In his hand he carried a huge metal-knobbed stick.
In an instant Nathaniel had recovered himself.

He advanced a step, bowing coolly.
"I am Captain Plum, of the sloop _Typhoon_," he said.

"I called at your home a short time ago and was directed to your office.

As a stranger on the island I did not know that you had an office or I would have come here first." "Ah!" The king drew his right foot back half a pace and bowed so low that Nathaniel saw only the crown of his hat.

When he raised his head the aggressive stare had gone out of his eyes and a welcoming smile lighted up his face as he advanced with extended hand.
"I am glad to see you, Captain Plum." His voice was deep and rich, filled with that wonderful vibratory power which seems to strike and attune the hidden chords of one's soul.