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The
four
--
Don
Sabas
,
the
two
officers
and
the
captain
--
moved
to
quit
the
sloop
.
Don
Sabas
lagged
a
little
behind
,
looking
at
the
still
form
of
the
late
admiral
,
sprawled
in
his
paltry
trappings
.
"
Pobrecito
loco
,
"
he
said
softly
.
He
was
a
brilliant
cosmopolite
and
a
cognoscente
of
high
rank
;
but
,
after
all
,
he
was
of
the
same
race
and
blood
and
instinct
as
this
people
.
Even
as
the
simple
paisanos
of
Coralio
had
said
it
,
so
said
Don
Sabas
Without
a
smile
,
he
looked
,
and
said
,
"
The
poor
little
crazed
one
!
"
Stooping
he
raised
the
limp
shoulders
,
drew
the
priceless
and
induplicable
flag
under
them
and
over
the
breast
,
pinning
it
there
with
the
diamond
star
of
the
Order
of
San
Carlos
that
he
took
from
the
collar
of
his
own
coat
.
He
followed
after
the
others
,
and
stood
with
them
upon
the
deck
of
the
Salvador
.
The
sailors
that
steadied
El
Nacional
shoved
her
off
.
The
jabbering
Caribs
hauled
away
at
the
rigging
;
the
sloop
headed
for
the
shore
.
And
Herr
Grunitz
's
collection
of
naval
flags
was
still
the
finest
in
the
world
.
One
night
when
there
was
no
breeze
,
and
Coralio
seemed
closer
than
ever
to
the
gratings
of
Avernus
,
five
men
were
grouped
about
the
door
of
the
photograph
establishment
of
Keogh
and
Clancy
.
Thus
,
in
all
the
scorched
and
exotic
places
of
the
earth
,
Caucasians
meet
when
the
day
's
work
is
done
to
preserve
the
fulness
of
their
heritage
by
the
aspersion
of
alien
things
.
Johnny
Atwood
lay
stretched
upon
the
grass
in
the
undress
uniform
of
a
Carib
,
and
prated
feebly
of
cool
water
to
be
had
in
the
cucumber-wood
pumps
of
Dalesburg
.
Dr.
Gregg
,
through
the
prestige
of
his
whiskers
and
as
a
bribe
against
the
relation
of
his
imminent
professional
tales
,
was
conceded
the
hammock
that
was
swung
between
the
door
jamb
and
a
calabash-tree
.
Keogh
had
moved
out
upon
the
grass
a
little
table
that
held
the
instrument
for
burnishing
completed
photographs
.
He
was
the
only
busy
one
of
the
group
.
Industriously
from
between
the
cylinders
of
the
burnisher
rolled
the
finished
depictments
of
Coralio
's
citizens
.
Blanchard
,
the
French
mining
engineer
,
in
his
cool
linen
viewed
the
smoke
of
his
cigarette
through
his
calm
glasses
,
impervious
to
the
heat
.
Clancy
sat
on
the
steps
,
smoking
his
short
pipe
.
His
mood
was
the
gossip
's
;
the
others
were
reduced
,
by
the
humidity
,
to
the
state
of
disability
desirable
in
an
audience
.
Clancy
was
an
American
with
an
Irish
diathesis
and
cosmopolitan
proclivities
.
Many
businesses
had
claimed
him
,
but
not
for
long
.
The
roadster
's
blood
was
in
his
veins
.
The
voice
of
the
tintype
was
but
one
of
the
many
callings
that
had
wooed
him
upon
so
many
roads
.
