's engaged。〃
〃Mr。 Greenleaf； I congratulate you； sir；〃 Daughtry said。 〃And you have touched me； sir； touched me to the heart； coming all the way out here on such a night； and running such risks； just to say good…bye to poor Dag Daughtry； who always meant somewhat well but had bad luck。〃
But while he talked so heartily； Daughtry saw； in a resplendent visioning； all the freedom of a schooner in the great South Seas； and felt his heart sink in realisation that remained for him only the pest…house； the sand…dunes； and the sad eucalyptus trees。
The Ancient Mariner sat stiffly upright。
〃Sir； you have hurt me。 You have hurt me to the heart。〃
〃No offence； sir； no offence；〃 Daughtry stammered in apology； although he wondered in what way he could have hurt the old gentleman's feelings。
〃You are my friend； sir；〃 the other went on； gravely censorious。 〃I am your friend； sir。 And you give me to understand that you think I have come out here to this hell…hole to say good…bye。 I came out here to get you； sir； and your nigger； sir。 The schooner is waiting for you。 All is arranged。 You are signed on the articles before the shipping commissioner。 Both of you。 Signed on yesterday by proxies I arranged for myself。 One was a Barbadoes nigger。 I got him and the white man out of a sailors' boarding…house on Commercial Street and paid them five dollars each to appear before the Commissioner and sign on。〃
〃But； my God； Mr。 Greenleaf； you don't seem to grasp it that he and I are lepers。〃
Almost with a galvanic spring； the Ancient Mariner was out of the chair and on his feet； the anger of age and of a generous soul in his face as he cried：
〃My God； sir； what you don't seem to grasp is that you are my friend； and that I am your friend。〃
Abruptly； still under the pressure of his wrath； he thrust out his hand。
〃Steward； Daughtry。 Mr。 Daughtry； friend； sir； or whatever I may name you； this is no fairy…story of the open boat； the cross… bearings unnamable； and the treasure a fathom under the sand。 This is real。 I have a heart。 That； sir〃here he waved his extended hand under Daughtry's nose〃is my hand。 There is only one thing you may do； must do； right now。 You must take that hand in your hand； and shake it； with your heart in your hand as mine is in my hand。〃
〃But 。 。 。 but。 。 。 〃 Daughtry faltered。
〃If you don't； then I shall not depart from this place。 I shall remain here； die here。 I know you are a leper。 You can't tell me anything about that。 There's my hand。 Are you going to take it？ My heart is there in the palm of it； in the pulse in every finger… end of it。 If you don't take it； I warn you I'll sit right down here in this chair and die。 I want you to understand I am a man； sir； a gentleman。 I am a friend； a comrade。 I am no poltroon of the flesh。 I live in my heart and in my head； sirnot in this feeble carcass I cursorily inhabit。 Take that hand。 I want to talk with you afterward。〃
Dag Daughtry extended his hand hesitantly； but the Ancient Mariner seized it and pressed it so fiercely with his age…lean fingers as to hurt。
〃Now we can talk；〃 he said。 〃I have thought the whole matter over。 We sail on the Bethlehem。 When the wicked man discovers that he can never get a penny of my fabulous treasure； we will leave him。 He will be glad to be quit of us。 We； you and I and your nigger； will go ashore in the Marquesas。 Lepers roam about free there。 There are no regulations。 I have seen them。 We will be free。 The land is a paradise。 And you and I will set up housekeeping。 A thatched hutno more is needed。 The work is trifling。 The freedom of beach and sea and mountain will be ours。 For you there will be sailing； swimming； fishing； hunting。 There are mountain goats； wild chickens and wild cattle。 Bananas and plantains will ripen over our headsavocados and custard apples； also。 The red peppers grow by the door； and there will be fowls； and the eggs of fowls。 Kwaque shall do the cooking。 And there will be beer。 I have long noted your thirst unquenchable。 There will be beer； six quarts of it a day； and more； more。
〃Quick。 We must start now。 I am sorry to tell you that I have vainly sought your dog。 I have even paid detectives who were robbers。 Doctor Emory stole Killeny Boy from you； but within a dozen hours he was stolen from Doctor Emory。 I have left no stone unturned。 Killeny Boy is gone； as we shall be gone from this detestable hole of a city。
〃I have a machine waiting。 The driver is paid well。 Also； I have promised to kill him if he defaults on me。 It bears just a bit north of east over the sandhill on the road that runs along the other side of the funny forest 。 。 。 That is right。 We will start now。 We can discuss afterward。 Look！ Daylight is beginning to break。 The guards must not see us 。 。 。 〃
Out into the storm they passed； Kwaque； with a heart wild with gladness； bringing up the rear。 At the beginning Daughtry strove to walk aloof； but in a trice； in the first heavy gust that threatened to whisk the frail old man away； Dag Daughtry's hand was grasping the other's arm； his own weight behind and under； supporting and impelling forward and up the hill through the heavy sand。
〃Thank you； steward； thank you； my friend；〃 the Ancient Mariner murmured in the first lull between the gusts。
CHAPTER XXII
Not altogether unwillingly； in the darkness of night； despite that he disliked the man； did Michael go with Harry Del Mar。 Like a burglar the man came； with infinite caution of silence； to the outhouse in Doctor Emory's back yard where Michael was a prisoner。 Del Mar knew the theatre too well to venture any hackneyed melodramatic effect such as an electric torch。 He felt his way in the darkness to the door of the outhouse； unlatched it； and entered softly； feeling with his hands for the wire…haired coat。
And Michael； a man…dog and a lion…dog in all the stuff of him； bristled at the instant of intrusion； but made no outcry。 Instead； he smelled out the intruder and recognised him。 Disliking the man； nevertheless he permitted the tying of the rope around his neck and silently followed him out to the sidewalk； down to the corner； and into the waiting taxi。
His reasoningunless reason be denied himwas simple。 This man he had met； more than once； in the company of Steward。 Amity had existed between him and Steward； for they had sat at table； and drunk together。 Steward was lost。 Michael knew not where to find him； and was himself a prisoner in the back yard of a strange place。 What had once happened； could again happen。 It had happened that Steward； Del Mar； and Michael had sat at table together on divers occasions。 It was probable that such a combination would happen again； was going to happen now； and； once more； in the bright…lighted cabaret； he would sit on a chair； Del Mar on one side； and on the other side beloved Steward with a glass of beer before himall of which might be called 〃leaping to a conclusion〃； for conclusion there was； and upon the conclusion Michael acted。
Now Michael could not reason to this conclusion nor think to this conclusion； in words。 〃Amity；〃 as an instance； was no word in his consciousness。 Whether or not he thought to the conclusion in swift…related images and pictures and swift…welded composites of images and pictures； is a problem that still waits human solution。 The point is： HE DID THINK。 If this be denied him； then must he have acted wholly by instinctwhich would seem more marvellous on the face of it than if； in dim ways； he had performed a vague thought…process。
However； into the taxi and away through the maze of San Francisco's streets； Michael lay alertly on the floor near Del Mar's feet； making no overtures of friendliness； by the same token making no demonstration of the repulsion of the man's personality engendered in him。 For Harry Del Mar； who was base； and who had been further abased by his money…making desire for the possession of Michael； had had his baseness sensed by Michael from the beginning。 That first meeting in the Barbary Coast cabaret； Michael had bristled at him； and stiffened belligerently； when he laid his hand on Michael's head。 Nor had Michael thought about the man at all； much less attempted any analysis of him。 Something had been wrong with that handthe perfunctory way in which it had touched him under a show of heartiness that could well deceive the onlooker。 The FEEL of it had not been right。 There had been no warmth in it； no heart； no communication of genuine good approach from the brain and the soul of the man of which it was the telegraphic tentacle and transmitter。 In short； the message or feel had not been a good message or feel； and Michael had bristled and stiffened without thinking； but by mere KNOWING； which is what men call 〃intuition。〃
Electric lights； a shed…covered wharf； mountains of luggage and freight； the noisy toil of 'longshoremen and sailors； the staccato snorts of donkey engines and the whining sheaves as running lines ran through the blocks； a crowd of white…coated stewards carrying hand…baggage； the quartermaster at the gangway foot； the gangway sloping steeply up to the Umatilla's promenade deck； more quartermasters and gold…laced ship's officers at the head of the gangway； and more crowd and confusion blocking the narrow deck thus Michael knew； beyond all peradventure； that he had come back to the sea and its ships； where he had first met Steward； where he had been always with Steward； save for the recent nightmare period in the great city。 Nor was there absent from the flashing visions of his consciousness the images and memories of Kwaque and Cocky。 Whining eagerly； he strained at the leash； risking his tender toes among the many inconsiderate； restless； leather…shod feet of the humans； as he quested and scented for Cocky and Kwaque； and； most of all； for Steward。
Michael accepted his disappointment in not immediately meeting them； for from the dawn of consciousness； the limitations and restrictions of dogs in relation to humans had been hammered into him in the form of concepts of patience。 The patience of waiting； when he wanted to go home and when Steward continued to sit at table and talk and drink beer； was his； as was t