Dorothy appeared at the door of the cabin and stood there, gazing in surprise at the bark, while the moment he caught sight of her Sanchez went hastily forward, removing his hat with so peculiar a flourish as he approached as to cause me to notice the gesture.
Fairfax remained beside the rail, staring out across the widening water, clearly dissatisfied, but finally waved his hand in a command to me to resume our course.

Shortly after he crossed the deck to the wheel, and stood there beside me, still watchful of the dwindling vessel already far astern.
"What do you make of her, Carlyle ?" he asked finally, turning slightly to glance at my face.

"I believe that fellow lied." "So do I, sir," I answered promptly.

"Whatever else he may be, he's no peaceful Dutch trader.

The bark is Dutch built all right, and no doubt once sailed out of Rotterdam; but that fellow got his accent from South Europe." "Damn me, that's just what I thought." "Nor is that all, sir.