ack yard。 Next he engaged passage on the steamship Umatilla； sailing for Seattle and Puget Sound ports at daylight。 And next he packed his luggage and paid his bills。
In the meantime； a wordy war was occurring in Walter Merritt Emory's office。
〃The man's yelling his head off；〃 Doctor Masters was contending。 〃The police had to rap him with their clubs in the ambulance。 He was violent。 He wanted his dog。 It can't be done。 It's too raw。 You can't steal his dog this way。 He'll make a howl in the papers。〃
〃Huh！〃 quoth Walter Merritt Emory。 〃I'd like to see a reporter with backbone enough to go within talking distance of a leper in the pest…house。 And I'd like to see the editor who wouldn't send a pest…house letter （granting it'd been smuggled past the guards） out to be burned the very second he became aware of its source。 Don't you worry； Doc。 There won't be any noise in the papers。〃
〃But leprosy！ Public health！ The dog has been exposed to his master。 The dog itself is a peripatetic source of infection。〃
〃Contagion is the better and more technical word； Doc。；〃 Walter Merritt Emory soothed with the sting of superior knowledge。
〃Contagion； then；〃 Doctor Masters took him up。 〃The public must be considered。 It must not run the risk of being infected〃
〃Of contracting the contagion；〃 the other corrected smoothly。
〃Call it what you will。 The public〃
〃Poppycock；〃 said Walter Merritt Emory。 〃What you don't know about leprosy； and what the rest of the board of health doesn't know about leprosy； would fill more books than have been compiled by the men who have expertly studied the disease。 The one thing they have eternally tried； and are eternally trying； is to inoculate one animal outside man with the leprosy that is peculiar to man。 Horses； rabbits； rats； donkeys； monkeys； mice； and dogs heavens； they have tried it on them all； tens of thousands of times and a hundred thousand times ten thousand times； and never a successful inoculation！ They have never succeeded in inoculating it on one man from another。 Herelet me show you。〃
And from his shelves Waiter Merritt Emory began pulling down his authorities。
〃Amazing 。 。 。 most interesting 。 。 。 〃 Doctor Masters continued to emit from time to time as he followed the expert guidance of the other through the books。 〃I never dreamed 。 。 。 the amount of work they have done is astounding 。 。 。 〃
〃But；〃 he said in conclusion； 〃there is no convincing a layman of the matter contained on your shelves。 Nor can I so convince my public。 Nor will I try to。 Besides； the man is consigned to the living death of life…long imprisonment in the pest…house。 You know the beastly hole it is。 He loves the dog。 He's mad over it。 Let him have it。 I tell you it's rotten unfair and cruel； and I won't stand for it。〃
〃Yes； you will；〃 Walter Merritt Emory assured him coolly。 〃And I'll tell you why。〃
He told him。 He said things that no doctor should say to another； but which a politician may well say； and has often said； to another politicianthings which cannot bear repeating； if； for no other reason； because they are too humiliating and too little conducive to pride for the average American citizen to know； things of the inside； secret governments of imperial municipalities which the average American citizen； voting free as a king at the polls； fondly thinks he manages； things which are； on rare occasion； partly unburied and promptly reburied in the tomes of reports of Lexow Committees and Federal Commissions。
And Walter Merritt Emory won his desire of Michael against Doctor Masters； had his wife dine with him at Jules' that evening and took her to see Margaret Anglin in celebration of the victory； returned home at one in the morning； in his pyjamas went out to take a last look at Michael； and found no Michael。
The pest…house of San Francisco； as is naturally the case with pest…houses in all American cities； was situated on the bleakest； remotest； forlornest； cheapest space of land owned by the city。 Poorly protected from the Pacific Ocean； chill winds and dense fog…banks whistled and swirled sadly across the sand…dunes。 Picnicking parties never came there； nor did small boys hunting birds' nests or playing at being wild Indians。 The only class of frequenters was the suicides； who； sad of life； sought the saddest landscape as a fitting scene in which to end。 And； because they so ended； they never repeated their visits。
The outlook from the windows was not inspiriting。 A quarter of a mile in either direction； looking out along the shallow canyon of the sand…hills； Dag Daughtry could see the sentry…boxes of the guards； themselves armed and more prone to kill than to lay hands on any escaping pest…man； much less persuavively discuss with him the advisability of his return to the prison house。
On the opposing sides of the prospect from the windows of the four walls of the pest…house were trees。 Eucalyptus they were； but not the royal monarchs that their brothers are in native habitats。 Poorly planted； by politics； illy attended； by politics； decimated and many times repeatedly decimated by the hostile forces of their environment； a straggling corporal's guard of survivors； they thrust their branches； twisted and distorted； as if writhing in agony； into the air。 Scrub of growth they were； expending the major portion of their meagre nourishment in their roots that crawled seaward through the insufficient sand for anchorage against the prevailing gales。
Not even so far as the sentry…boxes were Daughtry and Kwaque permitted to stroll。 A hundred yards inside was the dead…line。 Here； the guards came hastily to deposit food…supplies； medicines； and written doctors' instructions； retreating as hastily as they came。 Here； also； was a blackboard upon which Daughtry was instructed to chalk up his needs and requests in letters of such size that they could be read from a distance。 And on this board； for many days； he wrote； not demands for beer； although the six… quart daily custom had been broken sharply off； but demands like：
WHERE IS MY DOG？ HE IS AN IRISH TERRIER。 HE IS ROUGH…COATED。 HIS NAME IS KILLENY BOY。 I WANT MY DOG。 I WANT TO TALK TO DOC。 EMORY。 TELL DOC。 EMORY TO WRITE TO ME ABOUT MY DOG。
One day； Dag Daughtry wrote：
IF I DON'T GET MY DOG I WILL KILL DOC。 EMORY。
Whereupon the newspapers informed the public that the sad case of the two lepers at the pest…house had become tragic； because the white one had gone insane。 Public…spirited citizens wrote to the papers； declaiming against the maintenance of such a danger to the community； and demanding that the United States government build a national leprosarium on some remote island or isolated mountain peak。 But this tiny ripple of interest faded out in seventy…two hours； and the reporter…cubs proceeded variously to interest the public in the Alaskan husky dog that was half a bear； in the question whether or not Crispi Angelotti was guilty of having cut the carcass of Giuseppe Bartholdi into small portions and thrown it into the bay in a grain…sack off Fisherman's Wharf； and in the overt designs of Japan upon Hawaii； the Philippines； and the Pacific Coast of North America。
And； outside of imprisonment； nothing happened of interest to Dag Daughtry and Kwaque at the pest…house until one night in the late fall。 A gale was not merely brewing。 It was coming on to blow。 Because； in a basket of fruit； stated to have been sent by the young ladies of Miss Foote's Seminary； Daughtry had read a note artfully concealed in the heart of an apple； telling him on the forthcoming Friday night to keep a light burning in his window。 Daughtry received a visitor at five in the morning。
It was Charles Stough Greenleaf； the Ancient Mariner himself。 Having wallowed for two hours through the deep sand of the eucalyptus forest； he fell exhausted against the penthouse door。 When Daughtry opened it； the ancient one blew in upon him along with a gusty wet splatter of the freshening gale。 Daughtry caught him first and supported him toward a chair。 But； remembering his own affliction； he released the old man so abruptly as to drop him violently into the chair。
〃My word； sir；〃 said Daughtry。 〃You must 'a' ben havin' a time of it。Here； you fella Kwaque； this fella wringin' wet。 You fella take 'm off shoe stop along him。〃
But before Kwaque； immediately kneeling； could touch hand to the shoelaces； Daughtry； remembering that Kwaque was likewise unclean； had thrust him away。
〃My word； I don't know what to do；〃 Daughtry murmured； staring about helplessly as he realised that it was a leper…house； that the very chair in which the old man sat was a leper…chair； that the very floor on which his exhausted feet rested was a leper… floor。
〃I'm glad to see you； most exceeding glad；〃 the Ancient Mariner panted； extending his hand in greeting。
Dag Daughtry avoided it。
〃How goes the treasure…hunting？〃 he queried lightly。 〃Any prospects in sight？〃
The Ancient Mariner nodded； and with returning breath； at first whispering； gasped out：
〃We're all cleared to sail on the first of the ebb at seven this morning。 She's out in the stream now； a tidy bit of a schooner； the Bethlehem； with good lines and hull and large cabin accommodations。 She used to be in the Tahiti trade； before the steamers ran her out。 Provisions are good。 Everything is most excellent。 I saw to that。 I cannot say I like the captain。 I've seen his type before。 A splendid seaman； I am certain； but a Bully Hayes grown old。 A natural born pirate； a very wicked old man indeed。 Nor is the backer any better。 He is middle…aged； has a bad record； and is not in any sense of the word a gentleman； but he has plenty of moneymade it first in California oil； then grub…staked a prospector in British Columbia； cheated him out of his share of the big lode he discovered and doubled his own wealth half a dozen times over。 A very undesirable； unlikeable sort of a man。 But he believes in luck； and is confident that he'll make at least fifty millions out of our adventure and cheat me out of my share。 He's as much a pirate as is the captain he's engaged。〃
〃Mr。 Greenleaf； I congratulate you； sir；〃 Daughtry said。 〃And you have touched me；