He turned and beckoned to Mark Ruthine, who presently joined them, after
paying the boatmen.
"The nine forty-five is the train," he said to him. "We may as well walk
up. The streets of Plymouth are not pleasant to drive through."
So the cab was sent on with the luggage, and the three men turned to the
slope that leads up to the Hoe.
There was some sort of constraint over them, and they reached the summit
of the ascent without having exchanged a word.
When they stood on the Hoe, where the old Eddystone lighthouse is now
erected, Seymour Michael turned and looked out over the bay where the
ships lay at anchor.
"The good old _Mahanaddy_," he said, "the finest ship I have ever sailed
in."
Neither man answered him, but they turned also and looked, standing one
on each side of him.
Then at last Jem Agar spoke, breaking a silence which had been brooding
since the _Mahanaddy_ came out of the Canal.
"I want to know," he said, "exactly how things stand with my people at
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