Only, he'll be an interesting specimen for me to observe.

But ship that girl east as soon as you can." "Why ?" McClintock put a hand on the doctor's shoulder.

"Because she's a fire-opal, and to the world at large they bring bad luck." "Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her?
The Dawn Pearl!" McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively.

He knew what he knew.
* * * * * Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New England conscience.

Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force.