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? ? ? ? There was mild protest in his pale-blue eyes, and, withal, a timid frankness and manliness that quite won me to him.

? ? ? ? 'Thank you, Mr. Johnson,' I corrected, and reached out my hand for his.

? ? ? ? He hesitated, awkward and bashful, shifted his weight from one leg to the other, then blunderingly gripped my hand in a hearty shake.

? ? ? ? 'Have you any dry clothes I may put on?' I asked the cook.

? ? ? ? 'Yes, sir,' he answered, with cheerful alacrity. 'I'll run down an' tyke a look over my kit, if you've no objections, sir, to wearin' my things.'

? ? ? ? He dived out of the galley door, or glided, rather, with a swiftness and smoothness of gait that struck me as being not so much cat-like as oily. In fact, this oiliness, or greasiness, as I was later to learn, was probably the most salient expression of his personality.

? ? ? ? 'And where am I?' I asked Johnson, whom I took, and rightly, to be one of the sailors.


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