From time to time the Chinaman used to ask Davidson about the white man.

He was still there, eh?
"I never see him," Davidson had to confess to his owner, who would peer at him silently through round, horn-rimmed spectacles, several sizes too large for his little old face.

"I never see him." To me, on occasions he would say: "I haven't a doubt he's there.

He hides.

It's very unpleasant." Davidson was a little vexed with Heyst.