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acquaintance. Clearly he was not difficult to get on with. "I like him, very well," he continued, "though it isn't easy to make him out. He seems to be up to a thing or two. What's he doing?" I informed him that our friend Marlow had retired from the sea in a sort of half-hearted fashion some years ago. Mr. Powell's comment was: "Fancied had enough of it?" "Fancied's the very word to use in this connection," I observed, remembering the subtly provisional character of Marlow's long sojourn amongst us. From year to year he dwelt on land as a bird rests on the branch of a tree, so tense with the power of brusque flight into its true element that it is incomprehensible why it should sit still minute after minute. The sea is the sailor's true element, and Marlow, lingering on shore, was to me an object of incredulous commiseration like a bird, which, secretly, should have lost its faith in the high virtue of flying. CHAPTER TWO--THE FYNES AND THE GIRL-FRIEND We were on our feet in the room by then, and Marlow, brown and deliberate, approached the window where Mr. Powell and I had retired. "What was the name of your chance again?" he asked. Mr. Powell stared for a moment. "Oh! The _Ferndale_. A Liverpool ship. Composite built." "_Ferndale_," repeated Marlow thoughtfully. "_Ferndale_." "Know her?" "Our friend," I said, "knows something of every ship. He seems to have gone about the seas prying into things considerably." Marlow smiled. "I've seen her, at least once." "The finest sea-boat ever launched," declared Mr. Powell sturdily. "Without exception." "She looked a stout, comfortable ship," assented Marlow. "Uncommonly comfortable. Not very fast tho'." "She was fast enough for any reasonable man--when I was in her," growled Mr. Powell with his back to us. "Any ship is that--for a reasonable man," generalized Marlow in a conciliatory tone. "A sailor isn't a globe-trotter." "No," muttered Mr. Powell. "Time's nothing to him," advanced Marlow. "I don't suppose it's much," said Mr. Powell. "All the same a quick passage is a feather in a man's cap." "True. But that ornament is for the use of the master only. And by the by what was his name?" "The master of the _Ferndale_? Anthony. Captain Anthony." "Just so. Quite right," approved Marlow thoughtfully. Our new acquaintance looked over his shoulder. "What do you mean? Why is it more right than if it had be
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