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Some
remote
instinct
for
preservation
stirred
in
him
,
and
he
knew
he
must
get
away
.
He
glanced
about
the
room
,
and
the
thought
of
packing
was
burdensome
.
Perhaps
it
would
be
better
to
leave
that
to
the
last
.
In
the
meantime
he
might
be
getting
an
outfit
.
He
put
on
his
hat
and
went
out
,
stopping
in
at
a
gun
-
store
,
where
he
spent
the
remainder
of
the
morning
buying
automatic
rifles
,
ammunition
,
and
fishing
tackle
.
Fashions
changed
in
trading
,
and
he
knew
he
would
have
to
wait
till
he
reached
Tahiti
before
ordering
his
trade
-
goods
.
They
could
come
up
from
Australia
,
anyway
.
This
solution
was
a
source
of
pleasure
.
He
had
avoided
doing
something
,
and
the
doing
of
anything
just
now
was
unpleasant
.
He
went
back
to
the
hotel
gladly
,
with
a
feeling
of
satisfaction
in
that
the
comfortable
Morris
chair
was
waiting
for
him
;
and
he
groaned
inwardly
,
on
entering
his
room
,
at
sight
of
Joe
in
the
Morris
chair
.
Joe
was
delighted
with
the
laundry
.
Everything
was
settled
,
and
he
would
enter
into
possession
next
day
.
Martin
lay
on
the
bed
,
with
closed
eyes
,
while
the
other
talked
on
.
Martin
’
s
thoughts
were
far
away
—
so
far
away
that
he
was
rarely
aware
that
he
was
thinking
.
It
was
only
by
an
effort
that
he
occasionally
responded
.
And
yet
this
was
Joe
,
whom
he
had
always
liked
.
But
Joe
was
too
keen
with
life
.
The
boisterous
impact
of
it
on
Martin
’
s
jaded
mind
was
a
hurt
.
It
was
an
aching
probe
to
his
tired
sensitiveness
.
When
Joe
reminded
him
that
sometime
in
the
future
they
were
going
to
put
on
the
gloves
together
,
he
could
almost
have
screamed
.
"
Remember
,
Joe
,
you
’
re
to
run
the
laundry
according
to
those
old
rules
you
used
to
lay
down
at
Shelly
Hot
Springs
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
overworking
.
No
working
at
night
.
And
no
children
at
the
mangles
.
No
children
anywhere
.
And
a
fair
wage
.
"
Joe
nodded
and
pulled
out
a
note
-
book
.
"
Look
at
here
.
I
was
workin
’
out
them
rules
before
breakfast
this
A
.
M
.
What
d
’
ye
think
of
them
?
"
He
read
them
aloud
,
and
Martin
approved
,
worrying
at
the
same
time
as
to
when
Joe
would
take
himself
off
.
It
was
late
afternoon
when
he
awoke
.
Slowly
the
fact
of
life
came
back
to
him
.
He
glanced
about
the
room
.
Joe
had
evidently
stolen
away
after
he
had
dozed
off
.
That
was
considerate
of
Joe
,
he
thought
.
Then
he
closed
his
eyes
and
slept
again
.
In
the
days
that
followed
Joe
was
too
busy
organizing
and
taking
hold
of
the
laundry
to
bother
him
much
;
and
it
was
not
until
the
day
before
sailing
that
the
newspapers
made
the
announcement
that
he
had
taken
passage
on
the
Mariposa
.
Once
,
when
the
instinct
of
preservation
fluttered
,
he
went
to
a
doctor
and
underwent
a
searching
physical
examination
.
Nothing
could
be
found
the
matter
with
him
.
His
heart
and
lungs
were
pronounced
magnificent
.
Every
organ
,
so
far
as
the
doctor
could
know
,
was
normal
and
was
working
normally
.
"
There
is
nothing
the
matter
with
you
,
Mr
.
Eden
,
"
he
said
,
"
positively
nothing
the
matter
with
you
.
You
are
in
the
pink
of
condition
.
Candidly
,
I
envy
you
your
health
.
It
is
superb
.
Look
at
that
chest
.
There
,
and
in
your
stomach
,
lies
the
secret
of
your
remarkable
constitution
.
Physically
,
you
are
a
man
in
a
thousand
—
in
ten
thousand
.
Barring
accidents
,
you
should
live
to
be
a
hundred
.
"
