en-fr  The Princess by Jack London
La princesse. Un feu brûlait joyeusement au camp de la jungle, et à côté de celui-ci, un homme d'apparence enjouée, bien qu'affreux, se trouvait. C'était une jungle de vagabonds, nichée dans une mince lisière boisée qui s'étendait entre un quai de chemin de fer et la berge d'une rivière. Mais aucun des clochards n'était l'homme. Il était si profondément tombé dans les bas-fonds de la société qu'un brave clochard ne se serait pas assis pour partager le même feu avec lui. Un ingénu blanc-bec, c'est-à-dire un nouveau venu sur la "Route", aurait pu s'asseoir à côté d'un gars comme lui, mais juste le temps qu'il faut pour en apprendre suffisamment. Même les clodos les plus minables et les poivrots finis, après une seule fois, se seraient défilés en voyant l'gars. Un authentique trimardeur, un couple de sales petits voyous, ou une bande de jeunes routards à l'air tendre auraient pu plonger la main dans ses nippes pour quelques pièces de monnaie égarées même pour cinq cents puis le balancer dans l'obscurité. Même un ivrogne raide brindezingue se serait senti immensément supérieur à lui.

Car cet homme était un hybride de vagabond errant, un parfait ivrogne qui aurait dégénéré en ragout macéré dans l'alcool, avec si peu d'amour-propre qu'il n'aurait jamais fini de cuire, et si peu de fierté qu'il mangeait dans les poubelles. Il avait vraiment une apparence épouvantable. Il pouvait être âgé de soixante ans ; il pouvait en avoir quatre-vingt-dix. Même un chiffonnier aurait jeté ses vêtements. A côté de lui, on voyait un paquet déroulé fait d’un pardessus en loques qui contenait une boîte de tomates vide et noircie par le feu, une boîte de lait condensée vide et écrasée, de la viande pour chien à demi enveloppée de papier brun mendiée à l’évidence auprès d’un boucher, une carotte tombée par terre d’une charrette à cause d’un cahot, trois pommes de terre verdâtres et avariées et un petit pain au sucre à moitié mangé, sauvé du caniveau comme la saleté de la rue qui s’y incrustait encore le prouvait.

Une prodigieuse paire de moustaches buissonnante, d'un gris sale, qui n'avait pas vu un peigne depuis des années, hérissait son visage. Cette excroissance hirsute avait dû être blanche, mais c'était l'été, et elle n'avait pas vu la pluie depuis longtemps De ce qu'on pouvait voir de ce visage, il avait l'air de s'être mangé une grenade à main. Le nez était si déformé en tous sens par des cicatrices de vieilles fractures qu'il n'avait plus d'arête, une des narines de la taille d'un pois s'ouvrait vers l'arrière, tandis que l'autre, grosse comme un œuf de rouge-gorge, semblait regarder le ciel. Un des yeux, de taille normale, d'un brun terne et embué, était gonflé et exorbité, comme s'il coulait d'un larmoiement sénile abondant et continu. L'autre œil, à peine plus grand que celui d'un écureuil et aussi incroyablement vif, regardait en coin par la cicatrice velue d'une arcade fracturée. Et il n'avait qu'un bras.

Mais il était joyeux. Sur son visage, à un moindre degré, on pouvait lire les signes d'un plaisir voluptueux, tandis qu'il se grattait les côtes de sa main unique. Il tripotait ses restes de nourriture, discutait, puis tirait un flacon de pharmacie de douze onces de la poche intérieure de sa veste. Le flacon était rempli d'un liquide incolore dont la contemplation rendait son regard brillant et ses mouvements plus rapides. Ramassant la boite de tomates, il se leva, descendit le bout chemin qui menait à la rivière, et revint avec la boite pleine de l'eau peu ragoutante de la rivière. Dans une boite de lait concentré il mélangea une part d'eau avec deux parts du liquide de la bouteille Ce liquide incolore était de l'alcool médical, connu chez les vagabonds sous le nom d' " alki "

Un bruit de pas, venant du remblai de la voie ferrée l'alarma avant qu'il ait pu boire. Posant la boite précautionneusement entre ses jambes, il la recouvrit de son chapeau et il attendit avec inquiétude quelle sorte de menace allait surgir.

De l'obscurité surgit un homme aussi sale et déguenillé que lui. Le nouveau-venu, qui pouvait aussi bien avoir vingt ans que soixante, était d'une obésité grotesque. Il était soufflé de partout. Il était fait d'enflures. Son nez bulbeux avait la taille et la forme d'un navet. Ses paupières étaient gonflées et ses yeux bleus gonflaient en compétition avec elles. En plusieurs endroits, les coutures de ses vêtements s'étaient déchirées sur les boursoufflures de son corps. Ses mollets retombaient sur ses pieds, car les côtés de ses bottines basses aux élastiques cassés s'étaient avachis sous la masse graisseuse du bonhomme. On ne voyait qu'un seul de ses bras, à son épaule était suspendu un petit paquet en lambeaux taché sur sa surface extérieure par de la boue séchée du dernier endroit où il avait trainé ses guêtres. Il avança avec précaution, hésitant, s'assurant du caractère inoffensif de l'homme près du feu et le rejoignit.

— Salut, grand-père, salua le nouveau venu, puis il s'arrêta pour regarder fixement l'autre, narine ouverte au ciel. — Dis, Moustaches, comment arrives-tu à supporter la rosée nocturne avec un nez comme le tien ?

Moustaches proféra des propos incohérents au fond de sa gorge et cracha dans le feu pour manifester que la question ne lui plaisait pas.

— Pour l'amour du ciel, gloussa le gros homme, si vous étiez pris sous une pluie torrentielle sans parapluie, vous vous noieriez sûrement, n'est-ce pas?

— Ça s'peut, Bouboule, ça s'peut, murmura Moustaches avec lassitude. — Il n'y a rien de neuf dans ce que tu me dis. Même les vaches s'foutent de moi.

— Mais tu peux toujours boire un coup, j'espère. Disant cela, Bouboule, calmé et engageant, défaisait adroitement d'une main les nœuds coulants qui fermaient son paquet.

De l'intérieur du paquet, il mit au jour une bouteille de 33 cl de gnôle. Des pas qui descendaient le talus l'alarmèrent. Il cacha la bouteille, posée par terre entre ses jambes, avec son chapeau.

Or non seulement le nouvel arrivant s'avéra être un des leurs, mais de même il n'avait qu'un seul bras. Son allure était si menaçante que ses salutations ne furent guère que quelques grognements. Osseux, grand, aussi décharné qu'un cadavre, son visage évoquait une immonde tête de mort, il était aussi répugnant qu'un cauchemar des temps anciens comme Gustave Doré n'aurait même pas imaginé. Sa bouche édentée aux lèvres minces était une entaille cruelle et amère sous un grand nez courbé qui touchait presque le menton et qui ressemblait au bec d'une buse. Son unique main, maigre et tordue, avait l'air d'une serre. Les petits yeux gris, immobiles et inébranlables, étaient amers comme la mort, aussi froids que le zéro absolu et impitoyables. Sa présence jeta un froid, et Moustache et Bouboule se serrèrent instinctivement l'un contre l'autre pour se protéger contre une éventuelle menace de sa part. Discrètement, Moustache caressa dans sa main un bloc de pierre de plusieurs livres, se parant à toute éventualité. Bouboule fit de même.

Voilà, les deux étaient assis en train de se lécher les lèvres, mal à l'aise comme s'ils se sentaient coupables, tandis que les yeux imperturbables du type effrayant les transperçaient, tantôt tournés vers l'un, tantôt vers l'autre, et aussi vers les pierres qu'ils avaient préparées..

— Hein ! émit en ricanant le type effrayant, d'un ton si horriblement menaçant que Moustaches et Bouboule, instinctivement, refermèrent leurs mains sur leurs armes de l'âge des cavernes.

— Hein ! répéta le type, portant son unique serre à la poche de son manteau d'un geste vif et précis. — Une putain d'chance pour vous, pauv'cloches, qu'vous avez avec moi.

La serre émergea, empoignant un anneau de ferraille de deux bons kilos prêt à servir.

— On cherche pas les ennuis, l'Asperge, chevreta Bouboule.

— T'es qui, putain, pour m'appeler l'Asperge ? jeta-t-il avec hargne.

— Moi ? Je suis simplement Bouboule, et comme j't'ai jamais vu avant... — Et je suppose que c'est Moustaches, là, avec sa tronche d'ivrogne heureux et son drôle de nez qui chevauche sur toute sa cafetiere. festive et une lampe festive qui va dans son sourcil et ' Dieume pardonne ' nous le nez joyeux, chevauchant partout sa tasse?

— Ça va, ça va, murmura Moustaches mal à l'aise. J'estime, à mon âge. qu'un nom est aussi bon qu'un autre. Et tout le monde me le dit de toute façon. Et j'ai b'soin d'un parapluie quand il pleut pour éviter de me noyer, et tout l'reste.

— Je n'ai pas l'habitude de la compagnie - je ne l'aime pas, grogna le tout fin. Alors, si vous voulez rester un peu, tenez-vous à carreau, c'est tout, tenez-vous à carreau.

Il tira de sa poche un morceau de cigare, à l'évidence ramassé dans le caniveau, et se prépara à le mettre dans sa bouche pour le chiquer. Puis il changea d'avis, fixa sauvagement ses compagnons et déroula son paquet. Apparut dans sa main une flacon d'alki de pharmacie.

— Eh bien, grogna-t-il, je suppose que je dois donner à boire à des bons à rien comme vous alors que j'en ai pas assez pour une bonne cuite pour moi.

Son visage flétri s'éclaira presque d'une petite flamme quand il vit les autres lever fièrement leurs chapeaux et exposer leurs propres provisions.

— Voilà de l'eau pour diluer, dit Moustaches, offrant l'eau boueuse de la rivière que contenait sa boite de tomates. — Des parcs à bestiaux juste au-dessus, ajouta-t-il en s'excusant. — Mais ils disent... — Hein ! L'Asperge coupa court et mélangea le breuvage. — D'mon temps, du jus d'parc à bestiaux, j'en ai bu d'pire.

Pourtant, quand tout fut prêt, les bouteilles d'alki dans leurs uniques mains, les trois choses qui avaient été des hommes hésitèrent, comme une vieille habitude, puis ensuite trahissèrent la honte comme s'ils s'exposaient.

Moustaches fut le premier à l'affronter.

— Je m'suis assis à des beuveries beaucoup plus fines, se vanta-t-il.

— Avec de l'étain, ricana l'Asperge.

— Avec de l'argent, corrigea Moustaches.

L'Asperge tourna un regard interrogateur vers Bouboule.

Bouboule fit un signe de tête.

— Au bout d'la table, dit l'Asperge.

— À la meilleure place, corrigea Bouboule. J'suis né dans la haute et j'ai jamais voyagé en deuxième classe. Première classe ou dans l'entrepont, mais pas d'juste milieu pour moi.

— Et toi ? demanda Moustaches à l'Asperge.

— Dans des éclats de verre chez la reine, Dieu la bénisse, répondit solennellement l'Asperge, sans grogner ni ricaner.

— À l'office ? insinua Bouboule.

Simultanément L'Asperge se saisit de son palet et Moustaches et Bouboule de leurs pierres.

— Allons, ne nous énervons pas, dit Bouboule en reposant son arme. Nous ne sommes pas de la racaille. Nous sommes des gentlemen. Buvons en gentlemen.

— Que ce soit une vraie beuverie, approuva Moustaches.

— Restons de marbre, approuva l'Asperge. — Beaucoup de d'eau a coulé sous les ponts depuis l'époque où nous étions des gentilshommes ; mais oublions la longue route que nous avons parcourue depuis, et comportons-nous en gentlemen tels que nous étions dans notre jeunesse.

Mon père en .. en était un acquiesça et confirma Bouboule, alors que resurgissaient de vieux souvenirs cachés dans les replis cachés de ses neurones.

Les deux autres confirmèrent la descendance de pères semblables en levant leur cannette d'alcool.

By the time each had finished his own bottle and from his rags fished forth a second one, their brains were well-mellowed and a- glow, although they had not got around to telling their real names. Mais leur anglais s'était amélioré. They spoke it correctly, while the argo of tramp-land ceased from their lips.

"It's my constitution," Whiskers was explaining. "Very few men could go through what I have and live to tell the tale. And I never took any care of myself. If what the moralists and the physiologists say were true, I'd have been dead long ago. And it's the same with you two. Look at us, at our advanced years, carousing as the young ones don't dare, sleeping out in the open on the ground, never sheltered from frost nor rain nor storm, never afraid of pneumonia or rheumatism that would put half the young ones on their backs in hospital."

He broke off to mix another drink, and Fatty took up the tale.

"And we've had our fun," he boasted, "and speaking of sweethearts and all," he cribbed from Kipling, "'We've rogued and we've ranged--'" "'In our time,'" Slim completed the crib for him.

"I should say so, I should say so," Fatty confirmed. "And been loved by princesses--at least I have."

"Go on and tell us about it," Whiskers urged. "The night's young, and why shouldn't we remember back to the roofs of kings?"

Nothing loth, Fatty cleared his throat for the recital and cast about in his mind for the best way to begin.

"It must be known that I came of good family. Percival Delaney, let us say, yes, let us say Percival Delaney, was not unknown at Oxford once upon a time--not for scholarship, I am frank to admit; but the gay young dogs of that day, if any be yet alive, would remember him--" "My people came over with the Conqueror," Whiskers interrupted, extending his hand to Fatty's in acknowledgment of the introduction.

"What name?" Fatty queried. "I did not seem quite to catch it."

"Delarouse, Chauncey Delarouse. The name will serve as well as any."

Both completed the handshake and glanced to Slim.

"Oh, well, while we're about it . . . " Fatty urged.

"Bruce Cadogan Cavendish," Slim growled morosely. "Go on, Percival, with your princesses and the roofs of kings."

"Oh, I was a rare young devil," Percival obliged, "after I played ducks and drakes at home and sported out over the world. And I was some figure of a man before I lost my shape--polo, steeple-chasing, boxing. I won medals at buckjumping in Australia, and I held more than several swimming records from the quarter of a mile up. Women turned their heads to look when I went by. The women! God bless them!"

And Fatty, alias Percival Delaney, a grotesque of manhood, put his bulgy hand to his puffed lips and kissed audibly into the starry vault of the sky.

"And the Princess!" he resumed, with another kiss to the stars. "She was as fine a figure of a woman as I was a man, as high- spirited and courageous, as reckless and dare-devilish. Lord, Lord, in the water she was a mermaid, a sea-goddess. And when it came to blood, beside her I was parvenu. Her royal line traced back into the mists of antiquity.

"She was not a daughter of a fair-skinned folk. Tawny golden was she, with golden-brown eyes, and her hair that fell to her knees was blue-black and straight, with just the curly tendrilly tendency that gives to woman's hair its charm. Oh, there were no kinks in it, any more than were there kinks in the hair of her entire genealogy. For she was Polynesian, glowing, golden, lovely and lovable, royal Polynesian."

Again he paused to kiss his hand to the memory of her, and Slim, alias Bruce Cadogan Cavendish, took advantage to interject: "Huh! Maybe you didn't shine in scholarship, but at least you gleaned a vocabulary out of Oxford."

"And in the South Seas garnered a better vocabulary from the lexicon of Love," Percival was quick on the uptake.

"It was the island of Talofa," he went on, "meaning love, the Isle of Love, and it was her island. Her father, the king, an old man, sat on his mats with paralysed knees and drank squareface gin all day and most of the night, out of grief, sheer grief. She, my princess, was the only issue, her brother having been lost in their double canoe in a hurricane while coming up from a voyage to Samoa. And among the Polynesians the royal women have equal right with the men to rule. In fact, they trace their genealogies always by the female line."

To this both Chauncey Delarouse and Bruce Cadogan Cavendish nodded prompt affirmation.

"Ah," said Percival, "I perceive you both know the South Seas, wherefore, without undue expenditure of verbiage on my part, I am assured that you will appreciate the charm of my princess, the Princess Tui-nui of Talofa, the Princess of the Isle of Love."

He kissed his hand to her, sipped from his condensed milk can a man-size drink of druggist's alcohol, and to her again kissed her hand.

"But she was coy, and ever she fluttered near to me but never near enough. When my arm went out to her to girdle her, presto, she was not there. I knew, as never before, nor since, the thousand dear and delightful anguishes of love frustrated but ever resilient and beckoned on by the very goddess of love."

"Some vocabulary," Bruce Cadogan Cavendish muttered in aside to Chauncey Delarouse. But Percival Delaney was not to be deterred. He kissed his pudgy hand aloft into the night and held warmly on.

"No fond agonies of rapture deferred that were not lavished upon me by my dear Princess, herself ever a luring delight of promise flitting just beyond my reach. Every sweet lover's inferno unguessed of by Dante she led me through. Ah! Those swooning tropic nights, under our palm trees, the distant surf a langourous murmur as from some vast sea shell of mystery, when she, my Princess, all but melted to my yearning, and with her laughter, that was as silver strings by buds and blossoms smitten, all but made lunacy of my lover's ardency.

"It was by my wrestling with the champions of Talofa that I first interested her. It was by my prowess at swimming that I awoke her. And it was by a certain swimming deed that I won from her more than coquettish smiles and shy timidities of feigned retreat.

"We were squidding that day, out on the reef--you know how, undoubtedly, diving down the face of the wall of the reef, five fathoms, ten fathoms, any depth within reason, and shoving our squid-sticks into the likely holes and crannies of the coral where squid might be lairing. With the squid-stick, bluntly sharp at both ends, perhaps a foot long, and held crosswise in the hand, the trick was to gouge any lazying squid until he closed his tentacles around fist, stick and arm.--Then you had him, and came to the surface with him, and hit him in the head which is in the centre of him, and peeled him off into the waiting canoe. . . . And to think I used to do that!"

Percival Delaney paused a moment, a glimmer of awe on his rotund face, as he contemplated the mighty picture of his youth.

"Why, I've pulled out a squid with tentacles eight feet long, and done it under fifty feet of water. I could stay down four minutes. I've gone down, with a coral-rock to sink me, in a hundred and ten feet to clear a fouled anchor. And I could back-dive with a once- over and go in feet-first from eighty feet above the surface--" "Quit it, delete it, cease it," Chauncey Delarouse admonished testily. "Tell of the Princess. That's what makes old blood leap again. Almost can I see her. Was she wonderful?"

Percival Delaney kissed unutterable affirmation.

"I have said she was a mermaid. She was. I know she swam thirty- six hours before being rescued, after her schooner was capsized in a double-squall. I have seen her do ninety feet and bring up pearl shell in each hand. She was wonderful. As a woman she was ravishing, sublime. I have said she was a sea-goddess. She was. Oh, for a Phidias or a Praxiteles to have made the wonder of her body immortal!

"And that day, out for squid on the reef, I was almost sick for her. Mad--I know I was mad for her. We would step over the side from the big canoe, and swim down, side by side, into the delicious depths of cool and colour, and she would look at me, as we swam, and with her eyes tantalize me to further madness. And at last, down, far down, I lost myself and reached for her. She eluded me like the mermaid she was, and I saw the laughter on her face as she fled. She fled deeper, and I knew I had her for I was between her and the surface; but in the muck coral sand of the bottom she made a churning with her squid stick. It was the old trick to escape a shark. And she worked it on me, rolling the water so that I could not see her. And when I came up, she was there ahead of me, clinging to the side of the canoe and laughing.

"Almost I would not be denied. But not for nothing was she a princess. She rested her hand on my arm and compelled me to listen. We should play a game, she said, enter into a competition for which should get the more squid, the biggest squid, and the smallest squid. Since the wagers were kisses, you can well imagine I went down on the first next dive with soul aflame.

"I got no squid. Never again in all my life have I dived for squid. Perhaps we were five fathoms down and exploring the face of the reefwall for lurking places of our prey, when it happened. I had found a likely lair and just proved it empty, when I felt or sensed the nearness of something inimical. I turned. There it was, alongside of me, and no mere fish-shark. Fully a dozen feet in length, with the unmistakable phosphorescent cat's eye gleaming like a drowning star, I knew it for what it was, a tiger shark.

"Not ten feet to the right, probing a coral fissure with her squid stick, was the Princess, and the tiger shark was heading directly for her. My totality of thought was precipitated to consciousness in a single all-embracing flash. The man-eater must be deflected from her, and what was I, except a mad lover who would gladly fight and die, or more gladly fight and live, for his beloved? Remember, she was the woman wonderful, and I was aflame for her.

"Knowing fully the peril of my act, I thrust the blunt-sharp end of my squid-stick into the side of the shark, much as one would attract a passing acquaintance with a thumb-nudge in the ribs. And the man-eater turned on me. You know the South Seas, and you know that the tiger shark, like the bald-face grizzly of Alaska, never gives trail. The combat, fathoms deep under the sea, was on--if by combat may be named such a one-sided struggle.

"The Princess unaware, caught her squid and rose to the surface. The man-eater rushed me. I fended him off with both hands on his nose above his thousand-toothed open mouth, so that he backed me against the sharp coral. The scars are there to this day. Whenever I tried to rise, he rushed me, and I could not remain down there indefinitely without air. Whenever he rushed me, I fended him off with my hands on his nose. And I would have escaped unharmed, except for the slip of my right hand. Into his mouth it went to the elbow. His jaws closed, just below the elbow. You know how a shark's teeth are. Once in they cannot be released. They must go through to complete the bite, but they cannot go through heavy bone. So, from just below the elbow he stripped the bone clean to the articulation of the wrist-joint, where his teeth met and my good right hand became his for an appetizer.

"But while he was doing this, I drove the thumb of my left hand, to the hilt into his eye-orifice and popped out his eye. This did not stop him. The meat had maddened him. He pursued the gushing stump of my wrist. Half a dozen times I fended with my intact arm. Then he got the poor mangled arm again, closed down, and stripped the meat off the bone from the shoulder down to the elbow-joint, where his teeth met and he was free of his second mouthful of me. But, at the same time, with my good arm, I thumbed out his remaining eye."

Percival Delaney shrugged his shoulders, ere he resumed.

"From above, those in the canoe had beheld the entire happening and were loud in praise of my deed. To this day they still sing the song of me, and tell the tale of me. And the Princess." His pause was brief but significant. "The Princess married me. . . . Oh, well-a-day and lack-a-day, the whirligig of time and fortune, the topsyturviness of luck, the wooden shoe going up and the polished heel descending a French gunboat, a conquered island kingdom of Oceania, to-day ruled over by a peasant-born, unlettered, colonial gendarme, and . . . "

He completed the sentence and the tale by burying his face in the down-tilted mouth of the condensed milk can and by gurgling the corrosive drink down his throat in thirsty gulps.

After an appropriate pause, Chauncey Delarouse, otherwise Whiskers, took up the tale.

"Far be it from me to boast of no matter what place of birth I have descended from to sit here by this fire with such as . . . as chance along. I may say, however, that I, too, was once a considerable figure of a man. I may add that it was horses, plus parents too indulgent, that exiled me out over the world. I may still wonder to query: 'Are Dover's cliffs still white?'"

"Huh!" Bruce Cadogan Cavendish sneered. "Next you'll be asking: 'How fares the old Lord Warden?'"

"And I took every liberty, and vainly, with a constitution that was iron," Whiskers hurried on. "Here I am with my three score and ten behind me, and back on that long road have I buried many a youngster that was as rare and devilish as I, but who could not stand the pace. I knew the worst too young. And now I know the worst too old. But there was a time, alas all too short, when I knew, the best.

"I, too, kiss my hand to the Princess of my heart. She was truly a princess, Polynesian, a thousand miles and more away to the eastward and the south from Delaney's Isle of Love. The natives of all around that part of the South Seas called it the Jolly Island. Their own name, the name of the people who dwelt thereon, translates delicately and justly into 'The Island of Tranquil Laughter.' On the chart you will find the erroneous name given to it by the old navigators to be Manatomana. The seafaring gentry the round ocean around called it the Adamless Eden. And the missionaries for a time called it God's Witness--so great had been their success at converting the inhabitants. As for me, it was, and ever shall be, Paradise.

"It was MY Paradise, for it was there my Princess lived. John Asibeli Tungi was king. He was full-blooded native, descended out of the oldest and highest chief-stock that traced back to Manua which was the primeval sea home of the race. Also was he known as John the Apostate. He lived a long life and apostasized frequently. First converted by the Catholics, he threw down the idols, broke the tabus, cleaned out the native priests, executed a few of the recalcitrant ones, and sent all his subjects to church.

"Next he fell for the traders, who developed in him a champagne thirst, and he shipped off the Catholic priests to New Zealand. The great majority of his subjects always followed his lead, and, having no religion at all, ensued the time of the Great Licentiousness, when by all South Seas missionaries his island, in sermons, was spoken of as Babylon.

"But the traders ruined his digestion with too much champagne, and after several years he fell for the Gospel according to the Methodists, sent his people to church, and cleaned up the beach and the trading crowd so spick and span that he would not permit them to smoke a pipe out of doors on Sunday, and, fined one of the chief traders one hundred gold sovereigns for washing his schooner's decks on the Sabbath morn.

"That was the time of the Blue Laws, but perhaps it was too rigorous for King John. Off he packed the Methodists, one fine day, exiled several hundred of his people to Samoa for sticking to Methodism, and, of all things, invented a religion of his own, with himself the figure-head of worship. In this he was aided and abetted by a renegade Fijian. This lasted five years. Maybe he grew tired of being God, or maybe it was because the Fijian decamped with the six thousand pounds in the royal treasury; but at any rate the Second Reformed Wesleyans got him, and his entire kingdom went Wesleyan. The pioneer Wesleyan missionary he actually made prime minister, and what he did to the trading crowd was a caution. Why, in the end, King John's kingdom was blacklisted and boycotted by the traders till the revenues diminished to zero, the people went bankrupt, and King John couldn't borrow a shilling from his most powerful chief.

"By this time he was getting old, and philosophic, and tolerant, and spiritually atavistic. He fired out the Second Reformed Wesleyans, called back the exiles from Samoa, invited in the traders, held a general love-feast, took the lid off, proclaimed religious liberty and high tariff, and as for himself went back to the worship of his ancestors, dug up the idols, reinstated a few octogenarian priests, and observed the tabus. All of which was lovely for the traders, and prosperity reigned. Of course, most of his subjects followed him back into heathen worship. Yet quite a sprinkling of Catholics, Methodists and Wesleyans remained true to their beliefs and managed to maintain a few squalid, one-horse churches. But King John didn't mind, any more than did he the high times of the traders along the beach. Everything went, so long as the taxes were paid. Even when his wife, Queen Mamare, elected to become a Baptist, and invited in a little, weazened, sweet- spirited, club-footed Baptist missionary, King John did not object. All he insisted on was that these wandering religions should be self-supporting and not feed a pennyworth's out of the royal coffers.

"And now the threads of my recital draw together in the paragon of female exquisiteness--my Princess."

Whiskers paused, placed carefully on the ground his half-full condensed milk can with which he had been absently toying, and kissed the fingers of his one hand audibly aloft.

"She was the daughter of Queen Mamare. She was the woman wonderful. Unlike the Diana type of Polynesian, she was almost ethereal. She WAS ethereal, sublimated by purity, as shy and modest as a violet, as fragile-slender as a lily, and her eyes, luminous and shrinking tender, were as asphodels on the sward of heaven. She was all flower, and fire, and dew. Hers was the sweetness of the mountain rose, the gentleness of the dove. And she was all of good as well as all of beauty, devout in her belief in her mother's worship, which was the worship introduced by Ebenezer Naismith, the Baptist missionary. But make no mistake. She was no mere sweet spirit ripe for the bosom of Abraham. All of exquisite deliciousness of woman was she. She was woman, all woman, to the last sensitive quivering atom of her - "And I? I was a wastrel of the beach. The wildest was not so wild as I, the keenest not so keen, of all that wild, keen trading crowd. It was esteemed I played the stiffest hand of poker. I was the only living man, white, brown, or black, who dared run the Kuni-kuni Passage in the dark. And on a black night I have done it under reefs in a gale of wind. Well, anyway, I had a bad reputation on a beach where there were no good reputations. I was reckless, dangerous, stopped at nothing in fight or frolic; and the trading captains used to bring boiler-sheeted prodigies from the vilest holes of the South Pacific to try and drink me under the table. I remember one, a calcined Scotchman from the New Hebrides. It was a great drinking. He died of it, and we laded him aboard ship, pickled in a cask of trade rum, and sent him back to his own place. A sample, a fair sample, of the antic tricks we cut up on the beach of Manatomana.

"And of all unthinkable things, what did I up and do, one day, but look upon the Princess to find her good and to fall in love with her. It was the real thing. I was as mad as a March hare, and after that I got only madder. I reformed. Think of that! Think of what a slip of a woman can do to a busy, roving man!--By the Lord Harry, it's true. I reformed. I went to church. Hear me! I became converted. I cleared my soul before God and kept my hands-- I had two then--off the ribald crew of the beach when it laughed at this, my latest antic, and wanted to know what was my game.

"I tell you I reformed, and gave myself in passion and sincerity to a religious experience that has made me tolerant of all religion ever since. I discharged my best captain for immorality. So did I my cook, and a better never boiled water in Manatomana. For the same reason I discharged my chief clerk. And for the first time in the history of trading my schooners to the westward carried Bibles in their stock. I built a little anchorite bungalow up town on a mango-lined street squarely alongside the little house occupied by Ebenezer Naismith. And I made him my pal and comrade, and found him a veritable honey pot of sweetnesses and goodnesses. And he was a man, through and through a man. And he died long after like a man, which I would like to tell you about, were the tale of it not so deservedly long.

"It was the Princess, more than the missionary, who was responsible for my expressing my faith in works, and especially in that crowning work, the New Church, Our Church, the Queen-mother's church.

"'Our poor church,' she said to me, one night after prayer-meeting. I had been converted only a fortnight. 'It is so small its congregation can never grow. And the roof leaks. And King John, my hard-hearted father, will not contribute a penny. Yet he has a big balance in the treasury. And Manatomana is not poor. Much money is made and squandered, I know. I hear the gossip of the wild ways of the beach. Less than a month ago you lost more in one night, gambling at cards, than the cost of the upkeep of our poor church for a year.'

"And I told her it was true, but that it was before I had seen the light. (I'd had an infernal run of bad luck.) I told her I had not tasted liquor since, nor turned a card. I told her that the roof would be repaired at once, by Christian carpenters selected by her from the congregation. But she was filled with the thought of a great revival that Ebenezer Naismith could preach--she was a dear saint--and she spoke of a great church, saying: "'You are rich. You have many schooners, and traders in far islands, and I have heard of a great contract you have signed to recruit labour for the German plantations of Upolu. They say, next to Sweitzer, you are the richest trader here. I should love to see some use of all this money placed to the glory of God. It would be a noble thing to do, and I should be proud to know the man who would do it.'

"I told her that Ebenezer Naismith would preach the revival, and that I would build a church great enough in which to house it.

"'As big as the Catholic church?' she asked.

"This was the ruined cathedral, built at the time when the entire population was converted, and it was a large order; but I was afire with love, and I told her that the church I would build would be even bigger.

"'But it will take money,' I explained. 'And it takes time to make money.'

"'You have much,' she said. 'Some say you have more money than my father, the King.

"'I have more credit,' I explained. 'But you do not understand money. It takes money to have credit. So, with the money I have, and the credit I have, I will work to make more money and credit, and the church shall be built.'

"Work! I was a surprise to myself. It is an amazement, the amount of time a man finds on his hands after he's given up carousing, and gambling, and all the time-eating diversions of the beach. And I didn't waste a second of all my new-found time. Instead I worked it overtime. I did the work of half a dozen men. I became a driver. My captains made faster runs than ever and earned bigger bonuses, as did my supercargoes, who saw to it that my schooners did not loaf and dawdle along the way. And I saw to it that my supercargoes did see to it.

"And good! By the Lord Harry I was so good it hurt. My conscience got so expansive and fine-strung it lamed me across the shoulders to carry it around with me. Why, I even went back over my accounts and paid Sweitzer fifty quid I'd jiggered him out of in a deal in Fiji three years before. And I compounded the interest as well.

"Work! I planted sugar cane--the first commercial planting on Manatomana. I ran in cargoes of kinky-heads from Malaita, which is in the Solomons, till I had twelve hundred of the blackbirds putting in cane. And I sent a schooner clear to Hawaii to bring back a dismantled sugar mill and a German who said he knew the field-end of cane. And he did, and he charged me three hundred dollars screw a month, and I took hold of the mill-end. I installed the mill myself, with the help of several mechanics I brought up from Queensland.

"Of course there was a rival. His name was Motomoe. He was the very highest chief blood next to King John's. He was full native, a strapping, handsome man, with a glowering way of showing his dislikes. He certainly glowered at me when I began hanging around the palace. He went back in my history and circulated the blackest tales about me. The worst of it was that most of them were true. He even made a voyage to Apia to find things out--as if he couldn't find a plenty right there on the beach of Manatomana! And he sneered at my failing for religion, and at my going to prayer- meeting, and, most of all, at my sugar-planting. He challenged me to fight, and I kept off of him. He threatened me, and I learned in the nick of time of his plan to have me knocked on the head. You see, he wanted the Princess just as much as I did, and I wanted her more.

"She used to play the piano. So did I, once. But I never let her know after I'd heard her play the first time. And she thought her playing was wonderful, the dear, fond girl! You know the sort, the mechanical one-two-three tum-tum-tum school-girl stuff. And now I'll tell you something funnier. Her playing WAS wonderful to me. The gates of heaven opened to me when she played. I can see myself now, worn out and dog-tired after the long day, lying on the mats of the palace veranda and gazing upon her at the piano, myself in a perfect idiocy of bliss. Why, this idea she had of her fine playing was the one flaw in her deliciousness of perfection, and I loved her for it. It kind of brought her within my human reach. Why, when she played her one-two-three, tum-tum-tum, I was in the seventh heaven of bliss. My weariness fell from me. I loved her, and my love for her was clean as flame, clean as my love for God. And do you know, into my fond lover's fancy continually intruded the thought that God in most ways must look like her. " --That's right, Bruce Cadogan Cavendish, sneer as you like. But I tell you that's love that I've been describing. That's all. It's love. It's the realest, purest, finest thing that can happen to a man. And I know what I'm talking about. It happened to me."

Whiskers, his beady squirrel's eye glittering from out his ruined eyebrow like a live coal in a jungle ambush, broke off long enough to down a sedative draught from his condensed milk can and to mix another.

"The cane," he resumed, wiping his prodigious mat of face hair with the back of his hand. "It matured in sixteen months in that climate, and I was ready, just ready and no more, with the mill for the grinding. Naturally, it did not all mature at once, but I had planted in such succession that I could grind for nine months steadily, while more was being planted and the ratoons were springing up.

"I had my troubles the first several days. If it wasn't one thing the matter with the mill, it was another. On the fourth day, Ferguson, my engineer, had to shut down several hours in order to remedy his own troubles. I was bothered by the feeder. After having the niggers (who had been feeding the cane) pour cream of lime on the rollers to keep everything sweet, I sent them out to join the cane-cutting squads. So I was all alone at that end, just as Ferguson started up the mill, just as I discovered what was the matter with the feed-rollers, and just as Motomoe strolled up.

"He stood there, in Norfolk jacket, pigskin puttees, and all the rest of the fashionable get-up out of a bandbox, sneering at me covered with filth and grease to the eyebrows and looking like a navvy. And, the rollers now white from the lime, I'd just seen what was wrong. The rollers were not in plumb. One side crushed the cane well, but the other side was too open. I shoved my fingers in on that side. The big, toothed cogs on the rollers did not touch my fingers. And yet, suddenly, they did. With the grip of ten thousand devils, my finger-tips were caught, drawn in, and pulped to--well, just pulp. And, like a slick of cane, I had started on my way. There was no stopping me. Ten thousand horses could not have pulled me back. There was nothing to stop me. Hand, arm, shoulder, head, and chest, down to the toes of me, I was doomed to feed through.

"It did hurt. It hurt so much it did not hurt me at all. Quite detached, almost may I say, I looked on my hand being ground up, knuckle by knuckle, joint by joint, the back of the hand, the wrist, the forearm, all in order slowly and inevitably feeding in. O engineer hoist by thine own petard! O sugar-maker crushed by thine own cane-crusher!

"Motomoe sprang forward involuntarily, and the sneer was chased from his face by an expression of solicitude. Then the beauty of the situation dawned on him, and he chuckled and grinned. No, I didn't expect anything of him. Hadn't he tried to knock me on the head? What could he do anyway? He didn't know anything about engines.

"I yelled at the top of my lungs to Ferguson to shut off the engine, but the roar of the machinery drowned my voice. And there I stood, up to the elbow and feeding right on in. Yes, it did hurt. There were some astonishing twinges when special nerves were shredded and dragged out by the roots. But I remember that I was surprised at the time that it did not hurt worse.

"Motomoe made a movement that attracted my attention. At the same time he growled out loud, as if he hated himself, 'I'm a fool.' What he had done was to pick up a cane-knife--you know the kind, as big as a machete and as heavy. And I was grateful to him in advance for putting me out of my misery. There wasn't any sense in slowly feeding in till my head was crushed, and already my arm was pulped half way from elbow to shoulder, and the pulping was going right on. So I was grateful, as I bent my head to the blow.

"'Get your head out of the way, you idiot!' he barked at me.

"And then I understood and obeyed. I was a big man, and he took two hacks to do it; but he hacked my arm off just outside the shoulder and dragged me back and laid me down on the cane.

"Yes, the sugar paid--enormously; and I built for the Princess the church of her saintly dream, and . . . she married me."

He partly assuaged his thirst, and uttered his final word.

"Alackaday! Shuttlecock and battle-dore. And this at, the end of it all, lined with boilerplate that even alcohol will not corrode and that only alcohol will tickle. Yet have I lived, and I kiss my hand to the dear dust of my Princess long asleep in the great mausoleum of King John that looks across the Vale of Manona to the alien flag that floats over the bungalow of the British Government House. . . "

Fatty pledged him sympathetically, and sympathetically drank out of his own small can. Bruce Cadogan Cavendish glared into the fire with implacable bitterness. He was a man who preferred to drink by himself. Across the thin lips that composed the cruel slash of his mouth played twitches of mockery that caught Fatty's eye. And Fatty, making sure first that his rock-chunk was within reach, challenged.

"Well, how about yourself, Bruce Cadogan Cavendish? It's your turn."

The other lifted bleak eyes that bored into Fatty's until he physically betrayed uncomfortableness.

"I've lived a hard life," Slim grated harshly. "What do I know about love passages?"

"No man of your build and make-up could have escaped them," Fatty wheedled.

"And what of it?" Slim snarled. "It's no reason for a gentleman to boast of amorous triumphs."

"Oh, go on, be a good fellow," Fatty urged. "The night's still young. We've still some drink left. Delarouse and I have contributed our share. It isn't often that three real ones like us get together for a telling. Surely you've got at least one adventure in love you aren't ashamed to tell about--" Bruce Cadogan Cavendish pulled forth his iron quoit and seemed to debate whether or not he should brain the other. He sighed, and put back the quoit.

"Very well, if you will have it," he surrendered with manifest reluctance. "Like you two, I have had a remarkable constitution. And right now, speaking of armour-plate lining, I could drink the both of you down when you were at your prime. Like you two, my beginnings were far distant and different. That I am marked with the hall-mark of gentlehood there is no discussion . . . unless either of you care to discuss the matter now . . . "

His one hand slipped into his pocket and clutched the quoit. Neither of his auditors spoke nor betrayed any awareness of his menace.

"It occurred a thousand miles to the westward of Manatomana, on the island of Tagalag," he continued abruptly, with an air of saturnine disappointment in that there had been no discussion. "But first I must tell you of how I got to Tagalag. For reasons I shall not mention, by paths of descent I shall not describe, in the crown of my manhood and the prime of my devilishness in which Oxford renegades and racing younger sons had nothing on me, I found myself master and owner of a schooner so well known that she shall remain historically nameless. I was running blackbird labour from the west South Pacific and the Coral Sea to the plantations of Hawaii and the nitrate mines of Chili--" "It was you who cleaned out the entire population of--" Fatty exploded, ere he could check his speech.

The one hand of Bruce Cadogan Cavendish flashed pocketward and flashed back with the quoit balanced ripe for business.

"Proceed," Fatty sighed. "I . . . I have quite forgotten what I was going to say."

"Beastly funny country over that way," the narrator drawled with perfect casualness. "You've read this Sea Wolf stuff--" "You weren't the Sea Wolf," Whiskers broke in with involuntary positiveness.

"No, sir," was the snarling answer. "The Sea Wolf's dead, isn't he? And I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Of course, of course," Whiskers conceded. "He suffocated head- first in the mud off a wharf in Victoria a couple of years back."

"As I was saying--and I don't like interruptions," Bruce Cadogan Cavendish proceeded, "it's a beastly funny country over that way. I was at Taki-Tiki, a low island that politically belongs to the Solomons, but that geologically doesn't at all, for the Solomons are high islands. Ethnographically it belongs to Polynesia, Melanesia, and Micronesia, because all the breeds of the South Pacific have gravitated to it by canoe-drift and intricately, degeneratively, and amazingly interbred. The scum of the scrapings of the bottom of the human pit, biologically speaking, resides in Taka-Tiki. And I know the bottom and whereof I speak.

"It was a beastly funny time of it I had, diving out shell, fishing beche-de-mer, trading hoop-iron and hatchets for copra and ivory- nuts, running niggers and all the rest of it. Why, even in Fiji the Lotu was having a hard time of it and the chiefs still eating long-pig. To the westward it was fierce--funny little black kinky- heads, man-eaters the last Jack of them, and the jackpot fat and spilling over with wealth--" "Jack-pots?" Fatty queried. At sight of an irritable movement, he added: "You see, I never got over to the West like Delarouse and you."

"They're all head-hunters. Heads are valuable, especially a white man's head. They decorate the canoe-houses and devil-devil houses with them. Each village runs a jack-pot, and everybody antes. Whoever brings in a white man's head takes the pot. If there aren't openers for a long time, the pot grows to tremendous proportions. Beastly funny, isn't it?

"I know. Didn't a Holland mate die on me of blackwater? And didn't I win a pot myself? It was this way. We were lying at Lango-lui at the time. I never let on, and arranged the affair with Johnny, my boat-steerer. He was a kinky-head himself from Port Moresby. He cut the dead mate's head off and sneaked ashore in the might, while I whanged away with my rifle as if I were trying to get him. He opened the pot with the mate's head, and got it, too. Of course, next day I sent in a landing boat, with two covering boats, and fetched him off with the loot."

"How big was the pot?" Whiskers asked. "I heard of a pot at Orla worth eighty quid."

"To commence with," Slim answered, "there were forty fat pigs, each worth a fathom of prime shell-money, and shell-money worth a quid a fathom. That was two hundred dollars right there. There were ninety-eight fathoms of shell-money, which is pretty close to five hundred in itself. And there were twenty-two gold sovereigns. I split it four ways: one-fourth to Johnny, one-fourth to the ship, one-fourth to me as owner, and one-fourth to me as skipper. Johnny never complained. He'd never had so much wealth all at one time in his life. Besides, I gave him a couple of the mate's old shirts. And I fancy the mate's head is still there decorating the canoe- house."

"Not exactly Christian burial of a Christian," Whiskers observed.

"But a lucrative burial," Slim retorted. "I had to feed the rest of the mate over-side to the sharks for nothing. Think of feeding an eight-hundred-dollar head along with it. It would have been criminal waste and stark lunacy.

"Well, anyway, it was all beastly funny, over there to the westward. And, without telling you the scrape I got into at Taki- Tiki, except that I sailed away with two hundred kinky-heads for Queensland labour, and for my manner of collecting them had two British ships of war combing the Pacific for me, I changed my course and ran to the westward thinking to dispose of the lot to the Spanish plantations on Bangar.

"Typhoon season. We caught it. The Merry Mist was my schooner's name, and I had thought she was stoutly built until she hit that typhoon. I never saw such seas. They pounded that stout craft to pieces, literally so. The sticks were jerked out of her, deckhouses splintered to match-wood, rails ripped off, and, after the worst had passed, the covering boards began to go. We just managed to repair what was left of one boat and keep the schooner afloat only till the sea went down barely enough to get away. And we outfitted that boat in a hurry. The carpenter and I were the last, and we had to jump for it as he went down. There were only four of us--" "Lost all the niggers?" Whiskers inquired.

"Some of them swam for some time," Slim replied. "But I don't fancy they made the land. We were ten days' in doing it. And we had a spanking breeze most of the way. And what do you think we had in the boat with us? Cases of square-face gin and cases of dynamite. Funny, wasn't it? Well, it got funnier later on. Oh, there was a small beaker of water, a little salt horse, and some salt-water-soaked sea biscuit--enough to keep us alive to Tagalag.

"Now Tagalag is the disappointingest island I've ever beheld. It shows up out of the sea so as you can make its fall twenty miles off. It is a volcano cone thrust up out of deep sea, with a segment of the crater wall broken out. This gives sea entrance to the crater itself, and makes a fine sheltered harbour. And that's all. Nothing lives there. The outside and the inside of the crater are too steep. At one place, inside, is a patch of about a thousand coconut palms. And that's all, as I said, saving a few insects. No four-legged thing, even a rat, inhabits the place. And it's funny, most awful funny, with all those coconuts, not even a coconut crab. The only meat-food living was schools of mullet in the harbour--fattest, finest, biggest mullet I ever laid eyes on.

"And the four of us landed on the little beach and set up housekeeping among the coconuts with a larder full of dynamite and square-face. Why don't you laugh? It's funny, I tell you. Try it some time.--Holland gin and straight coconut diet. I've never been able to look a confectioner's window in the face since. Now I'm not strong on religion like Chauncey Delarouse there, but I have some primitive ideas; and my concept of hell is an illimitable coconut plantation, stocked with cases of square-face and populated by ship-wrecked mariners. Funny? It must make the devil scream.

"You know, straight coconut is what the agriculturists call an unbalanced ration. It certainly unbalanced our digestions. We got so that whenever hunger took an extra bite at us, we took another drink of gin. After a couple of weeks of it, Olaf, a squarehead sailor, got an idea. It came when he was full of gin, and we, being in the same fix, just watched him shove a cap and short fuse into a stick of dynamite and stroll down toward the boat.

"It dawned on me that he was going to shoot fish if there were any about; but the sun was beastly hot, and I just reclined there and hoped he'd have luck.

"About half an hour after he disappeared we heard the explosion. But he didn't come back. We waited till the cool of sunset, and down on the beach found what had become of him. The boat was there all right, grounded by the prevailing breeze, but there was no Olaf. He would never have to eat coconut again. We went back, shakier than ever, and cracked another square-face.

"The next day the cook announced that he would rather take his chance with dynamite than continue trying to exist on coconut, and that, though he didn't know anything about dynamite, he knew a sight too much about coconut. So we bit the detonator down for him, shoved in a fuse, and picked him a good fire-stick, while he jolted up with a couple more stiff ones of gin.

"It was the same programme as the day before. After a while we heard the explosion and at twilight went down to the boat, from which we scraped enough of the cook for a funeral.

"The carpenter and I stuck it out two days more, then we drew straws for it and it was his turn. We parted with harsh words; for he wanted to take a square-face along to refresh himself by the way, while I was set against running any chance of wasting the gin. Besides, he had more than he could carry then, and he wobbled and staggered as he walked.

"Same thing, only there was a whole lot of him left for me to bury, because he'd prepared only half a stick. I managed to last it out till next day, when, after duly fortifying myself, I got sufficient courage to tackle the dynamite. I used only a third of a stick-- you know, short fuse, with the end split so as to hold the head of a safety match. That's where I mended my predecessors' methods. Not using the match-head, they'd too-long fuses. Therefore, when they spotted a school of mullet; and lighted the fuse, they had to hold the dynamite till the fuse burned short before they threw it. If they threw it too soon, it wouldn't go off the instant it hit the water, while the splash of it would frighten the mullet away. Funny stuff dynamite. At any rate, I still maintain mine was the safer method.

"I picked up a school of mullet before I'd been rowing five minutes. Fine big fat ones they were, and I could smell them over the fire. When I stood up, fire-stick in one hand, dynamite stick in the other, my knees were knocking together. Maybe it was the gin, or the anxiousness, or the weakness and the hunger, and maybe it was the result of all of them, but at any rate I was all of a shake. Twice I failed to touch the fire-stick to the dynamite. Then I did, heard the match-head splutter, and let her go.

"Now I don't know what happened to the others, but I know what I did. I got turned about. Did you ever stem a strawberry and throw the strawberry away and pop the stem into your mouth? That's what I did. I threw the fire-stick into the water after the mullet and held on to the dynamite. And my arm went off with the stick when it went off. . . . "

Slim investigated the tomato-can for water to mix himself a drink, but found it empty. He stood up.

"Heigh ho," he yawned, and started down the path to the river.

In several minutes he was back. He mixed the due quantity of river slush with the alcohol, took a long, solitary drink, and stared with bitter moodiness into the fire.

"Yes, but . . . " Fatty suggested. "What happened then?"

"Oh," sad Slim. "Then the princess married me, of course."

"But you were the only person left, and there wasn't any princess . . . " Whiskers cried out abruptly, and then let his voice trail away to embarrassed silence.

Slim stared unblinkingly into the fire.

Percival Delaney and Chauncey Delarouse looked at each other. Quietly, in solemn silence, each with his one arm aided the one arm of the other in rolling and tying his bundle. And in silence, bundles slung on shoulders, they went away out of the circle of firelight. Not until they reached the top of the railroad embankment did they speak.

"No gentleman would have done it," said Whiskers.

"No gentleman would have done it," Fatty agreed.

Glen Ellen, California, September 26, 1916.
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But no hobo was the man.
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Even an alki-stiff would have reckoned himself immeasurably superior.
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He was truly horrible-appearing.
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He might have been sixty years of age; he might have been ninety.
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His garments might have been discarded by a rag-picker.
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And he had but one arm.
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Yet was he cheerful.
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Out of the darkness emerged a man as filthy ragged as he.
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He bulged everywhere.
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He was composed of bulges.
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His bulbous nose was the size and shape of a turnip.
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His eyelids bulged and his blue eyes bulged in competition with them.
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In many places the seams of his garments had parted across the bulges of body.
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"Say, Whiskers, how'd ye keep the night dew out of that nose o' yourn?"
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"Can it, Fatty, can it," Whiskers muttered wearily.
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"They ain't nothin' new in that line of chatter.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 46
Even the bulls hand it out to me."
3 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 48
From within the bundle he brought to light a twelve-ounce bottle of alki.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 50
But the next comer proved to be not merely one of their own ilk, but likewise to have only one arm.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 51
So forbidding of aspect was he that greetings consisted of no more than grunts.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 54
His one hand, lean and crooked, was a talon.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 58
Fatty duplicated the performance.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 60
"Huh!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 62
"Huh!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 63
the other repeated, reaching his one talon into his side coat pocket with swift definiteness.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 64
"A hell of a chance you two cheap bums 'd have with me."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 65
The talon emerged, clutching ready for action a six-pound iron quoit.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 66
"We ain't lookin' for trouble, Slim," Fatty quavered.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 67
"Who in hell are you to call me 'Slim'?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 68
came the snarling answer.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 69
"Me?
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 71
"It'll do, it'll do," Whiskers muttered uncomfortably.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 72
"One monica's as good as another, I find, at my time of life.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 4 weeks ago
unit 73
And everybody hands it out to me anyway.
3 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 74
And I need an umbrella when it rains to keep from getting drowned, an' all the rest of it."
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 75
"I ain't used to company--don't like it," Slim growled.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 76
"So if you guys want to stick around, mind your step, that's all, mind your step."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 78
Then he changed his mind, glared at his companions savagely, and unrolled his bundle.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 79
Appeared in his hand a druggist's bottle of alki.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 82
"Here's some water for the mixin's," Whiskers said, proffering his tomato-can of river slush.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 83
"Stockyards just above," he added apologetically.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 84
"But they say--" "Huh!"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 85
Slim snapped short, mixing the drink.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 86
"I've drunk worse'n stockyards in my time."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 88
Whiskers was the first to brazen it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 89
"I've sat in at many a finer drinking," he bragged.
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 90
"With the pewter," Slim sneered.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 91
"With the silver," Whiskers corrected.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 92
Slim turned a scorching eye-interrogation on Fatty.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 93
Fatty nodded.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 94
"Beneath the salt," said Slim.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 95
"Above it," came Fatty's correction.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 96
"I was born above it, and I've never travelled second class.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 97
First or steerage, but no intermediate in mine."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 98
"Yourself?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 99
Whiskers queried of Slim.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 100
"In broken glass to the Queen, God bless her," Slim answered, solemnly, without snarl or sneer.
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 101
"In the pantry?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 102
Fatty insinuated.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 103
Simultaneously Slim reached for his quoit, and Whiskers and Fatty for their rocks.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 104
"Now don't let's get feverish," Fatty said, dropping his own weapon.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 105
"We aren't scum.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 106
We're gentlemen.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 107
Let's drink like gentlemen."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 108
"Let it be a real drinking," Whiskers approved.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 109
"Let's get petrified," Slim agreed.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 112
The other two nodded a descent from similar fathers, and elevated their tin cans of alcohol.
2 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 114
But their English had improved.
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 6 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 115
unit 116
"It's my constitution," Whiskers was explaining.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 117
"Very few men could go through what I have and live to tell the tale.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 118
And I never took any care of myself.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 120
And it's the same with you two.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 122
He broke off to mix another drink, and Fatty took up the tale.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 124
"I should say so, I should say so," Fatty confirmed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 125
"And been loved by princesses--at least I have."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 126
"Go on and tell us about it," Whiskers urged.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 127
unit 129
"It must be known that I came of good family.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 131
"What name?"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 132
Fatty queried.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 133
"I did not seem quite to catch it."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 134
"Delarouse, Chauncey Delarouse.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 135
The name will serve as well as any."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 136
Both completed the handshake and glanced to Slim.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 137
"Oh, well, while we're about it .
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 138
.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 139
. "
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 140
Fatty urged.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 141
"Bruce Cadogan Cavendish," Slim growled morosely.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 142
"Go on, Percival, with your princesses and the roofs of kings."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 146
Women turned their heads to look when I went by.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 147
The women!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 148
God bless them!"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 150
"And the Princess!"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 151
he resumed, with another kiss to the stars.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 153
Lord, Lord, in the water she was a mermaid, a sea-goddess.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 154
And when it came to blood, beside her I was parvenu.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 155
Her royal line traced back into the mists of antiquity.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 156
"She was not a daughter of a fair-skinned folk.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 167
In fact, they trace their genealogies always by the female line."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 171
unit 172
When my arm went out to her to girdle her, presto, she was not there.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 175
But Percival Delaney was not to be deterred.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 176
He kissed his pudgy hand aloft into the night and held warmly on.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 178
Every sweet lover's inferno unguessed of by Dante she led me through.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 179
Ah!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 182
It was by my prowess at swimming that I awoke her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 186
.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 187
.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 188
.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 189
And to think I used to do that!"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 192
I could stay down four minutes.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 195
"Tell of the Princess.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 196
That's what makes old blood leap again.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 197
Almost can I see her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 198
Was she wonderful?"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 199
Percival Delaney kissed unutterable affirmation.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 200
"I have said she was a mermaid.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 201
She was.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 203
I have seen her do ninety feet and bring up pearl shell in each hand.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 204
She was wonderful.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 205
As a woman she was ravishing, sublime.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 206
I have said she was a sea-goddess.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 207
She was.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 209
"And that day, out for squid on the reef, I was almost sick for her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 210
Mad--I know I was mad for her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 212
And at last, down, far down, I lost myself and reached for her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 215
It was the old trick to escape a shark.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 216
And she worked it on me, rolling the water so that I could not see her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 218
"Almost I would not be denied.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 219
But not for nothing was she a princess.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 220
She rested her hand on my arm and compelled me to listen.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 223
"I got no squid.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 224
Never again in all my life have I dived for squid.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 227
I turned.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 228
There it was, alongside of me, and no mere fish-shark.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 233
Remember, she was the woman wonderful, and I was aflame for her.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 235
And the man-eater turned on me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 238
"The Princess unaware, caught her squid and rose to the surface.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 239
The man-eater rushed me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 241
The scars are there to this day.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 243
Whenever he rushed me, I fended him off with my hands on his nose.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 244
And I would have escaped unharmed, except for the slip of my right hand.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 245
Into his mouth it went to the elbow.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 246
His jaws closed, just below the elbow.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 247
You know how a shark's teeth are.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 248
Once in they cannot be released.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 252
This did not stop him.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 253
The meat had maddened him.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 254
He pursued the gushing stump of my wrist.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 255
Half a dozen times I fended with my intact arm.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 257
unit 258
Percival Delaney shrugged his shoulders, ere he resumed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 260
To this day they still sing the song of me, and tell the tale of me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 261
And the Princess."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 262
His pause was brief but significant.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 263
"The Princess married me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 264
.
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unit 265
.
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unit 266
.
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unit 268
.
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unit 269
. "
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 273
.
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unit 274
.
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unit 275
as chance along.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 276
unit 278
I may still wonder to query: 'Are Dover's cliffs still white?'"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 279
"Huh!"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 280
Bruce Cadogan Cavendish sneered.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 281
"Next you'll be asking: 'How fares the old Lord Warden?'"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 284
I knew the worst too young.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 285
And now I know the worst too old.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 286
But there was a time, alas all too short, when I knew, the best.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 287
"I, too, kiss my hand to the Princess of my heart.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 292
The seafaring gentry the round ocean around called it the Adamless Eden.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 294
As for me, it was, and ever shall be, Paradise.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 295
"It was MY Paradise, for it was there my Princess lived.
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unit 296
John Asibeli Tungi was king.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 298
Also was he known as John the Apostate.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 299
He lived a long life and apostasized frequently.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 306
In this he was aided and abetted by a renegade Fijian.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 307
This lasted five years.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 313
All of which was lovely for the traders, and prosperity reigned.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 314
Of course, most of his subjects followed him back into heathen worship.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 317
Everything went, so long as the taxes were paid.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 322
"She was the daughter of Queen Mamare.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 323
She was the woman wonderful.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 324
Unlike the Diana type of Polynesian, she was almost ethereal.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 326
She was all flower, and fire, and dew.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 327
Hers was the sweetness of the mountain rose, the gentleness of the dove.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 329
But make no mistake.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 330
She was no mere sweet spirit ripe for the bosom of Abraham.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 331
All of exquisite deliciousness of woman was she.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 333
I was a wastrel of the beach.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 335
It was esteemed I played the stiffest hand of poker.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 337
And on a black night I have done it under reefs in a gale of wind.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 340
I remember one, a calcined Scotchman from the New Hebrides.
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unit 341
It was a great drinking.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 345
It was the real thing.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 346
I was as mad as a March hare, and after that I got only madder.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 347
I reformed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 348
Think of that!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 350
I reformed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 351
I went to church.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 352
Hear me!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 353
I became converted.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 356
I discharged my best captain for immorality.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 357
So did I my cook, and a better never boiled water in Manatomana.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 358
For the same reason I discharged my chief clerk.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 362
And he was a man, through and through a man.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 365
"'Our poor church,' she said to me, one night after prayer-meeting.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 366
I had been converted only a fortnight.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 367
'It is so small its congregation can never grow.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 368
And the roof leaks.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 369
And King John, my hard-hearted father, will not contribute a penny.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 370
Yet he has a big balance in the treasury.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 371
And Manatomana is not poor.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 372
Much money is made and squandered, I know.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 373
I hear the gossip of the wild ways of the beach.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 375
unit 376
(I'd had an infernal run of bad luck.)
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 377
I told her I had not tasted liquor since, nor turned a card.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 381
They say, next to Sweitzer, you are the richest trader here.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 382
unit 385
"'As big as the Catholic church?'
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 386
she asked.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 388
"'But it will take money,' I explained.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 389
'And it takes time to make money.'
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 390
"'You have much,' she said.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 391
'Some say you have more money than my father, the King.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 392
"'I have more credit,' I explained.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 393
'But you do not understand money.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 394
It takes money to have credit.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 396
"Work!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 397
I was a surprise to myself.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 399
And I didn't waste a second of all my new-found time.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 400
Instead I worked it overtime.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 401
I did the work of half a dozen men.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 402
I became a driver.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 404
And I saw to it that my supercargoes did see to it.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 405
"And good!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 406
By the Lord Harry I was so good it hurt.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 409
And I compounded the interest as well.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 410
"Work!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 411
I planted sugar cane--the first commercial planting on Manatomana.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 416
"Of course there was a rival.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 417
His name was Motomoe.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 418
He was the very highest chief blood next to King John's.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 420
He certainly glowered at me when I began hanging around the palace.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 421
He went back in my history and circulated the blackest tales about me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 422
The worst of it was that most of them were true.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 425
He challenged me to fight, and I kept off of him.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 427
unit 428
"She used to play the piano.
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unit 429
So did I, once.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 430
But I never let her know after I'd heard her play the first time.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 431
And she thought her playing was wonderful, the dear, fond girl!
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 432
unit 433
And now I'll tell you something funnier.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 434
Her playing WAS wonderful to me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 435
The gates of heaven opened to me when she played.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 438
It kind of brought her within my human reach.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 440
My weariness fell from me.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 441
unit 443
--That's right, Bruce Cadogan Cavendish, sneer as you like.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 444
But I tell you that's love that I've been describing.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 445
That's all.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 446
It's love.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 447
It's the realest, purest, finest thing that can happen to a man.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 448
And I know what I'm talking about.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 449
It happened to me."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 454
"I had my troubles the first several days.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 455
If it wasn't one thing the matter with the mill, it was another.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 457
I was bothered by the feeder.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 461
And, the rollers now white from the lime, I'd just seen what was wrong.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 462
The rollers were not in plumb.
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unit 463
One side crushed the cane well, but the other side was too open.
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unit 464
I shoved my fingers in on that side.
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unit 465
The big, toothed cogs on the rollers did not touch my fingers.
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unit 466
And yet, suddenly, they did.
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unit 468
And, like a slick of cane, I had started on my way.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 469
There was no stopping me.
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unit 470
Ten thousand horses could not have pulled me back.
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unit 471
There was nothing to stop me.
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unit 473
"It did hurt.
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unit 474
It hurt so much it did not hurt me at all.
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unit 476
O engineer hoist by thine own petard!
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unit 477
O sugar-maker crushed by thine own cane-crusher!
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unit 479
unit 480
No, I didn't expect anything of him.
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unit 481
Hadn't he tried to knock me on the head?
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unit 482
What could he do anyway?
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unit 483
He didn't know anything about engines.
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unit 485
And there I stood, up to the elbow and feeding right on in.
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unit 486
Yes, it did hurt.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 488
unit 489
"Motomoe made a movement that attracted my attention.
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unit 490
unit 492
And I was grateful to him in advance for putting me out of my misery.
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unit 494
So I was grateful, as I bent my head to the blow.
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unit 495
"'Get your head out of the way, you idiot!'
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unit 496
he barked at me.
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unit 497
"And then I understood and obeyed.
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unit 500
.
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unit 501
.
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unit 502
she married me."
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unit 503
He partly assuaged his thirst, and uttered his final word.
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unit 504
"Alackaday!
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unit 505
Shuttlecock and battle-dore.
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unit 508
.
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unit 509
. "
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unit 511
Bruce Cadogan Cavendish glared into the fire with implacable bitterness.
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unit 512
He was a man who preferred to drink by himself.
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unit 514
unit 515
"Well, how about yourself, Bruce Cadogan Cavendish?
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unit 516
It's your turn."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 518
"I've lived a hard life," Slim grated harshly.
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unit 519
"What do I know about love passages?"
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unit 520
unit 521
"And what of it?"
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unit 522
Slim snarled.
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unit 523
"It's no reason for a gentleman to boast of amorous triumphs."
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unit 524
"Oh, go on, be a good fellow," Fatty urged.
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unit 525
"The night's still young.
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unit 526
We've still some drink left.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 527
Delarouse and I have contributed our share.
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unit 528
It isn't often that three real ones like us get together for a telling.
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unit 530
He sighed, and put back the quoit.
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unit 531
unit 532
"Like you two, I have had a remarkable constitution.
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unit 534
Like you two, my beginnings were far distant and different.
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unit 535
unit 536
.
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unit 537
.
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unit 538
unless either of you care to discuss the matter now .
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unit 539
.
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unit 540
. "
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unit 541
His one hand slipped into his pocket and clutched the quoit.
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unit 542
Neither of his auditors spoke nor betrayed any awareness of his menace.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 544
"But first I must tell you of how I got to Tagalag.
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unit 548
"Proceed," Fatty sighed.
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unit 549
"I .
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unit 550
.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 551
.
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unit 552
I have quite forgotten what I was going to say."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 555
"No, sir," was the snarling answer.
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unit 556
"The Sea Wolf's dead, isn't he?
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unit 557
And I'm still alive, aren't I?"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 558
"Of course, of course," Whiskers conceded.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 564
And I know the bottom and whereof I speak.
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unit 568
Fatty queried.
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unit 570
"They're all head-hunters.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 571
Heads are valuable, especially a white man's head.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 572
They decorate the canoe-houses and devil-devil houses with them.
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unit 573
Each village runs a jack-pot, and everybody antes.
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unit 574
Whoever brings in a white man's head takes the pot.
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unit 576
Beastly funny, isn't it?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 577
"I know.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 578
Didn't a Holland mate die on me of blackwater?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 579
And didn't I win a pot myself?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 580
It was this way.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 581
We were lying at Lango-lui at the time.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 582
I never let on, and arranged the affair with Johnny, my boat-steerer.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 583
He was a kinky-head himself from Port Moresby.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 585
He opened the pot with the mate's head, and got it, too.
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unit 587
"How big was the pot?"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 588
Whiskers asked.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 589
"I heard of a pot at Orla worth eighty quid."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 591
That was two hundred dollars right there.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 593
And there were twenty-two gold sovereigns.
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unit 595
Johnny never complained.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 596
He'd never had so much wealth all at one time in his life.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 597
Besides, I gave him a couple of the mate's old shirts.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 598
And I fancy the mate's head is still there decorating the canoe- house."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 599
"Not exactly Christian burial of a Christian," Whiskers observed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 600
"But a lucrative burial," Slim retorted.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 601
"I had to feed the rest of the mate over-side to the sharks for nothing.
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unit 602
Think of feeding an eight-hundred-dollar head along with it.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 603
It would have been criminal waste and stark lunacy.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 604
"Well, anyway, it was all beastly funny, over there to the westward.
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unit 606
"Typhoon season.
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unit 607
We caught it.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 609
I never saw such seas.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 610
They pounded that stout craft to pieces, literally so.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 613
And we outfitted that boat in a hurry.
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unit 614
unit 615
There were only four of us--" "Lost all the niggers?"
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unit 616
Whiskers inquired.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 617
"Some of them swam for some time," Slim replied.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 618
"But I don't fancy they made the land.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 619
We were ten days' in doing it.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 620
And we had a spanking breeze most of the way.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 621
And what do you think we had in the boat with us?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 622
Cases of square-face gin and cases of dynamite.
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unit 623
Funny, wasn't it?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 624
Well, it got funnier later on.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 626
"Now Tagalag is the disappointingest island I've ever beheld.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 627
It shows up out of the sea so as you can make its fall twenty miles off.
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unit 630
And that's all.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 631
Nothing lives there.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 632
The outside and the inside of the crater are too steep.
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unit 633
At one place, inside, is a patch of about a thousand coconut palms.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 634
And that's all, as I said, saving a few insects.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 635
No four-legged thing, even a rat, inhabits the place.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 639
Why don't you laugh?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 640
It's funny, I tell you.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 641
Try it some time.--Holland gin and straight coconut diet.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 642
I've never been able to look a confectioner's window in the face since.
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unit 644
Funny?
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 645
It must make the devil scream.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 647
It certainly unbalanced our digestions.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 649
After a couple of weeks of it, Olaf, a squarehead sailor, got an idea.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 652
"About half an hour after he disappeared we heard the explosion.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 653
But he didn't come back.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 656
He would never have to eat coconut again.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 657
We went back, shakier than ever, and cracked another square-face.
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unit 660
"It was the same programme as the day before.
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unit 668
That's where I mended my predecessors' methods.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 669
Not using the match-head, they'd too-long fuses.
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unit 672
Funny stuff dynamite.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 673
At any rate, I still maintain mine was the safer method.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 674
"I picked up a school of mullet before I'd been rowing five minutes.
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unit 675
Fine big fat ones they were, and I could smell them over the fire.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 678
Twice I failed to touch the fire-stick to the dynamite.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 679
Then I did, heard the match-head splutter, and let her go.
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unit 680
"Now I don't know what happened to the others, but I know what I did.
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unit 681
I got turned about.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 683
That's what I did.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 685
And my arm went off with the stick when it went off.
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unit 686
.
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unit 687
.
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unit 688
. "
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 690
He stood up.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 691
"Heigh ho," he yawned, and started down the path to the river.
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unit 692
In several minutes he was back.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 694
"Yes, but .
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 695
.
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unit 696
. "
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 697
Fatty suggested.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 698
"What happened then?"
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 699
"Oh," sad Slim.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 700
"Then the princess married me, of course."
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 701
"But you were the only person left, and there wasn't any princess .
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unit 702
.
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unit 703
. "
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 705
Slim stared unblinkingly into the fire.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 706
Percival Delaney and Chauncey Delarouse looked at each other.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 709
unit 710
"No gentleman would have done it," said Whiskers.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 711
"No gentleman would have done it," Fatty agreed.
0 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity None
unit 712
Glen Ellen, California, September 26, 1916.
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