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Herrick returned to the figure-head. Half-way down the pier the clerk
was waiting, with Davis by his side.
'You are to come along, Huish,' said Herrick. 'He bids you look out, no
tricks.'
Huish walked briskly up the pier, and paused face to face with the young
man.
'W'ere is 'e?' said he, and to Herrick's surprise, the low-bred,
insignificant face before him flushed suddenly crimson and went white
again.
'Right forward,' said Herrick, pointing. 'Now your hands above your
head.'
The clerk turned away from him and towards the figure-head, as though he
were about to address to it his devotions; he was seen to heave a deep
breath; and raised his arms. In common with many men of his unhappy
physical endowments, Huish's hands were disproportionately long and
broad, and the palms in particular enormous; a four-ounce jar was
nothing in that capacious fist. The next moment he was plodding steadily
forward on his mission.
Herrick at first followed. Then a noise in his rear startled him, and he
turned about to find Davis already advanced as far as the figure-head.
He came, crouching and open-mouthed, as the mesmerised may follow the
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