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Updated: May 9, 2025
And again circumstance was kind. "If it's Farr's Landing you want," said the boat-man, leading a precarious way down a dark wharf, "I guess you've come to the right party. 'Taint a place many folks know. But I ran in there once to borrow some gas. Queer gink that there Chinaman! Anyone know you're coming? Anyone likely to show a light or anything?"
The launch slipped neatly in beside the float. "Want any help?" asked the boat-man curiously as his passenger sprang from the moving launch. Spence did not hear him. He was already across the sodden planks. Only the up-trail now lay between him and the end or the beginning. The shadows of the trees stretched waving arms. He felt strong as steel, light as air as he sprang up the wooded path....
The professor said that his visit was unexpected. They would have to manage without a light. The boat-man feared that, in that case, the terms might "run to" a bit more. But, upon receiving a wink from the taxi-man, did not waste time in stating how far they might run, but devoted himself to the encouragement of a cold engine and the business of getting under way.
Thus situated we were endeavoring to be reconciled to our allotment, when most unexpectedly, about two o'clock, we espied a small fishing-boat sailing towards Patras, and immediately ran down to the shore, a considerable distance, to make signals to the boat-man, and inquire whether he would convey us to Vostizza, a place within a day's journey of Patras.
A long interval ... the sailing moon ... the swish of parting water as the launch cut through ... "Must be thereabouts now," said the boat-man suddenly. "I'll slow her down. Keep your eye skinned for the landing." A period of endless waiting, while the launch crept cautiously along the rocky shore then a darker shadow in the shadows and the boat-man's excited "Got it!"
"You're a good fellow, Bill; I knew that you couldn't stand it long, if Sweet Sall kept a still tongue in her head. That reel's the very thing to drive away bad humors, though there's another that I learnt from John Blodget, the boat-man, that sounds to me the merriest and comicalest thing in the world.
One of the Frenchmen by the Name of Gravline an honest discrete man and an excellent boat-man is imployed to conduct the barge as a pilot; we have therefore every hope that the barge and with her our dispatches will arrive safe at St. Louis. Mr.
Meanwhile we will take good care of it." "There will be few pleasure-seekers on the Vesle this summer," answered the boat-man, "and the Ark will be safer with you than rotting at the pier, let alone the chance of its being blown up by a shell. I'm glad you've got her, and glad you are going away from Rheims.
"What I mean to say is, what kind of man do you want?" "Any man who will take me where I want to go." The taxi-man nodded. "All right. That's easy." In less time than even to the professor seemed possible the required boat-man was produced and bargained with. That is to say he was requested to mention his terms and produce his launch, both of which he did without hesitancy.
"Here she comes!" said his pilot with satisfaction. "Some moon, ain't she?" "Hurry!" There was an urge in the professor's voice which fitted in but poorly with the magic of the night. The boat-man felt it and wondered. He tried a little conversation. "Know the old Doc. well?" he inquired. "Queer old duck, eh? And that Li Ho is about the most Chinky Chinaman I ever seen.
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