As Clubbe understood this, and nodded in acquiescence, there only remained to them to draw the cork and light their cigars.
"Not much to tell," said Clubbe, guardedly.

"But what there is, is no secret, so far as I know.

It has not been told because it was known long ago, and has been forgotten since.

The man's dead and buried, and there's an end of him." "Of him, yes, but not of his race," answered Colville.
"You mean the lad ?" inquired the Captain, turning his calm and steady gaze to Colville's face.

The whole man seemed to turn, ponderously and steadily, like a siege-gun.
"That is what I meant," answered Colville.