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Updated: June 13, 2025
"We may get the sails bent, but the wind to fill them may not come; we must depend on Heaven's mercy for that." Harry Shafto would not generally have spoken so despondingly, but he was well-nigh worn-out; and yet he probably did not see matters in a worse light than most of the other officers.
This good-natured fellow passenger was immediately succeeded by a cabin steward. "Been looking for you everywhere, sir," he said; "there's a gentleman come aboard asking for you." As he concluded, a spare, middle-aged man wearing a large topee and a dust-coloured suit approached and said: "Mr. Shafto, I believe?" and offered a welcoming hand. "Yes," assented the new arrival.
The girls of the Overland party, with Joe Shafto, Henry and the mules, started for home two days later, leaving Tom, Hippy and the bull pup to remain in the woods until spring.
Shafto" and the pongye drew back a step and looked at him queerly "what with saving me life and then makin' sort o' friends with me as man to man your kindness will stand in me memory till the clay is over me!" Shafto and the pongye separated at Marseilles; the latter went round by the Bay, whilst Mrs. Gregory and her party travelled overland, and they did not meet again for nearly two years.
"You have the power to raise me from the pit," he continued in a husky voice; "you can lift me straight into heaven!" "Only temporarily," brusquely rejoined Shafto. "Even that is something when it offers peace and satisfaction to the restless human heart." "But surely you can free yourself and your restless heart? Why not walk out of this filthy den with us?
Now, what do you say to that?" and she surveyed her audience judicially. The sisters remained dumb; for once, speech had failed them. "As for caring," continued Eliza, "Mrs. Shafto doesn't feel no more than this table," rapping it with her bony knuckles; "all she minds is about the money and already they say she has been routing among his papers, searching for his bank book.
"But I am told that there are plenty of elephants and tigers in this district," argued Shafto. "And what about the tiger that was actually crawling on the Pagoda not so very long ago! Why, hundreds of people saw the brute; it was shot by a fellow called Bacon." As this was a hard and unanswerable fact Roscoe was for the moment silenced.
In silence Sophy followed her down to the car and, as she tucked in the knee-sheet, she raised her eyes and asked: "What is this wonderful last word?" "That I think 'Sophy Shafto' would be a nice easy name to say." In another second Fuchsia's car had panted away and nothing remained of her visit but a cloud of red dust.
The old and faithful jacks were to sit down with the Overlanders to the spread that was in preparation all that day, Joe Shafto, after much grumbling, laying aside her feud against all lumberjacks and helping the regular cook in his work of preparing the dinner.
"So 'tis mostly and officially, but this business I'm on is a white man's job, and if it's to be done, I'll do it." As he spoke he removed his clumsy horn spectacles, and Shafto realised that the eyes gazing unflinchingly into his own were those of an enthusiast, and possibly a hero.
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