The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-29
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 She did nO, ..-.. what his ex act thought was. but she suspected 1t There wnR a little shock of pleasure and disappointment. the one rising from the fact that he had stopped where he did and the other that he had not gone on. And she grew an xry over his second expression. She liked him. She had never met younR man whom she liked more. But liking is never loving, and her heart was as GNae and unUurdened as the wind.
 
 One day they dropped anchor in the Bapphire hay of FunchaI. In the summer calm. hot and GlarinR- FunrhaI. with fits dense tropt-aI growth. it's cloud wreathed mountains. it's amethyStine sisters in the faded southeast. And for two days while Captain Flanagan recoaled they played like children. 3olting round in the low bullock carts. climbing the mountains or pumping down the corduroy road. It was the gtrangeat treasure hunt that ever left q home port. 1t was more like a page ont of a boys frOlic than a sober quest by Rrowuups. That danger. menace and death hid in covert would have appealed 10 them 'those who knew1 as ridiculous. impossible, obso- lete. The story of cutlaSS and pistol and high boots hnd been molding in archives theSe eighty odd years. Dan 1gerH? From whom7 From what di- rertion? No one suggested the pos gibility. even in jest. and the only mnn who could have advanced with Feasspna bic assurance that danger. real and serious. existed was foo busy ap- parently with hIs butterfly net. Still he had not yet been consulted. He was not surpassed to know that this cruise was weighted with something more than pleasure.
 Fitzgerald waited with an impa Gience which often choked him. A se- cret agent had not EO adrOitly joined this expedition for the pleasure of see ing a treasure dug up from some re- 1uctant grave. What was he after? If indeed Breitmann was directly con- cerned. if he knew of the treasures ex- astence. of what benefit now would be his knowledge? share in the Ind Ing at most And vas Breitmann one lyho was conditioned Of such easy stuff that he would rather be sure and share than to strike out for all the treasure and all the risks? The more he gave his thought to Breitmann the more that gentleman retreated into the fog. as it were. On several OccaS1ons he had nofited signs of a preOccupation. of suppressed excitement. of silence and moroSeness. Fitzgerald could join certain squares of the puzzle. but this led forward scarre a step. Breitmann had entered the employ of the admiral for the very purpose for which M. Fer raud had journeyed Rundrily into the cellar and beaten .futilely on the chim ney. It resolved to one thing. and that was the secretary had arrived too late. He was ~ure that Breitmann had no suspicion regarding NJ. Ferraud But for a casual glance at the little mans hands neither would he have had any. He determined to prod M , Ferraud. He was we'll trained in Fe- pression. So. while he often lost pa tience. there was never any external sign of 1t. Besides. there was another affair which Overshadowed 1t and at times enguIfed it.
 Love. The crosstides of Rense and sentiment made a pretty disturbance And. still further. there was another countertide. Love does not necessarily make young man keen sighted. but 1t generally highly develops his talent for suspicion. By subtle gradatfonS Brett mann had shifted in FitzgeraldS mind from a possible friend to a probab ble rival BrPitmann did not now court his society when the smoking bouts came round or when the steward brought the whisky and soda after the ladies had retired. Breitmann was moody. and whatPver variance his moods had they retained the gray tone. This Fitzgerald saw and dilated upon. and it ranked when he thought that kh1s hypocritical adventurer had