will fix it so I can cable him and sleep aboard the ship, I'll be
greatly obliged."

"Nothing of the sort," Mr. Weeks blew through his wet lips. "I'll
cable him myself and you'll stay right here as my guest. Delighted
to have the privilege."

Kirk cast another glance over the place, and demurred hastily.
"Really, I couldn't think of putting you out. I can stay on the
Santa Cruz as well as not."

"I couldn't hear to such a thing. You're tired of ship life--
everybody is--and I have lots of room--too much room. It's a
pleasure to meet real people--this damn country is so full of
crooks and dead-beats. No, sir, you'll stay right here where it is
cool and comfortable." With a pudgy forefinger he stripped his
purple brow of a row of glistening sweat-drops. "I'll have Zeelah
fix up a bed where this glorious breeze will play on you. Mr.
Anthony, that trade-wind blows just like that all the time--never
dies down--it's the only thing that makes life bearable here--that
and the whiskey. Have another highball?"

"No, I thank you."

"Darwin--Say, I'll send a cart for your baggage, right now."

"I have it with me--six shirts, all guilty."

"Then I'll send your father a message this minute. I'm delighted
at the privilege of being the first to advise him of your safety