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      The mockery escaped the purser, who was a good fellow in his blundering way. "Chaps gamble, you know. And this part of the world is full of fleas and mosquitoes and gamblers. When a man's been chucked, he's always asking what's trumps. He's not keen on the game; and the professional gambler takes advantage of his condition. Oh, there are a thousand ways out here of getting rid of your money when the girl's given you the go-by!"

      "To that I agree. When do we reach Prome?"

      "About six," understanding that the Warrington incident was closed. "It isn't worth while going ashore, though. Nothing to see at night."

      "I have no inclination to leave the boat until we reach Rangoon."

      She met Warrington at luncheon, and she greeted him amiably. To her mind there was something pitiful in the way the man had tried to improve his condition. Buttons had been renewed, some with black thread and some with white; and there were little islands of brown yarn, at the elbows, at the bottom of the pockets, along the seams. So long as she lived, no matter whom she might marry, she was convinced that never would the thought of this man fade completely from her memory. Neither the amazing likeness nor the romantic background had anything to do with this conviction. It was the man's utter loneliness.

      "I have been waiting for Parrot & Co. all the morning," she said.

      "I'll show him to you right after luncheon. It wasn't that I had forgotten."

      She nodded; but he did not comprehend that this inclination of the head explained that she knew the reason of the absence. She could in fancy see the strong brown fingers clumsily striving to thread the needle. (As a matter of fact, her imagination was at fault. James had done the greater part of the repairing.)

      Rajah took the center of the stage; and even the colonel forgot his liver long enough to chuckle when the bird turned somersaults through the steel-hoop. Elsa was delighted. She knelt and offered him her slim white finger. Rajah eyed it with his head cocked at one side. He turned insolently and entered his cage. Since he never saw a finger without flying at it in a rage, it was the politest thing he had ever done.

      "Isn't he a sassy little beggar?" laughed the owner. "That's the way; his hand, or claw, rather, against all the world. I've had him half a dozen years, and he hates me just as thoroughly now as he did when I picked him up while I was at Jaipur."

      "Have you carried him about all this time?" demanded the colonel.

      "He was one of the two friends I had, one of the two I trusted," quietly, with a look which rather disconcerted the Anglo-Indian.

      "By the actions of him I should say that he was your bitterest enemy."

      "He is; yet I call him friend. There's a peculiar thing about friendship," said the kneeling man. "We make a man our friend; we take him on trust, frankly and loyally; we give him the best we have in us; but we never really know. Rajah is frankly my enemy, and that's why I love him and trust him. I should have preferred a dog; but one takes what one can. Besides … " Warrington paused, thrust the perch between the bars, and got up.

      "Jah, jah, jah! Jah—jah—ja-a-a-h!" the bird shrilled.

      "Oh, what a funny little bird!" cried Elsa, laughing. "What does he say?"

      "I've often wondered. It sounds like the bell-gong you hear in the Shwe Dagon Pagoda, in Rangoon. He picked it up himself."

      The colonel returned to his elderly charges and became absorbed in his aged Times. If the girl wanted to pick up the riff-raff to talk to, that was her affair. Americans were impossible, anyhow.

      "How long have you been in the Orient?" Elsa asked.

      "Ten years," he answered gravely.

      "That is a long time."

      "Sometimes it was like eternity."

      "I have heard from the purser of your good luck."

      "Oh!" He stooped again and locked the door of Rajah's cage. "I dare say a good many people will hear of it."

      "It was splendid. I love to read stories like that, but I'd far rather hear them told first-hand."

      Elsa was not romantic in the sense that she saw heroes where there were only ordinary men; but she thrilled at the telling of some actual adventure, something big with life. Her heart and good will went out to the man who won against odds. Strangely enough, soldier's daughter though she was, the pomp and glamour and cruelty of war were detestable to her. It was the obscure and unknown hero who appealed to her: such a one as this man might be.

      "Oh, there was nothing splendid about the thing. I simply hung on." Then a thought struck him. "You are traveling alone?"

      "With a companion." A peculiar question, she thought.

      "It is not wise," he commented.

      "My father was a soldier," she replied.

      "It isn't a question of bravery," he replied, a bit of color charging under his skin.

      Elsa was amused. "And, pray, what question is it?" He was like a boy.

      "I'm afraid of making myself obscure. This world is not like your world. Women over here … Oh, I've lost the art of saying things clearly." He pulled at his beard embarrassedly.

      "I rather believe I understand you. The veneer cracks easily in hot climates; man's veneer."

      "And falls off altogether."

      "Are you warning me against yourself?"

      "Why not? Twenty thousand pounds do not change a man; they merely change the public's opinion of him. For all you know, I may be the greatest rascal unhanged."

      "But you are not."

      He recognized that it was not a query; and a pleasurable thrill ran over him. Had there been the least touch of condescension in her manner, he would have gone deep into his shell.

      "No; there are worse men in this world than I. But we are getting away from the point, of women traveling alone in the East. Oh, I know you can protect yourself to a certain extent. But everywhere, on boats, in the hotels, on the streets, are men who have discarded all the laws of convention, of the social contract. And they have the keen eye of the kite and the vulture."

      To Elsa this interest in her welfare was very diverting. "In other words, they can quickly discover the young woman who goes about unprotected? Don't you think that the trend of the conversation has taken rather a remarkable turn, not as impersonal as it should be?"

      "I beg your pardon!"

      "I am neither an infant nor a fool, Mr. Warrington."

      "Shall I go?"

      "No. I want you to tell me some stories." She laughed. "Don't worry about me, Mr. Warrington. I have gone my way alone since I was sixteen. I have traveled all over this wicked world with nobody but the woman who was once my nurse. I seldom put myself in the way of an affront. I am curious without being of an investigating turn of mind. Now, tell me something of your adventures. Ten years in this land must mean something. I am always hunting for Harun-al-Raschid, or Sindbad, or some one who has done something out of the ordinary."

      "Do you write books?"

      "No, I read them by preference."

      "Ah, a good book!" He inclined against the rail and stared down at the muddy water. "Adventure?" He frowned a little. "I'm afraid mine wouldn't read like adventures. There's no glory in being a stevedore on the docks at Hongkong, a stoker on a tramp steamer between Singapore and the Andaman Islands. What haven't I been in these ten years?" with a shrug. "Can you fancy me a deck-steward on a P. & O. boat, tucking old ladies in their chairs, staggering about with a tray of broth-bowls, helping the unsteady to their staterooms, and touching my cap at the end of the voyage for a few shillings in tips?"

      "You are bitter."

      "Bitter? I ought not to be, with twenty thousand pounds

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