A brilliant half-light trembled on the ceiling, on the whitewashed walls, bathed the multitude of vacant chairs and tables in a peculiar, stealthy glow.
"All right.

We will get something to eat when it's ready," he said, waving the anxious Chinaman waiter aside.

He took his temples touched with grey between his hands, leaning over the table to bring his face, his dark, keen eyes, closer to mine.
"Davidson then was commanding the steamer _Sissie_--the little one which we used to chaff him about.

He ran her alone, with only the Malay serang for a deck officer.

The nearest approach to another white man on board of her was the engineer, a Portuguese half-caste, as thin as a lath and quite a youngster at that.