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Book Excerpt: e poop. Together we moved right aft, barefooted, silent."What is it?" I asked in a deadened voice, taking the lighted lamp out of the binnacle, and raising it to his face."An ugly business."He had rather regular features; a good mouth; light eyes under somewhat heavy, dark eyebrows; a smooth, square forehead; no growth on his cheeks; a small, brown mustache, and a well-shaped, round chin. His expression was concentrated, meditative, under the inspecting light of the lamp I held up to his face; such as a man thinking hard in solitude might wear. My sleeping suit was just right for his size. A well-knit young fellow of twenty-five at most. He caught his lower lip with the edge of white, even teeth."Yes," I said, replacing the lamp in the binnacle. The warm, heavy tropical night closed upon his head again."There's a ship over there," he murmured."Yes, I know. The Sephora. Did you know of us?""Hadn't the slightest idea. I am the mate of her--" He paused andRead More
