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"I don't b'lieve 'e can walk a plank," surmised a cockney gravely. "'E's too drunk; 'e'd fall hoff." "Where's Farnol Greer, Mulcher?" snapped Madden disgustedly. "Is he drunk, too?" "D-drunk you don't think we're drunk, sor?" "We 'ave been drinkin' a little, sor, but we're not drunk." "Oi am," nodded Hogan, resting his chin on Galton's shoulder as if from deep affection.
Presently he became aware of a voice calling his name. It seemed a long way off, but when he looked around he saw Farnol Greer quite close to him. The thick-set black-headed fellow motioned for Madden to approach, and the American kicked himself and his float in that direction. A little later he saw that Malone was with Farnol, and that the two were supporting a third man.
"I think they got throwed overboard, one by one, sir." "One by one!" Madden stared at the solemn faced fellow. Farnol nodded stolidly. "Just so, sir." "You mean ?" "The plague, sir." "O-oh!" The American stared around the deck with new eyes. Greer's explanation struck home with a certain convincingness. The mere thought of disease-laden surroundings filled him with alarm.
He had not intended to be insulting when he first spoke, but all the sarcastic and abusive epithets that he had thought during the long super-heated days of nerve-racked listening, now rushed out like steam from a boiler. Farnol stared straight at the nervous fellow. "Are you insane?" he asked in wondering contempt,
The thatched cottages, the neatly-clipped hedges, the churchyard with its headstones and tumbling wall, all seemed to fit in with what we expected. When we passed a public-house with its wooden sign emblazoned with "The Three Feathers," or some such emblem, the picture was complete it was the England of Jeffery Farnol! Later we swung across the ample Downs, passing on our way Stonehenge.
"There was somebody on that schooner this morning, Farnol?" "Just what I was thinking, sir." "He could have hidden from us. You thought he must be crazy a crazy man would probably have secreted himself." "I had it in mind, sir, the very thing." "Now could he possibly make a light like this?" Greer remained silent. The queer fellow never said anything when he had nothing to say.
One of the navvies caught the expression on Madden's face, and blurted, "If I 'ad it, I'd bring it back 'onest!" Leonard suddenly recalled his suspicions. He looked at Farnol Greer, whose timely shouting and attack had practically quelled the rising.
As Leonard stared a queer thought came into his head. He looked around at his companions. In the faint radiance from the mysterious schooner, he could make out their faces, pale blurs all fixed on the strange spectacle. He picked out the heavy form of Farnol Greer and moved over to his friend. Under the cover of excited talking and exclamations, he asked in a low tone.
Jerry had not sympathised sufficiently with Bohun in this affair.... "He only grinned," Bohun told me indignantly afterwards. "No sense of patriotism at all. After all, Englishmen ought to stick together." Finally, Bohun tested Jerry's literary knowledge. Jerry seemed to have none. He liked Fielding, and a man called Farnol and Jack London. He never read poetry.
Farnol Greer, on the other hand, was as heavily moulded as a bulldog. His arms were short and blocky; his shoulders welted with brawn; his chest was two hairy hills, like a gorilla's, while across his stomach muscles lay ridged like ropes. His waist was thick with pones of sinew bulging over the hips, as one sees in the statue of Discobolus.
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