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           VanWykmovedaway,madeoutfartherforwardashadowyheadstuckoutfromundertheawningsasifonthewatch,andspokequietlyinMalay,“Isthemateasleep?”

           “No.Here,atyourservice.”

           InamomentSterneappeared,walkingasnoiselesslyasacatonthewharf.

           “It’ssojollydark,andIhadnoideayouwouldbedownto-night.”

           “What’sthishorribleraving?”askedMr.VanWyk,asiftoexplainthecauseofashudderthanranoverhimaudibly.

           “Jack’sbrokenoutonadrunk.That’soursecond.It’shisway.Hewillberightenoughbyto-morrowafternoon,onlyMr.Massywillkeeponworryingupanddownthedeck.Wehadbettergetaway.”

           Hemutteredsuggestivelyofatalk“upatthehouse.”Hehadlongdesiredtoeffectanentrancethere,butMr.VanWyknonchalantlydemurred:itwouldnot,hefeared,bequiteprudent,perhaps;andtheopaqueblackshadowunderoneofthetwobigtreesleftatthelanding-placeswallowedthemup,impenetrablydense,bythesideofthewideriver,thatseemedtospinintothreadsofglitterthelightofafewbigstarsdroppedhereandthereuponitsoutspreadandflowingstillness.

           “Thesituationisgravebeyonddoubt,”Mr.VanWyksaid.Ghost-likeintheirwhiteclothestheycouldnotdistinguisheachothers’features,andtheirfeetmadenosoundonthesoftearth.Asortofpurringwasheard.Mr.Sternefeltgratifiedbysuchabeginning.

           “Ithought,Mr.VanWyk,agentlemanofyoursortwouldseeatoncehowawkwardlyIwassituated.”

           “Yes,very.Obviouslyhishealthisbad.Perhapshe’sbreakingup.

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