Ah! Well! he wanted a home, and the match seemed to please Hudig, and Hudig gave him the bungalow, that flower-bowered house to which he was wending his way in the cool moonlight.

And he had the worship of the Da Souza tribe.

A man of his stamp could carry off anything, do anything, aspire to anything.

In another five years those white people who attended the Sunday card-parties of the Governor would accept him--half-caste wife and all! Hooray! He saw his shadow dart forward and wave a hat, as big as a rum barrel, at the end of an arm several yards long.

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