The Ebb-Tide


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pulses and a perfect vacancy of mind, the coming of the stranger who  
might mean so much to them. They had no plan, no story prepared; there  
was no time to make one; they were caught red-handed and must stand  
their chance. Yet this anxiety was chequered with hope. The island being  
undeclared, it was not possible the man could hold any office or be in a  
position to demand their papers. And beyond that, if there was any truth  
in Findlay, as it now seemed there should be, he was the representative  
of the 'private reasons,' he must see their coming with a profound  
disappointment; and perhaps (hope whispered) he would be willing and  
able to purchase their silence.  
The boat was by that time forging alongside, and they were able at last  
to see what manner of man they had to do with. He was a huge fellow,  
six feet four in height, and of a build proportionately strong, but  
his sinews seemed to be dissolved in a listlessness that was more than  
languor. It was only the eye that corrected this impression; an eye  
of an unusual mingled brilliancy and softness, sombre as coal and  
with lights that outshone the topaz; an eye of unimpaired health and  
virility; an eye that bid you beware of the man's devastating anger.  
A complexion, naturally dark, had been tanned in the island to a hue  
hardly distinguishable from that of a Tahitian; only his manners and  
movements, and the living force that dwelt in him, like fire in flint,  
betrayed the European. He was dressed in white drill, exquisitely made;  
his scarf and tie were of tender-coloured silks; on the thwart beside  
him there leaned a Winchester rifle.  
'Is the doctor on board?' he cried as he came up. 'Dr Symonds, I mean?  
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