In Search of an Unknown Race — page 227: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 213 ‘*We're not receiving visitors—be off with you!” he called in clear, curt tones, but with no signs of surprise or dismay at the sight of the two familiar faces in the boat. ‘‘A man’s vessel is his castle as much as his house, and he’s a perfec’ right to hinder anybody he don’t want from comin’ aboard!” added the irrepressible Mr. Smith. At a given signal, five or six men, among whom Van recognized two of the former crew, ranged themselves at the rail, each holding a handspike or heaver in his grasp. There was no help for it. Under the circumstances it would have been the height of folly to have attempted to board the schooner in the face of such odds. Just how far Captain Peterson might have been justified in attempting to take possession of his own vessel without proper legal authority is another delicate question, though one which did not for a moment enter either his own or Van’s calculations. Giving the word to pull back to the ship, Captain Peterson shook his fist in impotent wrath at grinning Mr. Smith, who, notwithstanding the peculiar situation of the schooner, seemed to take it very easy. So also did the pseudo captain, who doffed his cap with mock politeness as the boat was rowed back to the ship. ‘‘If the breeze springs up again they'll sneak off under cover of the darkness, and run down among the South Pacific islands,” said Captain Peterscn, who was in avery bad humor. In company with Van he paced the quarter, as the sun disappeared in a great cloud- bank of gorgeous coloring. Gomicbooksic