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FURTHER PARTICULARS.--Later in the afternoon the
occidental reporter found Lieutenant Sebright, first
officer of H.B.M.S. TEMPEST, at the Palace Hotel.
The gallant officer was somewhat pressed for time, but
confirmed the account given by Captain Trent in all
particulars. He added that the FLYING SCUD is in
an excellent berth, and, except in the highly
improbable event of a heavy N.W. gale, might last until
next winter.
"You will never know anything of literature," said I,
when Jim had finished. "That is a good, honest, plain
piece of work, and tells the story clearly. I see only
one mistake: the cook is not a Chinaman; he is a
Kanaka, and, I think, a Hawaiian."
"Why, how do you know that?" asked Jim.
"I saw the whole gang yesterday in a saloon," said I.
"I even heard the tale, or might have heard it, from
Captain Trent himself, who struck me as thirsty and
nervous."
"Well, that's neither here nor there," cried Pinkerton;
"the point is, how about these dollars lying on a
reef?"
"Will it pay?" I asked.
"Pay like a sugar trust!" exclaimed Pinkerton.


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