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Rectus proposed that we should reconnoitre the place, and I agreed, although, in reality, there wasn't anything to reconnoitre. We went down into the moat, which was perfectly dry, and very wide, and walked all around the fort. We examined the walls, which were pretty jagged and rough in some places, and we both agreed that if we had to do it, we believed we could climb to the top.
I always liked the boy after that, though, of course, there was no particular reason for it. He was a boarder. His parents lived in New York. Samuel Colbert was his real name, and the title of Rectus he obtained at school by being so good. He scarcely ever did anything wrong, which was rather surprising to the rest of us, because he was not sickly or anything of that kind.
This was a curious idea for Rectus to have, and the colored man who was driving us we went out in style, in a barouche, but I wouldn't do that kind of thing again without making a bargain beforehand turned around to look at him as if he thought he was a little crazy. Rectus was certainly in high spirits. There was a sort of change coming over him.
To go around and look at the old forts in this part of the world might make a person believe the millennium had come. They seem just about as good as ever they were, but they're all on a peace-footing. Rectus said they were played out, but I'd rather take my chances in Fort Charlotte, during a bombardment, than in some of the new-style forts that I have seen in the North.
The old ship rolled, and she pitched, and she heaved, and she butted, right and left, against the waves, and made herself just as uncomfortable for human beings as she could, but, for all that, I went to sleep after a while. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, there was Rectus, sitting on a little bench by the state-room wall, with his feet braced against the berth.
"All right; come along," said I. "They may be glad to find out that you know what they're talking about." And so we all went to the upper deck, Rectus as willing as anybody to see the fun. Corny seated herself on a little stool near the yellow-legged party, the men of which had put down their guns for a time. Rectus and I sat on the forward railing, near her.
I did not hesitate, but gave him a dollar and a half for them. He took the money and let us pass on, Maiden's Heart at my side. "You want more bean?" said he. "Oh, no!" I answered. "No, indeed," said Rectus.
"You don't suppose we can get gold, do you?" I asked, laughing. "Well, no," she said, but not quite satisfied. "And there must be a flag and a flag-pole," said Rectus. "But what sort of a flag are we going to have?" "The African flag," said Corny, confidently. None of us knew what the African flag was, although Corny suggested that it was probably black.
"Why, I wish we could have seen Mac-Morlan," said the counsellor, "who is a sensible fellow himself, and would besides have acted under my advice. But there is little harm. Our friend here must be made sui juris he is at present an escaped prisoner; the law has an awkward claim upon him; he must be placed rectus in curia, that is the first object.
I sent him travelling so that he could see the world, and get himself in trim for dealing with it. And that's what we have to do in our business. Deal with the world." I didn't like this, and I don't think Rectus did, either. He walked over to one of the windows, and looked out into the street.
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