One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. "On Friday," he replied. "If the best nag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out.
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