16/18 Don't try," advised the master, and, bending again over his desk, his staring bloodshot eyes close to the paper, he would go on tracing laboriously with his thick fingers the slim unsteady letters of his correspondence, while Willems waited respectfully for his further good pleasure before asking, with great deference-- "Any orders, Mr.Hudig ?" "Hm! yes. Go to Bun-Hin yourself and see the dollars of that payment counted and packed, and have them put on board the mail-boat for Ternate. She's due here this afternoon." "Yes, Mr.Hudig." "And, look here. If the boat is late, leave the case in Bun-Hin's godown till to-morrow. |