Still you offered no objection. So he landed you--on
Nukuheva, if I remember. And from Nukuheva, somehow, I guess, you
got a slant out of your missionary labours to Sydney or else 'twas
back to Valparaiso--I haven't tracked it: but from one or other you
picked up some sort of a passage home. Anyway, lost men as the
_I'll Away's_ crew might be, they were glad enough, having traded you
for nothing, to up-sail and lose you out of their sight. . . . And
this man I find you two gentlemen treating as your friend, whom the
scum of the earth (as you would call them) abhorred! And you _know_,
whilst those poor men only guessed!"
"Stay a moment, Farrell," interposed Jimmy. "Sorry to interrupt
. . . but will you kindly take a look around this room.
Not entirely a neat apartment, eh? A few odd cases and cabin trunks
lying around? . . . You and Sir Roderick were almost at blows just
now. But if you're curious to know the reason of all this mess, it
is that, when you paid us this timely call, he was packing to search
for you."
"So?" Farrell drew back, regarding me, and the upper lids of his
eyes went up till they were almost hidden by his brows.
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