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ith a suppressed groan. it was mid-afternoon, and he had completed his third round that day. he called the house-boy. "take um big fella look along jessie," he commanded. the boy carried the long telescope out on the veranda, and searched the sea. "one fella schooner long way little bit," he announced. "one fella jessie." the white man gave a little gasp of delight. "you make um jessie, five sticks tobacco along you," he said. there was silence for a time, during which he waited with eager impatience. "maybe jessie, maybe other fella schooner," came the faltering admission. the man wormed to the edge of the couch, and slipped off to the floor on his knees. by means of a chair he drew himself to his feet. still clinging to the chair, supporting most of his weight on it, he shoved it to the door and out upon the veranda. the sweat from the exertion streamed down his face and showed through the undershirt across his shoulders. he managed to get into the cha
At memory depth 20 hehe. Didn't actually read any of what I got it from...