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"And now we're alone and can talk," said he "What's
this thing about? It's been advertised like Barnum's
museum; that poster of yours has set the Front talking.
That's an objection in itself, for I'm laying a little
dark just now; and, anyway, before I take the ship, I
require to know what I'm going after."
Thereupon Pinkerton gave him the whole tale, beginning
with a business-like precision, and working himself up,
as he went on, to the boiling-point of narrative
enthusiasm. Nares sat and smoked, hat still on head,
and acknowledged each fresh feature of the story with a
frowning nod. But his pale blue eyes betrayed him, and
lighted visibly.
"Now you see for yourself," Pinkerton concluded;
"there's every last chance that Trent has skipped to
Honolulu, and it won't take much of that fifty thousand
dollars to charter a smart schooner down to Midway.
Here's where I want a man!" cried Jim, with contagious
energy. "That wreck's mine; I've paid for it, money
down; and if it's got to be fought for, I want to see
it fought for lively.


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