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The
cheerful
tintypist
pursued
his
intimacy
with
Johnny
in
spite
of
open
charges
that
he
did
so
to
obtain
a
preëmption
on
a
seat
in
that
coveted
spot
,
the
rear
gallery
of
the
consulate
.
But
whether
his
designs
were
selfish
or
purely
friendly
,
Keogh
achieved
that
desirable
privilege
.
Few
were
the
nights
on
which
the
two
could
not
be
found
reposing
there
in
the
sea
breeze
,
with
their
heels
on
the
railing
,
and
the
cigars
and
brandy
conveniently
near
.
One
evening
they
sat
thus
,
mainly
silent
,
for
their
talk
had
dwindled
before
the
stilling
influence
of
an
unusual
night
.
There
was
a
great
,
full
moon
;
and
the
sea
was
mother-of-pearl
.
Almost
every
sound
was
hushed
,
for
the
air
was
but
faintly
stirring
;
and
the
town
lay
panting
,
waiting
for
the
night
to
cool
.
Offshore
lay
the
fruit
steamer
Andador
,
of
the
Vesuvius
line
,
full-laden
and
scheduled
to
sail
at
six
in
the
morning
.
There
were
no
loiterers
on
the
beach
.
So
bright
was
the
moonlight
that
the
two
men
could
see
the
small
pebbles
shining
on
the
beach
where
the
gentle
surf
wetted
them
.
Then
down
the
coast
,
tacking
close
to
shore
,
slowly
swam
a
little
sloop
,
white-winged
like
some
snowy
sea
fowl
.
Its
course
lay
within
twenty
points
of
the
wind
's
eye
;
so
it
veered
in
and
out
again
in
long
,
slow
strokes
like
the
movements
of
a
graceful
skater
.
Again
the
tactics
of
its
crew
brought
it
close
in
shore
,
this
time
nearly
opposite
the
consulate
;
and
then
there
blew
from
the
sloop
clear
and
surprising
notes
as
if
from
a
horn
of
elfland
.
A
fairy
bugle
it
might
have
been
,
sweet
and
silvery
and
unexpected
,
playing
with
spirit
the
familiar
air
of
"
Home
,
Sweet
Home
.
"
It
was
a
scene
set
for
the
land
of
the
lotus
.
The
authority
of
the
sea
and
the
tropics
,
the
mystery
that
attends
unknown
sails
,
and
the
prestige
of
drifting
music
on
moonlit
waters
gave
it
an
anodynous
charm
.
Johnny
Atwood
felt
it
,
and
thought
of
Dalesburg
;
but
as
soon
as
Keogh
's
mind
had
arrived
at
a
theory
concerning
the
peripatetic
solo
he
sprang
to
the
railing
,
and
his
ear-rending
yawp
fractured
the
silence
of
Coralio
like
a
cannon
shot
.
"
Mel-lin-ger
a-hoy
!
"
The
sloop
was
now
on
its
outward
tack
;
but
from
it
came
a
clear
,
answering
hail
:
"
Good-bye
,
Billy
...
going
home
--
bye
!
"
