This friendship was a matter of history to the homeless
world of men and women who travelled east and west through the Suez
Canal.
"He has asked me," the Doctor was saying, "to go ashore with him at
Plymouth; I don't know why. I imagine he is a little bit afraid of
wringing Seymour Michael's neck."
"Just as likely as not," observed the Captain. "It would be a good thing
done, but don't let Agar do it."
"May I leave the ship at Plymouth?" asked Mark Ruthine, with a quiet air
of obedience which seemed to be accepted with the gravity with which it
was offered.
"I don't see why you should not," was the reply. "Everybody goes ashore
there except about half a dozen men, who certainly will not want your
services."
"I should rather like to do it. We come from the same part of the
country, and Agar seems anxious to have me. He is not a chap to say much,
but I imagine there will be some sort of a _denouement_."
The Captain was looking through a pair of glasses ahead, towards the
anchorage.
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