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Chapter 2

           Isteamedpastprudently,thenstoppedtheenginesandletherdriftdown.Themanontheshorebegantoshout,urgingustoland.‘Wehavebeenattacked,’screamedthemanager.‘IknowIknow.It’sallright,’yelledbacktheother,ascheerfulasyouplease.‘Comealong.It’sallright.Iamglad.

           "HisaspectremindedmeofsomethingIhadseensomethingfunnyIhadseensomewhere.AsImanoeuvredtogetalongside,Iwasaskingmyself,‘Whatdoesthisfellowlooklike?’SuddenlyIgotit.Helookedlikeaharlequin.Hisclotheshadbeenmadeofsomestuffthatwasbrownhollandprobably,butitwascoveredwithpatchesallover,withbrightpatches,blue,red,andyellowpatchesontheback,patchesonthefront,patchesonelbows,onknees;colouredbindingaroundhisjacket,scarletedgingatthebottomofhistrousers;andthesunshinemadehimlookextremelygayandwonderfullyneatwithal,becauseyoucouldseehowbeautifullyallthispatchinghadbeendone.Abeardless,boyishface,veryfair,nofeaturestospeakof,nosepeeling,littleblueeyes,smilesandfrownschasingeachotheroverthatopencountenancelikesunshineandshadowonawind-sweptplain.‘Lookout,captain!’hecried;‘there’sasnaglodgedinherelastnight.What!Anothersnag?IconfessIsworeshamefully.Ihadnearlyholedmycripple,tofinishoffthatcharmingtrip.Theharlequinonthebankturnedhislittlepug-noseuptome.‘YouEnglish?’heasked,allsmiles.‘Areyou?’Ishoutedfromthewheel.

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