As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of his services for a week to come,—if, indeed it does not disable him altogether. Their small talk continued. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. Its importance had vanished with her abandonment of compromise. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. He unhooked it from the front clasp. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. She hit the villain with it.
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