No trace of beard or moustache marred his sleek jawline or the proudcurl of his full lips. He bowed and went up the pathinto the trees, to return minutes later leading Colonel Schreuder. Hal was not in the cave, but when Aboli gave a soft warbling bird-call,he stepped out from behind the hanging vines that screened theentrance, his cutlass in his hand. Waituntil you see it burn.
Hal thanked him, knowing that Welles was on a certain wager. He stood, forced to stoop by the low deck above his head, and movedsilently to the bulkhead. Sir Francis listened intently to what Hal was saying, and when his sonhad finished he stroked his chin reflectively. The heavens laugh! they whined.
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