If he sits around them picture-shows much more he'll develop the T.B.

For the good of his health, an' mine an' yours, an' all of us, we got to get up anchor pretty soon an' hit out for the home of the trade winds that kiss you through an' through with the salt an' the life of the sea." * * * * * In truth, Kwaque, who never complained, was ailing fast.

A swelling, slow and sensationless at first, under his right arm-pit, had become a mild and unceasing pain.

No longer could he sleep a night through.
Although he lay on his left side, never less than twice, and often three and four times, the hurt of the swelling woke him.

Ah Moy, had he not long since been delivered back to China by the immigration authorities, could have told him the meaning of that swelling, just as he could have told Dag Daughtry the meaning of the increasing area of numbness between his eyes where the tiny, vertical, lion-lines were cutting more conspicuously.