Everybody knows now that
you are among the quick--eh?"
"No," replied Jem, "only Michael; it was arranged that I should telegraph
to him."
"Of course," the Doctor hastened to say, for he had perceived a change in
Agar's demeanour, "all this is the purest supposition. It is only a
theory built upon a man's character. It is wonderful how consistent
people are. Judge how a man would act and you will find that he has acted
like it afterwards."
As if in illustration of the theory Jem Agar looked gravely determined,
but uttered no threat directed towards Seymour Michael. His quiet face
was a threat in itself.
"Well," he said, rising, "I am keeping you fellows from your slumbers. I
am still sleeping on deck; can't get accustomed to the atmosphere below
decks after six months' sleeping in the open."
He nodded and left them.
"Rum chap!" muttered the Captain, looking at his watch when the footsteps
had died away over the silent decks.
"One of the queerest specimens I know," retorted Dr.
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