So when there was anything to be gained by it, and sometimes out of pure and unprofitable good nature, they would drop the ceremonious "Captain Lingard" and address him half seriously as Rajah Laut--the King of the Sea.
He carried the name bravely on his broad shoulders.

He had carried it many years already when the boy Willems ran barefooted on the deck of the ship Kosmopoliet IV.

in Samarang roads, looking with innocent eyes on the strange shore and objurgating his immediate surroundings with blasphemous lips, while his childish brain worked upon the heroic idea of running away.

From the poop of the Flash Lingard saw in the early morning the Dutch ship get lumberingly under weigh, bound for the eastern ports.

Very late in the evening of the same day he stood on the quay of the landing canal, ready to go on board of his brig.