and in that part, and, as it were,
a glade among the cocoa palms in which the direct noonday sun blazed
intolerably. At the far end, in the shadow, the tall figure of Attwater
was to be seen leaning on a tree; towards him, with his hands over his
head, and his steps smothered in the sand, the clerk painfully waded.
The surrounding glare threw out and exaggerated the man's smallness; it
seemed no less perilous an enterprise, this that he was gone upon, than
for a whelp to besiege a citadel.

'There, Mr Whish. That will do,' cried Attwater. 'From that distance,
and keeping your hands up, like a good boy, you can very well put me in
possession of the skipper's views.'

The interval betwixt them was perhaps forty feet; and Huish measured
it with his eye, and breathed a curse. He was already distressed with
labouring in the loose sand, and his arms ached bitterly from their
unnatural position. In the palm of his right hand, the jar was ready;
and his heart thrilled, and his voice choked as he began to speak.

'Mr Hattwater,' said he, 'I don't know if ever you 'ad a mother...'

'I can set your mind at rest: I had,' returned Attwater; 'and
henceforth, if I might venture to suggest it, her name need not recur in
our communications. I should perhaps tell you that I am not amenable to
the pathetic.'

'I am sorry, sir, if I 'ave seemed to tresparse on your private
feelin's,' said the clerk, cringing and stealing a step. 'At least, sir,
you will never pe'suade me that you are not a perfec' gentleman; I
know a gentleman when I see him; and as such, I 'ave no 'esitation in
throwin' myself on your merciful consideration. It IS 'ard lines, no
doubt; it's 'ard lines to have to hown yourself beat; it's 'ard lines to
'ave to come and beg to you for charity.'

'When, if things had only gone right, the whole place was as good as
your own?' suggested Attwater. 'I can understand the feeling.'

'You are judging me, Mr Attwater,' said the clerk, 'and God knows how
unjustly! THOU GAWD SEEST ME, was the tex' I 'ad in my Bible, w'ich my
father wrote it in with 'is own 'and upon the fly leaft.'

'I am sorry I have to beg your pardon once more,' said Attwater; 'but,
do you know, you seem to me to be a trifle nearer, which is entirely
outside of our bargain. And I would venture to suggest that you take
one--two--three--steps back; and stay there.'

The devil, at this staggering disappointment, looked out of Huish's
face, and Attwater was sw