The Man from the Clouds by J. Storer (Joseph Storer) Clouston
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as he asked with manifest curiosity but without any apparent suspicion in
his voice, "And how did you get here?" Yet when I looked up from my pipe-filling to answer him I could almost swear that he had done something to make his features less visible--pulled his sou'wester further down and sunk his chin into the high collar of his oilskin, it certainly seemed to me. As I had gathered a very insufficient impression of him before, this was a little provoking. Still, I told myself that our acquaintance was only beginning. How to ripen it--that was the problem. I tried the effect of merely winking and saying with a cool, knowing air: "The usual way. Do you have to ask?" He looked sharply up and down the rocks and out to sea and I saw instantly what was in his mind. "Impossible! There was no signal. I have been looking out all the time," said he. I merely laughed. "How else do you think I could have come?" "So!" he murmured again, and then he asked a curious question. "Do you know if there are many sheep on this island?" So I had landed on an island! That was the first and chief deduction I drew from this enquiry. The second was that the man's English must |
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