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Updated: May 6, 2025
My name is Clinton Webb, I have every reason to believe that my mother has cabled me some money in Mr. Hefferan's care, and I expect there are letters for me, too. I want the money and the letters " "Too late, you scoundrel!" he snarled at me, still shaking his fist. "Your game is played too late. Not that we would have believed a scoundrelly beach-comber like you " "You don't believe what?"
At the end of which time he met a plaintive little Englishwoman, just out from Home, and she, knowing nothing whatever of Rivers, but being taken with his glib tongue and rather handsome person, married him. As the wife of a confirmed beach-comber she had rather a hard time of it.
Engaged on a work of scientific research, he has not committed any of his innumerable adventures, warlike or wandering, to print. The following "yarn" he sent to me lately, in a letter on some points of native customs. Of course the description of the Beach-comber, in the book referred to, is purely fictitious.
Then, as the other charged, Gavin sidestepped with perfect ease, and, when the beach-comber wheeled clumsily to face him, threw one foot forward and at the same time pushed the larger man's shoulder violently with his open palm. It was a repetition of the "leverage theory" Gavin had so recently been expounding to his antagonist.
The natives worship him, and he is the First AEsthetic Beach-comber. Te-a-Iti, The Pacific. Dear Maitland, As my old friend and tutor at Lothian, you ask me to join the Oxford Home Rule Association. Excuse my delay in answering. Your letter was sent to that detested and long-deserted newspaper office in Fleet Street, and from Fleet Street to Te-a- Iti; thank Heaven! it is a long way.
"Now you're going to talk," she cried to Hoang, as the bound Chinaman sat upon the beach, leaning his back against the great skull. "Charlie, ask him if they saved the ambergris when the junk went down if they've got it now?" Charlie put the question in Chinese, but the beach-comber only twinkled his vicious eyes upon them and held his peace.
"That's Tommy, the cabin boy; and yonder's Mr. Mathison, the beach-comber; and you" indicating a giant of a man with an aquiline nose and a square-cut beard "you are Mr. Bob Fletcher, the ringleader!" A giggle of subdued merriment ran round the room. An instinctive respect kept it within bounds, or perhaps it was Bob Fletcher's fierce and warning look that cowed any incipient rowdyism.
But the beach-comber merely staggered back, seeking instinctively to guard his battered face, and to regain his balance. In at the reeling foe tore Gavin Brice, showering him with systematic punches to every vulnerable spot above the belt line. It was merciless punishment, and it was delivered with rare deftness.
My friend the beach-comber treated his dusky labourers with distinguished consideration, fed them well, housed them well, taught them the game of cricket, and dismissed them, when the term of their engagement was up, to their island homes. He was, in fact, a planter, with a taste for observing wild life in out-of-the- way places.
"Only this, if she's all you say she is, why does she pick out an absconder for a friend, a chap who dare not show his fiz in the States? I heard the tale from a man once employed in his office back in New York. A beach-comber, a dock-walloper, if there ever was one." "Mallow, you'll have to explain that instantly." "Hold your horses, my friend. What I'm telling you is on the level.
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