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up to anything from pitch-and-toss to wilful murder. And that's a

bit of hard truth for you. Don't mind what they do - think they



can carry off anything and talk themselves out of anything - all

the world's a fool to them. Business man, too, Cloete. Came over



with a few hundred pounds. Looking for something to do - in a

quiet way. Nothing like the old country, after all, says he. . .



And so we part - I with more drinks in me than I was used to.

After a time, perhaps six months or so, I run up against him again



in Mr. George Dunbar's office. Yes, THAT office. It wasn't often

that I . . . However, there was a bit of his cargo in a ship in



dock that I wanted to ask Mr. George about. In comes Cloete out of

the room at the back with some papers in his hand. Partner. You



understand?"

"Aha!" I said. "The few hundred pounds."



"And that tongue of his," he growled. "Don't forget that tongue.

Some of his tales must have opened George Dunbar's eyes a bit as to



what business means."

"A plausible fellow," I suggested.



"H'm! You must have it in your own way - of course. Well.

Partner. George Dunbar puts his top-hat on and tells me to wait a



moment. . . George always looked as though he were making a few

thousands a year - a city swell. . . Come along, old man! And he



and Captain Harry go out together - some business with a solicitor

round the corner. Captain Harry, when he was in England, used to



turn up in his brother's office regularly about twelve. Sat in a

corner like a good boy, reading the paper and smoking his pipe. So



they go out. . . Model brothers, says Cloete - two love-birds - I

am looking after the tinned-fruit side of this cozy little show. .



. Gives me that sort of talk. Then by-and-by: What sort of old

thing is that Sagamore? Finest ship out - eh? I dare say all ships



are fine to you. You live by them. I tell you what; I would just

as soon put my money into an old stocking. Sooner!"



He drew a breath, and I noticed his hand, lying loosely on the

table, close slowly into a fist. In that immovable man it was



startling, ominous, like the famed nod of the Commander.

"So, already at that time - note - already," he growled.



"But hold on," I interrupted. "The Sagamore belonged to Mundy and

Rogers, I've been told."



He snorted contemptuous" target="_blank" title="a.蔑视的;傲慢的">contemptuously. "Damn boatmen - know no better. Flew

the firm's HOUSE-FLAG. That's another thing. Favour. It was like



this: When old man Dunbar died, Captain Harry was already in

command with the firm. George chucked the bank he was clerking in



- to go on his own with what there was to share after the old chap.

George was a smart man. Started warehousing; then two or three



things at a time: wood-pulp, preserved-fruit trade, and so on.

And Captain Harry let him have his share to work with. . . I am



provided for in my ship, he says. . . But by-and-by Mundy and

Rogers begin to sell out to foreigners all their ships - go into



steam right away. Captain Harry gets very upset - lose command,

part with the ship he was fond of - very wretched. Just then, so



it happened, the brothers came in for some money - an old woman

died or something. Quite a tidy bit. Then young George says:



There's enough between us two to buy the Sagamore with. . . But

you'll need more money for your business, cries Captain Harry - and



the other laughs at him: My business is going on all right. Why,

I can go out and make a handful of sovereigns while you are trying



to get your pipe to draw, old man. . . Mundy and Rogers very

friendly about it: Certainly, Captain. And we will manage her for



you, if you like, as if she were still our own. . . Why, with a

connection like that it was good investment to buy that ship.



Good! Aye, at the time."

The turning of his head slightly toward me at this point was like a



sign of strong feeling in any other man.

"You'll mind that this was long before Cloete came into it at all,"



he muttered, warningly.

"Yes. I will mind," I said. "We generally say: some years



passed. That's soon done."

He eyed me for a while silently in an unseeing way, as if engrossed



in the thought of the years so easily dealt with; his own years,

too, they were, the years before and the years (not so many) after



Cloete came upon the scene. When he began to speak again, I

discerned his intention to point out to me, in his obscure and



graphic manner, the influence on George Dunbar of long association

with Cloete's easy moral standards, unscrupulously persuasive gift



of humour (funny fellow), and adventurously reckless disposition.

He desired me anxiously to elaborate this view, and I assured him






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