Part 13 (1/2)
”I never read the newspapers,” said Sanders, ”and--”
”Of course,” interrupted the Hon George eagerly, ”we can ht as far as you are concerned”
”Oh, thank you!” Sanders' gratitude was a little overdone, but he held out his hand ”Well, I wish you luck-let e Tackle was frankly nonplussed
”But excuseit all, where am I to put up?”
”Here?”
”Yes - dash it, ht I'd put you up?”
”Well, I did think--”
”That I'd fall on your neck and welcome you?”
”Not exactly, but--”
”Well,” said Sanders, carefully folding his napkin, ”I'lad to see you as all that”
”I suppose not,” said the Hon George, bridling
”Because you're a responsibility-I hate extra responsibility You can pitch your tent just wherever you like-but I cannot offer you the hospitality you desire”
”I shall report this e orandmother's maiden aunt,” said Sanders politely
Half an hour later he saw the Hon George rejoin the shi+p that brought hiht to the Administrator, and would receive a reception beside which a Sahara storm would be zephyrs of Araby
At the same time Sanders was a little puzzled, and not a little hurt There never had been a question of atrocities in his district, and he was puzzled to account for the ruht the ”coation-could it be a distorted account of Olari's punish a book to the lord who has just gone from here,” was his command to a servant, and proceeded to scribble a note:-
”I am afraid,” he wrote, ”I was rather rude to you-not understanding what the devil you were driving at An overwhelalow until such tiation”
The Hon George read this with a self-satisfied smirk
”The way to treat these fellows,” he said to the Elder Dempster captain, ”is to show 'eht he'd climb down”
The Elder Dempster captain, who knew Sanders by repute, s Once e was ee waved a farewell to his friends on the stea over the side of his bridge, watched the surf boat rising and falling in the swell