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Mr.
Van
Wyk
affirmed
that
sometimes
he
had
more
company
than
he
wanted
.
He
mentioned
smilingly
some
of
the
peculiarities
of
his
intercourse
with
"
My
Sultan
.
"
He
made
his
visits
in
force
.
Those
people
damaged
his
grass
plot
in
front
(
it
was
not
easy
to
obtain
some
approach
to
a
lawn
in
the
tropics
)
and
the
other
day
had
broken
down
some
rare
bushes
he
had
planted
over
there
.
And
Captain
Whalley
remembered
immediately
that
,
in
'
forty-seven
,
the
then
Sultan
,
"
this
man
's
grandfather
,
"
had
been
notorious
as
a
great
protector
of
the
piratical
fleets
of
praus
from
farther
East
.
They
had
a
safe
refuge
in
the
river
at
Batu
Beru
.
He
financed
more
especially
a
Balinini
chief
called
Haji
Daman
.
Captain
Whalley
,
nodding
significantly
his
bushy
white
eyebrows
,
had
very
good
reason
to
know
something
of
that
.
The
world
had
progressed
since
that
time
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
demurred
with
unexpected
acrimony
.
Progressed
in
what
?
he
wanted
to
know
.
Why
,
in
knowledge
of
truth
,
in
decency
,
in
justice
,
in
order
--
in
honesty
too
,
since
men
harmed
each
other
mostly
from
ignorance
.
It
was
,
Captain
Whalley
concluded
quaintly
,
more
pleasant
to
live
in
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
whimsically
would
not
admit
that
Mr.
Massy
,
for
instance
,
was
more
pleasant
naturally
than
the
Balinini
pirates
.
The
river
had
not
gained
much
by
the
change
.
They
were
in
their
way
every
bit
as
honest
.
Massy
was
less
ferocious
than
Haji
Daman
no
doubt
,
but
...
"
And
what
about
you
,
my
good
sir
?
"
Captain
Whalley
laughed
a
deep
soft
laugh
.
"
You
are
an
improvement
,
surely
.
"
He
continued
in
a
vein
of
pleasantry
.
A
good
cigar
was
better
than
a
knock
on
the
head
--
the
sort
of
welcome
he
would
have
found
on
this
river
forty
or
fifty
years
ago
.
Then
leaning
forward
slightly
,
he
became
earnestly
serious
.
It
seems
as
if
,
outside
their
own
sea-gypsy
tribes
,
these
rovers
had
hated
all
mankind
with
an
incomprehensible
,
bloodthirsty
hatred
.
Meantime
their
depredations
had
been
stopped
,
and
what
was
the
consequence
?
The
new
generation
was
orderly
,
peaceable
,
settled
in
prosperous
villages
.
He
could
speak
from
personal
knowledge
.
And
even
the
few
survivors
of
that
time
--
old
men
now
--
had
changed
so
much
,
that
it
would
have
been
unkind
to
remember
against
them
that
they
had
ever
slit
a
throat
in
their
lives
.
He
had
one
especially
in
his
mind
's
eye
:
a
dignified
,
venerable
headman
of
a
certain
large
coast
village
about
sixty
miles
sou
'
west
of
Tampasuk
.
It
did
one
's
heart
good
to
see
him
--
to
hear
that
man
speak
.
He
might
have
been
a
ferocious
savage
once
.
What
men
wanted
was
to
be
checked
by
superior
intelligence
,
by
superior
knowledge
,
by
superior
force
too
--
yes
,
by
force
held
in
trust
from
God
and
sanctified
by
its
use
in
accordance
with
His
declared
will
.
Captain
Whalley
believed
a
disposition
for
good
existed
in
every
man
,
even
if
the
world
were
not
a
very
happy
place
as
a
whole
.
In
the
wisdom
of
men
he
had
not
so
much
confidence
.
The
disposition
had
to
be
helped
up
pretty
sharply
sometimes
,
he
admitted
.
They
might
be
silly
,
wrongheaded
,
unhappy
;
but
naturally
evil
--
no
.
There
was
at
bottom
a
complete
harmlessness
at
least
...
"
Is
there
?
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
snapped
acrimoniously
.
