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Van Wyk, as if to explain the cause of a shudder than ran over him audibly. "Jack's broken out on a drunk. That's our second. It's his way. He will be right enough by to-morrow afternoon, only Mr. Massy will keep on worrying up and down the deck. We had better get away." He muttered suggestively of a talk "up at the house." He had long desired to effect an entrance there, but Mr.
They had a safe refuge in the river at Batu Beru. He financed more especially a Balinini chief called Haji Daman. Captain Whalley, nodding significantly his bushy white eyebrows, had very good reason to know something of that. The world had progressed since that time. Mr. Van Wyk demurred with unexpected acrimony. Progressed in what? he wanted to know.
The commando had already left Marabastad when we started for Tweefontein, near Warmbad, on our now strong, sleek horses. There we joined Commandant Kemp, of the Krugersdorp commando, under Wyk III., who had parted from Ben Viljoen at Marabastad because the latter had on a Sunday afternoon during service fired off several cannon-shots for the edification of a few fast women.
On the 1st of March our adventurous traveller, having resolved on putting a girdle round about the world, took her passage for China in the Dutch barque Lootpuit, Captain Van Wyk Jurianse. On the 26th of April, her eyes were gladdened with a view of the "island-Eden" of the Southern seas, Tahiti, the largest and most beautiful of the Society group.
Van Wyk for, now?" "Far from it, Mr. Massy. I am not good enough for Mr. Van Wyk. Neither are you, sir, in his opinion, I am afraid. Captain Whalley is, it seems. He's gone to ask him to dine up at the house this evening." Then he murmured to himself darkly "I hope he will like it." Mr.
"I've noticed of late that you are not quite yourself, old friend." He put an affectionate gentleness into the last two words. The real intimacy of their intercourse had never been so vividly expressed before. "Tut, tut, tut!" The wicker-chair creaked heavily. "Irritable," commented Mr. Van Wyk to himself; and aloud, "I'll expect to see you in half an hour, then," he said negligently, moving off.
On the shore, a voice, cultivated, slightly authoritative, spoke very close alongside "Brought any mail for me this time?" "Yes, Mr. Van Wyk." This was from Sterne, answering over the rail in a tone of respectful cordiality. "Shall I bring it up to you?" But the voice asked again "Where's the captain?" "Still on the bridge, I believe. He hasn't left his chair. Shall I . . ."
The voice interrupted negligently. "I will come on board." "Mr. Van Wyk," Sterne suddenly broke out with an eager effort, "will you do me the favor . . ." The mate walked away quickly towards the gangway. A silence fell. Mr. Massy in the dark did not move. He did not move even when he heard slow shuffling footsteps pass his cabin lazily. He contented himself to bellow out through the closed door
Still it was nothing very unusual, especially in a man of his age. Mr. Van Wyk shook his head. Captain Whalley looked good for a hundred years. "Perfectly true," assented the lawyer. "The old fellow looked as though he had come into the world full-grown and with that long beard. I could never, somehow, imagine him either younger or older don't you know.
"Thank you, sir. I am sure you couldn't get anybody that would care more for your interests." "Well, it suits my interest that Captain Whalley should finish his time. I shall probably take a passage with you down the Straits. If that can be done, I'll be on the spot when all these changes take place, and in a position to look after your interests." "Mr. Van Wyk, I want nothing better.
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