The proprietor smiled uncertainly, edging from under the weight
of Lee's hand. Then, "Get my brother, Mr. Daniel Randon, at once," he
commanded; "soon. Mr. Randon; the sugar--" Lee waved in the direction
of the mill.
This the other again comprehended, and Lee saw a youth swing a bare leg
over a convenient horse and vanish behind the Cobra Hotel. He went back
to the room: Savina hadn't moved while he had been gone. She seemed
even weaker--a thing he would have declared impossible--than before. He
bathed her face and throat in water, and there was a murmur of
gratitude, of love, so low that, with his ear against her lips, the
individual words were lost. His disturbance increased and, when the
heavy firm steps of Daniel Randon had approached on the cement of the
corridor without, and he had knocked and entered, Lee pointed to the
bed with an unconcealed anxiety.
Daniel bent over Savina with a comprehensive unmoved regard; he touched
a cheek, with a surprising delicacy, and then turned and faced Lee. The
latter said sharply, "She has fainted, but it's only the heat. She'll
be all right after a rest." As he spoke, more to himself than to
Daniel, in an effort of private encouragement, what confidence he had
dissolved before his brother's impassive negation.
"It is more serious than that," Daniel Randon told him. "There is no
doctor here we can trust, but I'll send a gas rail car into Camag?ey
for Fancett.
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