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one, "what's written?"
He listened. And floating over the water came faintly the words:
"No one knows!"
III
"My word! I couldn't help liking the chap," would shout Lingard
when telling the story; and looking around at the eyes that
glittered at him through the smoke of cheroots, this Brixham
trawler-boy, afterward a youth in colliers, deep-water man,
gold-digger, owner and commander of "the finest brig afloat,"
knew that by his listeners--seamen, traders, adventurers like
himself--this was accepted not as the expression of a feeling,
but as the highest commendation he could give his Malay friend.
"By heavens! I shall go to Wajo!" he cried, and a semicircle of
heads nodded grave approbation while a slightly ironical voice
said deliberately--"You are a made man, Tom, if you get on the
right side of that Rajah of yours."
"Go in--and look out for yourself," cried another with a laugh.
A little professional jealousy was unavoidable, Wajo, on account
of its chronic state of disturbance, being closed to the white
traders; but there was no real ill-will in the banter of these
men, who, rising with handshakes, dropped off one by one. Lingard
went straight aboard his vessel and, till morning, walked the
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