Against the glimmer of dead light I thought I caught the outlines of a man ' s hat
down among the tossing lines of the bracken . I whispered loudly : “ Carlos !
Carlos ! ” There was a moment of hoarse whispering ; a sudden gruff sound . A
shaft of ...
... I felt , how inexplicably unhappy . Presently the reason was made clear . I was
homesick . I gave no further thought to the second mate . I looked at the harbour
we were dramatić cing entering , and thought of the home I had left 42
entering , and thought of the home I had left so eagerly . After all , I was no more
than a boy , and even younger in mind than in body . Queer - looking boats
crawled between the shores like tiny water beetles . One headed out towards us ,
There was the same tenseness of muscle . He stepped with extraordinary care on
the points of his toes , and came to a stop about four feet from me . I began to
wonder what Rooksby would have thought of this sort of thing , to wonder why ...
I thought the voice was Ramon ' s , but I could not turn , and the people in the
carriage answered in French , 1 thought . A man was shouting “ Cool Drinks ” on
the other side of them . Finally , there was a roar , an irresistible swaying , a rattle
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