9/325 What do they think a man is--blown-out paper bag or what ?--go off pop like that when he's hit--Damn silly yarn--Hint indeed!. A lie ?" You must imagine this statuesque ruffian enhaloed in the black rim of his hat, letting all this out as an old dog growls sometimes, with his head up and staring-away eyes. "Well, but even if untrue it _is_ a hint, enabling me to see these rocks, this gale they speak of, the heavy seas, etc., etc., in relation to mankind. |