Lingard stood by the taff-rail listening, with a pleased smile till the Flash began to draw close to the only other vessel in the anchorage.
"Here, Willems," he said, calling him to his side, "d'ye see that barque here?
That's an Arab vessel.

White men have mostly given up the game, but this fellow drops in my wake often, and lives in hopes of cutting me out in that settlement.

Not while I live, I trust.

You see, Willems, I brought prosperity to that place.

I composed their quarrels, and saw them grow under my eyes.