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She had no enemies except Ching Po for reasons unknown; and she paid her occasional respects to any and all religions that Naapu boasted. When there was a row, she was always, of course, on the European side; though she would stretch a point now and then in favor of the native constabulary.
"Don't misunderstand me," I insisted. "But it stands to reason that, here on Naapu, she's learned a good many things they don't teach in little red schoolhouses. I have a great respect for her, and, between you and me, I shouldn't wonder if she had sized Schneider up already." The eyes were appeased. "Maybe, maybe," he grunted. "But lies come easy to him, I guess.
It was up to me to save Schneider, and I did. The honor of Naapu was nothing to me; and by dint of almost embracing him, I made myself a kind of absorbent for his worst breaks. It was not a pleasant hour for me before the rest began to loosen up. In my eagerness to prevent Lockerbie from insulting his guest, I drank nothing, myself, after the first cocktail.
You find it in Arizona; and in the navies of all the northern countries. It added to his cowboy look. I knew nothing about Stires remember that on Naapu we never asked a man questions about himself but I liked him. He sat about on heaps of indescribable junk things that go into the bowels of ships and talked freely.
Schneider had turned up on a trading schooner from Melbourne, was stopping at the hotel in one of the best rooms, and had a general interest in the potentialities of Naapu. I say potentialities advisedly, for he was not directly concerned, so far as I know, with any existing business there. He frequented everybody, and asked questions in the meticulous German way.
"She and Ching Po don't hit it off very well, I've noticed." "No, they don't." He admitted it easily, as if he knew all about it. "I wonder why." I had meant to keep my hands off the whole thing, but I could not escape the tension in the Naapu air. Those gods of wood and stone were not without power of infection, at the least. "Better not ask." He bit off the words and reached for a cigarette.
The money I lived on was certainly not of my own making. But, strictly speaking, I could have gone home if I had chosen, and I more than suspected that Follet could not have. Follet was not enamoured of Naapu, and talked grandiloquently of Melbourne and Batavia and Hong-Kong.
On the whole, I think we were more sensible. I don't think any man's hospitality would have ranked him permanently on Naapu if his dinners had been uneatable. Though perhaps to be frank drinks counted more than food as a measuring-rod of aristocracy. Well, Follet trained with the people who received consignments of champagne and good whiskey. And Stires did not.
Just because folks don't know what's going on up yonder it kind of relaxes 'em. I don't say the Kanakas do anything they shouldn't, except get drunk, and joy-ride down waterfalls, and keep up an infernal tom-toming. But it sort of gets on your nerves. And I wouldn't call Naapu straitlaced, either. Everybody seems to feel called on to liquor up, this time o' year.
He continued, however, to be a resident of the island, and none of his projects of removal to a better place ever went beyond mere frothy talk. He lived at Dubois's, but spent much of his time with the aforesaid magnates. He had an incorruptible manner; some grace that had been bred in him early never forsook him, and the ladies of Naapu liked him.
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