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"I'm a clam, sir, a clam," said Dinshaw, solemnly, and blinking his eyes at the sun which assailed him from the bare Luneta, he hurried down the steps and hastened away. "Poor old duffer," said Trask. "We've got to help him find his island," said Marjorie. "I'll tell you what to do. Dad wants to get up to Hong Kong because there's a man at the King Edward he can beat at billiards."
Now the "rough," when brought to a physical climax, becomes the prize-fighter; and the college student is seen in his highest condition as the prize-oarsman; and both these representative men, under such circumstances of ambition, straightway abandon tobacco. Such a concession, from such a quarter, is worth all the denunciations of good Mr. Trask.
"Well, Baron Cragdale; speaking as Baron Trask of Traskon, suppose we just work out a rough outline of what this treaty ought to be, and then consult, unofficially, with a few people whom you can trust, and see what can be done about presenting it to the proper government officials...."
"You ought to eat some more," said Marjorie. "Can't stop," said Dinshaw, gathering up the other picture, which he had not unwrapped. "Can't wait for the tide. I'll go see Jarrow. He said he'd take me." "Now look here," said Trask. "Don't you say a word to anybody. Understand? Don't tell anybody!"
Been here a couple of days, never struck me at the time it was you, never dawned on me until I saw you at the desk, then I remembered your name." "Mail for me?" asked Trask. "Why, nobody knows I'm in Manila. I'm supposed to be up in Korea." "Not mail, precisely, sir. It was left here a few days ago." "Who left it?" Trask was suddenly hopeful. "Can't say, sir. I found it on the desk.
"And all dressed up," said Trask, smiling, as he observed that Dinshaw wore a white suit and sported an official-looking cap with a white top. "The old man shore thinks he's the skipper," remarked Doc Bird. "How's that?" asked Locke. "He's a-bossin' everybody," replied the steward. "Thinks he's in his old brig what he lost on his island." "The old dear!" said Marjorie. "Isn't he pathetic?
When John E. D. Trask, for many years director of the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, was appointed Director of the Fine Arts Department at the Panama-Pacific International Exposition, he had made a careful survey of the field he had to cover. It virtually consisted of the whole civilized world.
Little Princess Myrna spoke: "If my grandfather is still alive, he is your King; if he is not, I am your Queen, and until I am old enough to rule in my own right, I accept Prince Simon as Regent and Protector of the Realm, and I call on all of you to obey him as I will." "You didn't say anything about representative government, or democracy, or the constitution," Trask mentioned.
"In the morning," said Trask. "In the mornin," echoed Dinshaw, but he seemed disappointed and scarcely able to wait for the time of going ashore. Trask got out his prospecting bag, and after supper they all sat on the poop and talked and joked about what was in store for them the next day all except Dinshaw, who, like a child, had gone to bed early, that morning would come the quicker.
"It sounds interesting," said Locke, getting more puzzled as to why Jarrow should call on him to take him into his confidence regarding plans about Dinshaw's island. "There's big money in it," said Jarrow. "May I ask why you think so, Captain Jarrow?" inquired Trask. Jarrow turned to Trask in surprise. The question was appallingly direct, and Trask's tone was crisp and business-like.
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