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But how did you know he was a captain? That's what I'd like to know. He's only wearing a bowler hat." The Medea had been ordered unexpectedly to Barry for loading, to take the place of an unready sister-ship; and Macandrew, of whom I have had much experience, would be active, critical of what a dog must put up with in life, and altogether unfit for intimate, amiable, and reminiscent conversation.
Except for the landlord, who was at a table talking to a stranger, the saloon was empty. A silk hat was on the table before the stranger, beside a tankard, and the hat was surmounted by a pair of neatly folded kid gloves. "Come over here," said the landlord. "Sit here for a bit, Macandrew may come in. This is Dr. Maslin."
Colonel MacAndrew and his wife uttered expressions of incredulity, and Mrs. Strickland sprang to her feet. "Do you mean to say you never saw her?" "There's no one to see. He's quite alone." "That's preposterous," cried Mrs. MacAndrew. "I knew I ought to have gone over myself," said the Colonel. "You can bet your boots I'd have routed her out fast enough."
We must expect progress to make things better than they were. Where have you come from?" "I'm running between Liverpool and Baltimore now, in the Planets. They're comfortable ships, but I don't admire the Western ocean. It's too savage and cold. How is Macandrew? I came up from Liverpool because I felt I must see him again. I heard he was here."
He made a remembered gesture with his spectacles. "I was just about sick of this place," he said. "I've waited here for an hour hoping somebody would turn up. Where's Macandrew now?" "In Rotterdam. I don't think he will be home this voyage." "And what's happened to this house? Where's the old man?" "You know all I know about it. I haven't been here for nearly a year.
I could not help thinking that Colonel MacAndrew might have some difficulty in doing this, since Strickland had struck me as a hefty fellow, but I did not say anything. It is always distressing when outraged morality does not possess the strength of arm to administer direct chastisement on the sinner. I was making up my mind to another attempt at going when Mrs. Strickland came back.
The demonstration was over, and Ferguson's story was lapsing into general gossip. The party of men began to dissolve. "Who do you think I saw at Tampa?" Ferguson asked Macandrew. "Old Purdy." "What?" cried Macandrew. "Is he alive?" Ferguson laughed. "Just about. What's he been doing? I thought he had chucked the sea. It was in the Customs Office.
"You said that if I wanted you to do anything you wouldn't mind doing it," she remarked. "It was quite true." "Will you go over to Paris and see Charlie?" I was taken aback. I reflected that I had only seen him once. I did not know what she wanted me to do. "Fred is set on going." Fred was Colonel MacAndrew. "But I'm sure he's not the man to go. He'll only make things worse.
"Macandrew was all wrong about that fellow. In two days he was back. He had found an outpost, four miles above, but nobody was there, so we could get no help. He was going to land our cargo of a ton and a half of machinery, and place it on the company's territory above the falls. 'You can see for yourself, Purdy said to me pathetically, 'that I can't deliver the Cygnet there.
"That's all right. Good-morning." Miss Howe approached the door, the blue glance of Macandrew pursuant. "No notices for two Wednesdays, eh? We'll have to see about that. I was thinkin' of transferrin' your space to the third page; it's a more advantageous position and no extra charge but ye'll not mention it to Jimmy." Miss Howe lifted an arrogant chin.
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