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Hefellintodeepthought,breathingstertorously,asthoughhehadbeentakinganapopen-eyed.Perhapshetoo,onhisside,haddetectedinthesilentpilgrim-likefigure,standingtherebythewheel,likeanarrestedwayfarer,theburiedlineamentsofthefeaturesbelongingtotheyoungcaptainoftheCondor.Goodfellow—HarryWhalley—neververytalkative.Youneverknewwhathewasupto—abittoooff-handwithpeopleofconsequence,andapttotakeawrongviewofafellow’sactions.Factwashehadatoogoodopinionofhimself.Hewouldhavelikedtotellhimtogetinanddrivehimhometodinner.Butoneneverknew.Wifewouldnotlikeit.
“Andit’sfunnytothink,Harry,”hewentoninabig,subdueddrone,“thatofallthepeopleonitthereseemsonlyyouandIlefttorememberthispartoftheworldasitusedtobe...”
HewasreadytoindulgeinthesweetnessofasentimentalmoodhaditnotstruckhimsuddenlythatCaptainWhalley,unstirringandwithoutaword,seemedtobeawaitingsomething—perhapsexpecting...Hegatheredthereinsatonceandburstoutinbluff,heartygrowls—
“Ha!Mydearboy.Themenwehaveknown—theshipswe’vesailed—ay!andthethingswe’vedone...”
Theponyplunged—thesyceskippedoutoftheway.CaptainWhalleyraisedhisarm.
“Good-by.”
