"
"Fifteen," says the other, very calm. "It is no affair of mine."
Then I went up to the Torre Ananias, up to the lantern story where
the keeper was looking over the sea and brooding.
"Senor," I says, "why don't you go to Aragon and buy
vineyards?"
"True," he said quietly, "why not? But you have some reason for
speaking, for suggesting."
"Why--yes. It's not the fault of the people on the estate, but
there's a government somewhere around here, and they're getting
offish, and it can't be helped. You don't want to squabble over the
lighthouse. Why not buy some vineyards in Aragon? You can afford it
now. The officials want to interfere with you. Why not get up and
walk away?"
He stood up and wrapped his coat around him, and said, "I will go,"
and started downstairs for Spain.
We sailed for Corazon in the Padre's cat-boat and left the new
keeper in the tower, and I never but once again have landed on the
point. That was when I came some days after to gather a few things
left behind.
It was in the evening, and there were great bonfires burning in the
open space by the banana tree, and a crowd of figures around it, but
all that was hidden when the sailboat drew under the bluffs.
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