"Keela," she cried desperately, "wake! wake! It's sunrise. Let us go
somewhere--anywhere--and leave this treacherous world of civilization
behind us. I--I am tired of it all."
Keela stared.
"Very well," she said sedately a little later. "You and I, Diane, we
will journey to my home in the Glades. There--as it was a century
back--so it is now."
CHAPTER XXXV
THE WIND OF THE OKEECHOBEE
Southward along the beautiful Kissimmee river, where the fabled young
grandee of Spain kissed the plaintive Seminole maid, rumbled the great
green van and the camp of Keela. Southward, unremittingly protective,
followed the silent music-machine. For though the dear folly and humor
were things of the past, like Arcadia, a true knight may surely see
that his willful lady comes to no harm though he must worship from
afar. And at length they came to the final fringe of civilization
edging the Everglades where, despite repeated protests, Johnny must
stay behind with the cumbrous van.
And now the Southern woods were gloriously a-riot with blossoms; with
dogwood and magnolia, with wild tropical blossoms of orange and
scarlet; and the moon hung wild and beautiful above the Everglades.
"Little Spring Moon!" said Keela softly in Seminole.
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