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           HestiffensupthatoldmonkeyofaMalay,whoknowswellenoughwhattodo.Why,hemusthavekeptcaptain’swatchesinallsortsofcountryshipsoffandonforthelastfive-and-twentyyears.Thesenatives,sir,aslongastheyhaveawhitemancloseattheback,willgoondoingtherightthingmostsurprisinglywell—evenifleftquitetothemselves.Onlythewhitemanmustbeofthesorttoputstarchintothem,andthecaptainisjusttheoneforthat.Why,sir,hehasdrilledhimsowellthatnowheneedshardlyspeakatall.IhaveseenthatlittlewrinkledapemadetotaketheshipoutofPanguBayonablowymorningandonallthroughtheislands;takeheroutfirst-rate,sir,dodgingundertheoldman’selbow,andinsuchquietstylethatyoucouldnothavetoldforthelifeofyouwhichofthetwowasdoingtheworkupthere.That’swhereourpoorfriendwouldbestillofusetotheshipevenif—if—hecouldnolongerliftafoot,sir.ProvidedtheSerangdoesnotknowthatthere’sanythingwrong.”

           “Hedoesn’t.”

           “Naturallynot.Quitebeyondhisapprehension.Theyaren’tcapableoffindingoutanythingaboutus,sir.”

           “Youseemtobeashrewdman,”saidMr.VanWykinachokedmutter,asthoughhewerefeelingsick.

           “You’llfindmeagoodenoughservant,sir.”

           Mr.Sternehopednowforahandshakeatleast,butunexpectedly,witha“What’sthis?Betternottobeseentogether,”Mr.VanWyk’swhiteshapewavered,andinstantlyseemedtomeltawayintheblackairundertheroofofboughs.Thematewasstartled.Yes.Therewasthatfaintthumpingclatter.

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