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Chapter VII. Tristan D’Acunha
IfeltsurethatCaptainLenGuywouldnotrefusetotakemetotheislands.IinformedMr.Glassofmyintention,andheremarked,stillinatoneofannoyance,—
“Asforyourcaptain,Ihavenotevenseenthecolourofhishair.”
“Idon’tthinkhehasanyintentionofcomingashore.”
“Isheill?”
“Nottomyknowledge.Butitdoesnotconcernyou,sincehehassenthislieutenanttorepresenthim.”
“Oh,he’sacheerfulperson!Onemayextracttwowordsfromhimoccasionally.Fortunately,itiseasiertogetcoinoutofhispocketthanspeechoutofhislips.”
“That’stheimportantthing,Mr.Glass.”
“Youareright,sir—Mr.Jeorling,ofConnecticut,Ibelieve?”
Iassented.
“So!Iknowyourname,whileIhaveyettolearnthatofthecaptainoftheHalbrane.”
“HisnameisGuy—LenGuy.”
“AnEnglishman?”
“Yes—anEnglishman.”
“Hemighthavetakenthetroubletopayavisittoacountrymanofhis,Mr.Jeorling!Butstay!Ihadsomedealingsformerlywithacaptainofthatname.Guy,Guy—”
“WilliamGuy?”Iasked,quickly.
“Precisely.WilliamGuy.”
“WhocommandedtheJane?”
“TheJane?Yes.Thesameman.”
“AnEnglishschoonerwhichputinatTristand’Acunhaelevenyearsago?”
“Elevenyears,Mr.Jeorling.IhadbeensettledintheislandwhereCaptainJeffrey,oftheBerwick,ofLondon,foundmeintheyear1824,forfullsevenyears.
