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She had a vague, momentary vision of Pitt, at twenty-one, prime minister of England; and she spoke, involuntarily in a lowered voice, with deference: "What do you want to be?" she asked. George answered promptly. "A yachtsman," he said.
Phinuit, who seemed much at home in the blue serge and white flannels of the average amateur yachtsman. From this last Lanyard received a good-natured nod, while Monk, with a great deal of empressement, proceeded directly to Liane Delorme and bowed low over the hand which she languidly lifted to be saluted. "My dear friend!" he said in his sonorous voice.
As the exceptional yachtsman was making his way down the precarious sidewalk of the Street of the Holy Sepulchre, the solitary permanent guest of that decaying hotel sat at its door, enjoying the breeze from the sea. Dr. Gregg, the quarantine physician, was a man of fifty or sixty, with a florid face and the longest beard between Topeka and Terra del Fuego.
We had nothing on hand in the way of patrol work till midnight. With the wind then blowing, we could sail the yacht into Benicia in a couple of hours, have several more hours ashore, and come back to the smelter on the evening train. "All right, captain," Charley said to the disconsolate yachtsman, who smiled in sickly fashion at the title. "I'm only the owner," he explained.
"They seem to think they are having a race with us," remarked Allen, nodding in the direction of the other boat. It was a little distance ahead, but off to one side, a considerable space of glittering ice separating the two craft. "Maybe he saw us coming, and shot out that way to make Alice think he was some ice yachtsman," suggested Will. "I'll tell him what I think the next time I see him."
He is German, I think to myself, making a mental note of his complexion, strangely fair for a yachtsman the eyes heavily fringed blue eyes the full-lipped, sensuous mouth, shapely of its kind, shadowed by a curling blond moustache. "You are going home round Robin Hood's barn, aren't you?" "Robeen Hoohd? Pardon, vill you tell me who is he en français?"
Who in America would have any idea that the rich yachtsman so well known in all the eastern ports abides in the solitude of Back Cup mountain? Twenty minutes later the dinghy returns with the four men towards the tug which was evidently waiting for them before proceeding where?
The red tint of his clear-cut face with trim short black whiskers under a cap of curly iron-grey hair was the only warm spot in the dinginess of that room cooled by the cheerless tablecloth. We knew him already by sight as the owner of a little five-ton cutter, which he sailed alone apparently, a fellow yachtsman in the unpretending band of fanatics who cruise at the mouth of the Thames.
He was a San Francisco Bay yachtsman, where land is always only several miles away and the art of navigation is never employed. So the Snark started on her long voyage without a navigator. We beat through the Golden Gate on April 23, and headed for the Hawaiian Islands, twenty-one hundred sea-miles away as the gull flies. And the outcome was our justification. We arrived.
"Broke a piston, and had to be towed in," he replied carelessly, "We'll be off again presently." "Nice day for a sail." "Sure is." The very indifference of the fellow led West to take a chance. "Some nice boat you've got there. The Coolidge yacht, isn't it? Haven't seen it out lately." "Are you a yachtsman?" "A bit of an amateur, yes; have a cat-boat I play with some. Belong to the Columbia Club."
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