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The
other
puffed
jets
of
smoke
;
then
suddenly
--
"
I
could
never
understand
that
new
mania
of
yours
of
having
this
Malay
here
for
your
shadow
,
partner
.
"
Captain
Whalley
got
up
from
the
chair
in
all
his
imposing
stature
and
walked
across
to
the
binnacle
,
holding
such
an
unswerving
course
that
the
other
had
to
back
away
hurriedly
,
and
remained
as
if
intimidated
,
with
the
pipe
trembling
in
his
hand
.
"
Walk
over
me
now
,
"
he
muttered
in
a
sort
of
astounded
and
discomfited
whisper
.
Then
slowly
and
distinctly
he
said
--
"
I
--
am
--
not
--
dirt
.
"
And
then
added
defiantly
,
"
As
you
seem
to
think
.
"
The
Serang
jerked
out
--
"
See
the
palms
now
,
Tuan
.
"
Captain
Whalley
strode
forward
to
the
rail
;
but
his
eyes
,
instead
of
going
straight
to
the
point
,
with
the
assured
keen
glance
of
a
sailor
,
wandered
irresolutely
in
space
,
as
though
he
,
the
discoverer
of
new
routes
,
had
lost
his
way
upon
this
narrow
sea
.
Another
white
man
,
the
mate
,
came
up
on
the
bridge
.
He
was
tall
,
young
,
lean
,
with
a
mustache
like
a
trooper
,
and
something
malicious
in
the
eye
.
He
took
up
a
position
beside
the
engineer
.
Captain
Whalley
,
with
his
back
to
them
,
inquired
--
"
What
's
on
the
log
?
"
"
Eighty-five
,
"
answered
the
mate
quickly
,
and
nudged
the
engineer
with
his
elbow
.
