Just for the sport of the thing some old fellows go in for crockery, some for pictures, and some for horses.
The admiral just hunts treasures.

Half-past six; you'll excuse me.
There'll be some train despatches in a minute." Fitzgerald gave him a good cigar, took up his bag, and started off for the main street; and once there he remembered with chagrin that he had not asked the agent the most important thing of all: Had the admiral a daughter?
Well, at eight o'clock he would learn all about that.
Pirates! It would be as good as a play.

But where did he come in?
And why was courage necessary?
His interest found new life.
Swan's Hotel was one of those nondescript buildings of wood which are not worth more than a three-line paragraph even when they burn down.
It was smelly.

The kitchen joined the dining-room, and the dining-room the office, which was half a bar-room, with a few boxes of sawdust mathematically arranged along the walls.

There were many like it up and down the coast.