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Here are the names on the register; perhaps you would care to look at them while I go and see about the baggage?" Amalu. "Pinkerton," said I, suddenly, "have you that Occidental in your pocket?" "Never left me," said Pinkerton, producing the paper. I turned to the account of the wreck. "Here," said I; "here's the name. 'Elias Goddedaal, mate. Why do we never come across Elias Goddedaal?"

"Ay, ay, sir!" from Goddedaal. "What the devil's wrong?" asked Wicks. "Nothing, I daresay," returned Trent. "But you'll allow it's a queer thing when a boat turns up in mid-ocean with half a ton of specie and everybody armed," he added, pointing to Wicks's pocket. "Your boat will lay comfortably astern, while you come below and make yourself satisfactory." "O, if that's all!" said Wicks.

Goddedaal waited on them with a kindness far before courtesy, a kindness like that of some old, honest countrywoman in her farm. It was remembered afterwards that Trent took little share in these attentions, but sat much absorbed in thought, and seemed to remember and forget the presence of his guests alternately. Presently he addressed the Chinaman.

I must have lain for some time inert and stupidly miserable, before I became aware of a reiterated knocking at the door; with which discovery all my wits flowed back in their accustomed channels, and I remembered the sale, and the wreck, and Goddedaal, and Nares, and Johnson, and Black Tom, and the troubles of yesterday, and the manifold engagements of the day that was to come.

And all at once, as I thus stood, the City of Pekin flashed into my mind, racing her thirteen knots for Honolulu, with the hated Trent perhaps with the mysterious Goddedaal on board; and with the thought the blood leaped and careered through all my body.

Goddedaal; and that Trent had always signed with his left hand. By the time I had gleaned this information Pinkerton was ready. "That's all that we can do. Now for the schooner," said he; "and by to-morrow evening I lay hands on Goddedaal, or my name's not Pinkerton." "How have you managed?" I inquired. "You'll see before you get to bed," said Pinkerton.

Chailly, that was the name: Chailly-en-Bière, the post town of Barbizon ah, there was the very place for any man to hide himself there was the very place for Mr. Norris, who had rambled over England making sketches the very place for Goddedaal, who had left a palette-knife on board the Flying Scud.

There is one thing you have forgotten." "What is that?" he asked. "A bogus Captain Trent, a bogus Goddedaal, a whole bogus crew, have all started home," said I. "If we are right, not one of them will reach his journey's end. And do you mean to say that such a circumstance as that can pass without remark?" "Sailors," said the captain, "only sailors!

There was nothing further from his mind than that the captain should deceive him; if the captain was pleased, why, so was he. "All right," he said. "Tell your men to get their chests aboard." "Mr. Goddedaal, turn the hands to to get the chests aboard," said Wicks. The four Currency Lasses had waited the while on tenter-hooks.

I'll take you with the rest, only of course you get no fifteen pound." The impudence was so extreme and startling that all breathed deep, and Goddedaal raised up his face and looked his superior sternly in the eye. But Mac was more articulate. "And you're what ye call a British sayman, I suppose? the sorrow in your guts!" he cried.