At Cleigh's side stood the son, his head swathed in bandages. All day long
he had been subjected to splitting headaches, and his face looked tired
and drawn. He had stayed in bed until he had heard "Ship ahoy!"
"Are you going to start something?" he asked.
Cleigh did not answer, but peered through the glass again.
"I don't see how you're going to land him without the British. On the
other hand, you can't tell. Cunningham might bring the stuff back."
Cleigh laughed, but still held the glass to his eye.
"When and where are you going to get married?"
"Manila. Jane wants to go home, and I want a job."
Cleigh touched his split lips and his bruised cheekbone, for he had had to
pay for his gallantry; and there was a spot in his small ribs that racked
him whenever he breathed deeply.
"What the devil do you want of a job?"
"You're not thinking that I'm going back on an allowance? I've had
independence for seven years, and I'm going to keep it, Father."
"I've money enough"--brusquely.
"That isn't it. I want to begin somewhere and build something for myself.
You know as well as I do that if I went home on an allowance you'd begin
right off to dominate me as you used to, and no man is going to do that
again."
"What can you do?"
"That's the point--I don't know. I've got to find out."
Cleigh lowered the glass.
"Let's see; didn't you work on a sugar plantation somewhere?"
"Yes. How'd you find that out?"
"Never mind about that. I can give you a job, and it won't be soft,
either. I've a sugar plantation in Hawaii that isn't paying the dividends
it ought to. I'll turn the management over to you. You make good the
second year, or back you come to me, domination and all."
"I agree to that--if the plantation can be developed."
"The stuff is there; all it needs is some pep."
"All right, I'll take the job."
"You and your wife shall spend the fall and winter with me. In February
you can start to work."
"Are you out for Cunningham's hide?"
"What would you do in my place?"
"Sit tight and wait."
Cleigh laughed sardonically.
"Because," went on Dennison, "he's played the game too shrewdly not to
have other cards up his sleeve. He may find his pearls and return the
loot."