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He
was
ready
to
indulge
in
the
sweetness
of
a
sentimental
mood
had
it
not
struck
him
suddenly
that
Captain
Whalley
,
unstirring
and
without
a
word
,
seemed
to
be
awaiting
something
--
perhaps
expecting
...
He
gathered
the
reins
at
once
and
burst
out
in
bluff
,
hearty
growls
--
"
Ha
!
My
dear
boy
.
The
men
we
have
known
--
the
ships
we
've
sailed
--
ay
!
and
the
things
we
've
done
...
"
The
pony
plunged
--
the
syce
skipped
out
of
the
way
.
Captain
Whalley
raised
his
arm
.
"
Good-by
.
"
The
sun
had
set
.
And
when
,
after
drilling
a
deep
hole
with
his
stick
,
he
moved
from
that
spot
the
night
had
massed
its
army
of
shadows
under
the
trees
.
They
filled
the
eastern
ends
of
the
avenues
as
if
only
waiting
the
signal
for
a
general
advance
upon
the
open
spaces
of
the
world
;
they
were
gathering
low
between
the
deep
stone-faced
banks
of
the
canal
.
The
Malay
prau
,
half-concealed
under
the
arch
of
the
bridge
,
had
not
altered
its
position
a
quarter
of
an
inch
.
For
a
long
time
Captain
Whalley
stared
down
over
the
parapet
,
till
at
last
the
floating
immobility
of
that
beshrouded
thing
seemed
to
grow
upon
him
into
something
inexplicable
and
alarming
.
The
twilight
abandoned
the
zenith
;
its
reflected
gleams
left
the
world
below
,
and
the
water
of
the
canal
seemed
to
turn
into
pitch
.
Captain
Whalley
crossed
it
.
The
turning
to
the
right
,
which
was
his
way
to
his
hotel
,
was
only
a
very
few
steps
farther
.
He
stopped
again
(
all
the
houses
of
the
sea-front
were
shut
up
,
the
quayside
was
deserted
,
but
for
one
or
two
figures
of
natives
walking
in
the
distance
)
and
began
to
reckon
the
amount
of
his
bill
.
So
many
days
in
the
hotel
at
so
many
dollars
a
day
.
To
count
the
days
he
used
his
fingers
:
plunging
one
hand
into
his
pocket
,
he
jingled
a
few
silver
coins
.
All
right
for
three
days
more
;
and
then
,
unless
something
turned
up
,
he
must
break
into
the
five
hundred
--
Ivy
's
money
--
invested
in
her
father
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
the
first
meal
coming
out
of
that
reserve
would
choke
him
--
for
certain
.
Reason
was
of
no
use
.
It
was
a
matter
of
feeling
.
His
feelings
had
never
played
him
false
.
He
did
not
turn
to
the
right
.
He
walked
on
,
as
if
there
still
had
been
a
ship
in
the
roadstead
to
which
he
could
get
himself
pulled
off
in
the
evening
.
Far
away
,
beyond
the
houses
,
on
the
slope
of
an
indigo
promontory
closing
the
view
of
the
quays
,
the
slim
column
of
a
factory-chimney
smoked
quietly
straight
up
into
the
clear
air
.
A
Chinaman
,
curled
down
in
the
stern
of
one
of
the
half-dozen
sampans
floating
off
the
end
of
the
jetty
,
caught
sight
of
a
beckoning
hand
.
He
jumped
up
,
rolled
his
pigtail
round
his
head
swiftly
,
tucked
in
two
rapid
movements
his
wide
dark
trousers
high
up
his
yellow
thighs
,
and
by
a
single
,
noiseless
,
finlike
stir
of
the
oars
,
sheered
the
sampan
alongside
the
steps
with
the
ease
and
precision
of
a
swimming
fish
.
"
Sofala
,
"
articulated
Captain
Whalley
from
above
;
and
the
Chinaman
,
a
new
emigrant
probably
,
stared
upwards
with
a
tense
attention
as
if
waiting
to
see
the
queer
word
fall
visibly
from
the
white
man
's
lips
.
"
Sofala
,
"
Captain
Whalley
repeated
;
and
suddenly
his
heart
failed
him
.
He
paused
.
The
shores
,
the
islets
,
the
high
ground
,
the
low
points
,
were
dark
:
the
horizon
had
grown
somber
;
and
across
the
eastern
sweep
of
the
shore
the
white
obelisk
,
marking
the
landing-place
of
the
telegraph-cable
,
stood
like
a
pale
ghost
on
the
beach
before
the
dark
spread
of
uneven
roofs
,
intermingled
with
palms
,
of
the
native
town
.
Captain
Whalley
began
again
.
"
Sofala
.
Savee
So-fa-la
,
John
?
"
