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It seems that on Liverpool docks , in the owl - light , they fell in with an elderly
hunks just returned from West Indies , who asks the time at the door of a shipping
agent . Castro pulls out a watch , and the old fellow jumps on it , vows it's his own
Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town , where we should find a man
to take us three fugitives out to the expected ship . We rode clattering
aggressively through the silence of the long , narrow main street . Every now and
then Carlos ...
And then old Rangsley hove to , to wait for the ship , and sat half asleep , lurching
over the tiller . He was a very unreliable scoundrel . The boat leaked like a sieve .
The wind freshened , and we three began to ask ourselves how it was going to ...
I made out ghastly parallelograms of a ship's sails high above us , and at last
many faces peering unseeingly over the rail in our direction . We all shouted
together . I may say that it was thanks to me that we reached the ship . Our boat
There were all the elements of romance about Carlos ' storyexcept the actual
discomforts of the ship in which we were sailing . He himself had never been in
Cuba or seen his uncle ; but he had , as I have indicated , ruined himself in one
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