"And don't you know, sir, that not thirteen days after this paper appeared in New South Pole, this ship we're standing in heaved her blessed anchors out of China?
How did the _Sydney Morning Herald_ get to Hong Kong in thirteen days?
Trent made no land, he spoke no ship, till he got here.

Then he either got it here or in Hong Kong.

I give you your choice, my son!" he cried, and fell back among the clothes like a man weary of life.
"Where did you find them ?" I asked.

"In that black bag ?" "Guess so," he said.

"You needn't fool with it.