"
Cleek laughed good-humouredly. The something theatrical in his make-up
was gratified by the admiration of his audience. He linked his arm
through the boy's.
"Birthright, Dollops, birthright!" he made answer, speaking in a
leisurely tone. "Every man has one, you know. There is the birthright
of princes--" he sighed. "Your birthright is a willing soul and an
unwavering loyalty. Mine? A mere play of feature that can transform me
from one man into another. A poor thing at best, Dollops, but.... Hello!
Lights ahead! What is it, my pocket guide-book?"
"'Pig and Whistle'," grunted Dollops in a husky voice, glad of an excuse
to hide his pleasure at Cleek's appreciation of his character.
"H'm. That's good. The fun commences. Don't forget your part, boy. We're
sailoring men back from a cruise to Jamaica and pretty near penniless.
Lost our jobs, and looking for others. Told there was a factory somewhere
in this part of the world that had to do with shipping, and have walked
down from London. Took six days, mind; don't forget that.
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