I had to quit hold of him because a woman beat me. . . . Now sit
quiet and listen."
FOE'S NARRATIVE.
"Did you know that Farrell had married? . . . Yes, at San Ramon, a
little portless place some way down the coast of Peru. The woman was
a Peruvian and owned a banana-strip there, left to her by her first
husband, a drunkard, in part-compensation for having ill-used and
beaten her.
"When I ran Farrell to earth there, after he'd given me the slip for
twelve months and more, this woman had married him and almost made a
new man of him. In another month or so I don't doubt she'd have
converted him into man enough to tell her all the truth, and let her
deliver him.
"As it was, he passed me off for his friend--the ass! . . .
I shipped with them, and we worked down the coast, by fruit-ship and
sloop, to Valparaiso, intending for Sydney. . . . Now at this point I
might easily make myself out a calculating villain. Farrell was
enamoured to feebleness, and to make love to his Santa was an
opportunity cast into my lap by the gods.
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