In any case, he was a "bum." Whenever Mr.Landover was at a loss for a word to express contumely for his fellow-man,--and he was seldom at a loss,--he called him a "bum." The women on board were divided into three classes in Landover's worldly opinion: the kind you would marry (rare), the kind you wouldn't marry (plentiful), and the kind you wouldn't have to marry (common).

He put Olga Obosky and Careni-Amori in this rather extensive third class, and even went so far as to set what he considered a fair value upon them as human commodities! He worked with the gang of "log-toters," a term supplied by Percival.
They were the men who carried or dragged the trimmed tree-trunks from the forest to the camp site, where they were subsequently hewn into shape for structural purposes by the more skilful handlers of ax and wedge and saw.
A certain man named Manuel Crust was the fore-man of this gang.

He was a swarthy, powerful "Portugee" who was on his way to Rio to kill the pal who had run away with his wife.

He was going up there to kill Sebastian Cabral and live happily for ever afterward.

His idea of future happiness was to sit by the fireside in his declining years and pleasantly ruminate over the variety of deaths he had inflicted upon the loathsome Sebastian.