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And he was destined, as time went by and the conviction that Captain Kellar had passed into the inevitable nothingness along with Meringe and the Solomons, to love just as absolutely this six-quart steward with the understanding ways and the fascinating lip-caress. Kwaque, no; for Kwaque was black.
What a curious complication of cross-beams is presented in the fronts of the houses!—a barring and binding of huge timbers, with their angles filled in with red bricks. How simple and neat is everything!—the clean stone steps leading up to the principal entrance of each house, and the humbler flight which conducts you to the kellar and kitchen.
Kellar, stand off, I say. I am Peter Craigmile. Look at me. Put away those handcuffs. It is I, alive, Peter Craigmile, Jr." "That's a very clever plea, but it's no go," said G. B. Stiles, and proceeded to fasten the irons on his wrists. "Yas, I know you dot man keel heem, all right. I hear you tol' some von you keel heem," said the Swede, slowly, in suppressed excitement.
Thy rams are there, Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kellar there; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves pay tribute there. Praise is in all her gates; upon her walls, And in her streets, and in her spacious courts, Is heard Salvation!
Was the dog, an Irish terrier answering to the name of Michael, on board? Captain Duncan truthfully admitted that it was, though he most unveraciously shielded Dag Daughtry by repeating his yarn of the dog coming on board of itself. How to return the dog to Captain Kellar? was the next question; for the Albatross was bound on to New Zealand. Captain Duncan settled the matter.
Finally the captain, convinced that something was wrong, had the lid removed from the coffin, but the body of Yamadeva gave no indication of life, and all save Ling Look decided that they must have been mistaken. Poor Ling Look, however, sobbingly said to Kellar, "I shall never leave Hong Kong alive. My brother has called me to join him."
Much less could he know the training that for six years Del Mar, as assistant, had been taught to give the animals, and, thereby, had received for himself. What Michael did know was that Del Mar had no pedigree and was a scrub as compared with thoroughbreds such as Steward, Captain Kellar, and Mister Haggin of Meringe. And he learned it swiftly and simply.
"You're a very good actor, young man, mighty clever, but it's no go. Now you'll walk along with us if you please," said Mr. Kellar. "But I tell you I don't please. It's a mistake. I am Peter Craigmile, Jr., himself, alive." "Well, if you are, you'll have a chance to prove it, but evidence is against you. If you are he, why do you come back under an assumed name during your father's absence?
On the schooner Eugenie he sailed with Captain Kellar, his second master, and on the beach at Tulagi lost his heart to Steward of the magic fingers and sailed away with him and Kwaque on the steamer Makambo. Steward was most in his visions, against a hazy background of vessels, and of individuals like the Ancient Mariner, Simon Nishikanta, Grimshaw, Captain Doane, and little old Ah Moy.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, turning suddenly upon the stable man. "Oh, I yust lookin' a leetle out." "Mr. Stiles, what does this mean, that you have that man dogging me?" "It's his affair, not mine. He thinks he has a certain interest in you." Then he turned in exasperation to the sheriff. "Can you give me a little information, Mr. Kellar? What has that Swede to do with me?
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