The blackness of this dark intrigue filled him with horror.

He could understand Vinck.

There was no love lost between them.

But Leonard! Leonard! "Why, Captain Lingard," he burst out, "the fellow licked my boots." "Yes, yes, yes," said Lingard, testily, "we know that, and you did your best to cram your boot down his throat.

No man likes that, my boy." "I was always giving money to all that hungry lot," went on Willems, passionately.