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I'm out of the Navy now, and it doesn't make any difference what I say, so I'll have my preachment out. If I were Admiral Farquhar, and you were Edward Debney, ex-commander, I'd say: "Debney, you're a damned good fellow and a damned bad officer." "The Admiral liked Edward, in spite of all, better than any man in the Squadron, for Ted's brains were worth those of any half-dozen officers he had.
They had been children in the one mother's arms; there was nothing in common between them now except that ancient love. Nearing the Farilones, Captain Debney was put off in an open boat. Standing there alone, he was once more a naval officer, and he called out sternly: "Sir, I hope to sink you and your smuggling craft within four- and-twenty hours!"
"What was it made you think you had come across him at Singapore?" "Oh, certain significant things." "What was he doing?" Debney looked at his old friend for a moment debatingly, then said quietly: "Slave-dealing, and doing it successfully, under the noses of men-of-war of all nations." "But you decided it was not he after all?" "I doubted. If Ted came to that, he would do it in a very big way.
The long wash of the Pacific was in their ears at their left, behind them was the Presidio, from which they had come after a visit to the officers, and before them was the warm, inviting distance of waters, which lead, as all men know, to the Lotos Isles. Debney sighed and shook his head. "He was, by nature, the ablest man I ever knew. Everything in the world interested him."
Debney gave us a splendid reception. The governess to the family afterwards became Mrs. R. K. Milson, of Springvale, and her eldest son lately was married to Miss Morgan-Reade, of Winton. On our return to Davonport Downs, we found Mr. McGuigan laid up with fever, so I took him into Winton. In November, 1884, Sir Thos.
He made a sign, the gangway was closed, he gave the word for full steam ahead, and the Hornet began to race through the water before Captain Debney guessed his purpose. "What do you mean to do?" he asked sternly, as he saw his own gig falling astern. "To make it hard for you to blow me to pieces. You've got to do it, of course, if you can, but I must get a start."
Just as he was lifting anchor to get away, he saw a boat shoot out from the side of the Cormorant. Captain Debney, indignant at the lack of etiquette, and a little suspicious also now for there was no Hornet in the Pacific Squadron, though there was a Hornet, he knew, in the China Squadron was coming to visit the discourteous commander.
He simply choked, and then, before the whole ship, dropped both hands on his shoulders, and said: 'Debney, you're a damned good fellow and a damned bad officer, and I wish to God you were a damned bad fellow and a damned good officer for then there were no need to part. At that they parted.
The horses started, and I kept them going. Just then a small voice was heard from the back seat of the trap, "Mr. Corfield, will you please remember there's a lady in the buggy." Shaw and I immediately retired into our boots, but the horses gave no further trouble. At that time I think Monkira was the farthest station down the river. Mr. Debney had come from Adelaide. He and Mrs.
"And God shall turn upon them violently, and toss them like a ball into a large country." "Poor Ted, poor Ted! I'd give my commission to see him once again." "I believe you would, Debney." "I knew him to the last button of his nature, and any one who knew him well could never think hardly of him. There were five of us brothers, and we all worshipped him.
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