This is a most extraordinary form of robbery, I never have heard of

anything like it. It's interesting."

Yes, and so are the artists. They are perfectly honest men, and

sincere. And the old sailor-man is full of sound religion, and is as

devoted a student of the Bible and misquoter of it as you can find

anywhere. I don't know a better man or kinder hearted old soul than

Saltmarsh, although he does swear a little, sometimes."

"He seems to be perfect. I want to know him, Barrow."

You'll have the chance. I guess I hear them coming, now. We'll draw

them out on their art, if you like."

The artists arrived and shook hands with great heartiness. The German

was forty and a little fleshy, with a shiny bald head and a kindly face

and deferential manner. Capt. Saltmarsh was sixty, tall, erect,

powerfully built, with coal-black hair and whiskers, and he had a well

tanned complexion, and a gait and countenance that were full of command,

confidence and decision. His horny hands and wrists were covered with

tattoo-marks, and when his lips parted, his teeth showed up white and

blemishless. His voice was the effortless deep bass of a church organ,

and would disturb the tranquility of a gas flame fifty yards away.

They're wonderful pictures," said Barrow. "We've been examining them."

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