
be
expected
to
do
in
return
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
understand
,
"
piped
Blythe
,
cheerily
.
"
I
was
asleep
all
the
time
on
the
cot
under
Madama
Ortiz
's
orange
trees
;
and
I
shake
off
the
dust
of
Coralio
forever
.
I
'll
play
fair
.
No
more
of
the
lotus
for
me
.
Your
proposition
is
O.
K.
You
're
a
good
fellow
,
Goodwin
;
and
I
let
you
off
light
.
I
'll
agree
to
everything
.
But
in
the
meantime
--
I
've
a
devil
of
a
thirst
on
,
old
man
--
"
"
Not
a
centavo
,
"
said
Goodwin
,
firmly
,
"
until
you
are
on
board
the
Ariel
.
You
would
be
drunk
in
thirty
minutes
if
you
had
money
now
.
"
But
he
noticed
the
blood-streaked
eyeballs
,
the
relaxed
form
and
the
shaking
hands
of
"
Beelzebub
;
"
and
he
stepped
into
the
dining
room
through
the
low
window
,
and
brought
out
a
glass
and
a
decanter
of
brandy
"
Take
a
bracer
,
anyway
,
before
you
go
,
"
he
proposed
,
even
as
a
man
to
the
friend
whom
he
entertains
.
"
Beelzebub
"
Blythe
's
eyes
glistened
at
the
sight
of
the
solace
for
which
his
soul
burned
.
To-day
for
the
first
time
his
poisoned
nerves
had
been
denied
their
steadying
dose
;
and
their
retort
was
a
mounting
torment
.
He
grasped
the
decanter
and
rattled
its
crystal
mouth
against
the
glass
in
his
trembling
hand
.
He
flushed
the
glass
,
and
then
stood
erect
,
holding
it
aloft
for
an
instant
.
For
one
fleeting
moment
he
held
his
head
above
the
drowning
waves
of
his
abyss
.
He
nodded
easily
at
Goodwin
,
raised
his
brimming
glass
and
murmured
a
"
health
"
that
men
had
used
in
his
ancient
Paradise
Lost
.
And
then
so
suddenly
that
he
spilled
the
brandy
over
his
hand
,
he
set
down
his
glass
,
untasted
.
"
In
two
hours
,
"
his
dry
lips
muttered
to
Goodwin
,
as
he
marched
down
the
steps
and
turned
his
face
toward
the
town
.
In
the
edge
of
the
cool
banana
grove
"
Beelzebub
"
halted
,
and
snapped
the
tongue
of
his
belt
buckle
into
another
hole
.
"
I
could
n't
do
it
,
"
he
explained
,
feverishly
,
to
the
waving
banana
fronds
.
"
I
wanted
to
,
but
I
could
n't
.
A
gentleman
ca
n't
drink
with
the
man
that
he
blackmails
.
"
