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grandfather’s clock which proclaimed the hour between the masks of a
snow-leopard and a panther.
"He said he would be back at five," said he to his uncle. "I suppose
we’d better wait."
At that moment, one of the green baize doors swung open, and Captain
Crouch limped into the room. He was now dressed in what he deemed the
garb of civilization: that is to say, a navy blue pilot-coat, with brass
buttons, and a red tie that might have served to guide him in the fog.
They had the smoking-room to themselves.
"It’s all right," said Crouch, "I’ve fixed it up. Lewis and Sharp paid
over the money this afternoon, and I gave them a receipt."
"How much did they fetch?" asked Max.
"Three hundred and eighty thousand pounds."
Max whistled, but said nothing. For some minutes, the three explorers
sat gazing into the fire. Not another word was spoken until Frankfort
Williams burst into the room.
Williams had no sympathy with those who roamed the equatorial forests.
His own heart was set upon the ice-floes of the Arctic.
"Look here," he cried, "what’s this I hear about you fellows presenting
a million pounds to some Missionary Society?"
"Who told you that?" said Crouch.
"Why, I heard it just now from Du Cane."
"News travels quickly," said Crouch. "But, a million is rather an
exaggeration Three hundred and eighty thousand is the sum."
"And it all goes to a Missionary Society!"
"Yes," said Max, "you didn’t expect us to keep it, did you? It was
slave-trade money. We wouldn’t touch a penny of it. Why, it would burn
holes in our pockets."
"You see," said Edward, taking his pipe from his mouth, "a chap called
Mayhew--nice sort of fellow from what we saw of him--has gone up into
the very part of the country that we came from. He wants to civilize
the people; and after all, it’s only fair that they should have the
benefit of the money, for it was they who earned it."
Crouch got to his feet, and turned his back to the fire.
"See?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I see all right," said Williams, somewhat reluctantly,
however. "Of course, you couldn’t very well do anything else, in the
circumstances. But, it seems rather a shame, somehow--when I can’t
raise subscriptions for an expedition to the west coast of Baffin Land."
"Look here," said Crouch, "if you think we’re going to take money from
half-starved negroes, who have slept in chains and sweated under the
lash, and give it to you to climb some flaming iceberg, you’re in the
wrong, my friend; and it’s just as well for you to know it."
Frankfort Williams laughed. It was the custom in the "Explorers’" for
those who favoured the tropics to scorn the men who were endeavouring to
reach the poles; just as it was for the Arctic adventurers to wax
ironical on the subject of cannibals and mangrove swamps, poisoned
arrow-heads and manioc. Williams talked for some few minutes upon the
current topics of the day, and then left the club.
When he was gone, the three friends remained in their old positions
before the fire. Though not a word was said, the thoughts of each
drifted in the same direction. They saw the steaming mist upon a wide,
tropic river; they heard the hum of thousands of insects in their ears,
and the cries of the parrots overhead. They passed over, once again,
the route of their portage from Date Palm Island to Hippo Pool, and set
forth in fancy into the valley of the Hidden River.
At last, Crouch got from his chair and, walking to the window, looked
out into the street. The fog had lifted in a fine, drizzling rain.
Shadowy figures hurried past, each with umbrella in hand, whilst the
reflection from the lights of the club windows glistened on the
pavement. The shops had closed. The workers were hurrying home; and
the London that had no need to work was dressing up for dinner. Crouch
swung round upon his heel.
"I’m sick of this!" he cried.
"So am I," said Edward. "Where shall we go?"
Max got to his feet, and fetched down the map.
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