Runnels collapsed, as at a signal he too dissolved in tears.
"Oh, glory to God, boss," he sobbed, "you is a beautiful
bridegroom!"
"Come, we must get back, the music has stopped again." Kirk turned
to the judge. "Nothing is to be said until Miss Gar--Mrs. Anthony
gives the word; you understand? I can't thank you all half enough.
Now, Allan, see if the coast is clear, quickly!" He was still in a
panic, for there yet remained a chance of discovery and ruin. One
more instant of suspense, then the two stepped out; the door
closed softly behind them and they strolled around the corner of
the north wing and into the crowd. It had all happened so quickly
that even yet they were dazed and disbelieving.
"My wife!" Kirk whispered, while a tremendous rush of emotion
swept over him. She trembled in answer like a wind-shaken leaf.
"You're mine, Chiquita! They can't take you away." His voice
broke.
"I am still dreaming. What have I done? Oh-h--they will know; in
my face they will read the truth. But I do not care. Is--it indeed
true?"
They were at the entrance to the ballroom now, through which they
had come a few minutes before, and, pausing, she gave him a half-
serious, half-timid glance.
"Senor, I do not know if some time you will be sorry for this
action, but I shall never cease loving you.
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