A little to the right, and
you will find the path--So!"
An instant later the two white-haired men appeared.
"Hello! There you are, eh?" Darwin K. Anthony exclaimed, gruffly.
"Where's that girl?" He paused and let his hostile eyes rest upon
Gertrudis.
She saw a great, forbidding giant of a man scowling down at her
with eyes like Kirk's, and she came forward timidly, holding out
her hands. She was smiling up at him faintly.
"You are Keerk's father, yes? You are the Senor Antonio."
Mr. Anthony uttered a curious, choking exclamation, and gathered
her gently in his arms. When he looked up, his eyes were wet and
his deep-lined face was working.
"I couldn't wait any longer," he apologized humbly to his son. "I
had to come and see her."
"Ah, then I hope you will like me," she said in her grave, quaint
way.
"Your father has told me everything"--Garavel laid a hand upon his
new son's shoulder--"and we have become good friends already. I
fear I owe you a great apology, my boy; but if I consent that you
take my little girl away to your country, will that be
reparation?"
"Then you WILL let her go with us?" Kirk cried, happily.
"If she doesn't go, I'll stay," Anthony Senior rumbled. "I--I
don't see how you ever did it, you're such a blamed fool.
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