e. Take a cigar."

Mr. Phillips hauled a deck chair from the sunshine into the shade and
stood leaning over the back of it.

"This island," said Mr. Donovan, "seems likely to be restful. Once
we're through with the job of landing our trunks we shall be able to
settle down and just stay put. I don't say but it's pleasant for a man
like me who's worked some in his time to sit here and watch other
people sweating----"

He waved his hand towards the islanders, who staggered up the steps
under their loads. He included with a sweeping gesture two boats which
had just left the ship's side. The day was exceedingly hot. All these
men were certainly sweating. The clanking and rattling of the donkey
engines were plainly audible across the water. The engineman was
probably sweating too. Captain Wilson, standing erect in the full
blaze of the sun on the steamer's fore-deck, cannot possibly have been
cool. Mr. Donovan sighed with satisfaction.

"I don't deny that it's pleasant," he said, "kind of aggravates the
sense of restfulness; but for real calm give me a country where nobody
works at all. That's what I am looking forward to. That's why I reckon
this island is going to suit me."

"Mr. Donovan," said Phillips, "there's a matter I want to speak to you
about. I daresay there's nothing in it; but I can't help feeling----"

Mr. Phillips' hand went to his breast pocket. He clutched the torn
envelope.

"Here's something I picked up the day before yesterday," he said.

Smith stepped suddenly between him and Mr. Donovan. Smith was a hard
worker, and a loud shouter when shouting was desirable. He was also,
as Phillips knew, a quiet mover when he chose. He held a tray in his
hand with two glasses on it. He handed one to Mr. Donovan and the
other to Phillips.

"Beg pardon, sir," he said, "but there's some cases of books come
ashore, sir. I thought you'd like to arrange about them yourself, sir,
seeing as how I don't understand libraries."

He spoke to Phillips. He did not expect Mr. Donovan to arrange
anything.

"You're young, Phillips," said Mr. Donovan. "According to the prophets
and other wise men it's a good thing to be young. I'm getting on for
sixty, but there are compensations. I don't feel called on to see
after things. I don't have to toil any. Smith!"

"Yes, sir."

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compounding of cocktails. They vary from the simple dry Martini to the
more poetic