As we drove through Aden, a Somauli lad ran from the door of a house, and
handed up a letter to the driver of my trap. It bore my name, and was
handed over to me. I recognised the handwriting. It was that of Boyd
Madras. He had come ashore by Hungerford's aid in the night. The letter
simply gave an address in England that would always find him, and stated
that he intended to take another name.
CHAPTER IX
"THE PROGRESS OF THE SUNS"
News of the event had preceded us to the 'Fulvia', and, as we scrambled
out on the ship's stairs, cheers greeted us. Glancing up, I saw
Hungerford, among others, leaning over the side, and looking at Mrs.
Falchion in a curious cogitating fashion, not unusual to him. The look
was non-committal, yet earnest. If it was not approval, it was not
condemnation; but it might have been slightly ironical, and that annoyed
me. It seemed impossible for him--and it was so always, I believe--to get
out of his mind the thought of the man he had rescued on No Man's Sea. I
am sure it jarred upon him that the band foolishly played a welcome when
Mrs. Falchion stepped on the deck.
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