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The Third Tenant. 67 wreckers, for these old Biscayans are as fierce and greedy as when the Roman found them tough birds to pick. But . that is not here nor there—or rather,’ added he, with the equivocation second nature to his fellows, “they are not here.” “Go your way, then! Mark, you are not to inquire about me or my business at Salinas.”’ ‘From the moment I have been paid I trouble myself and my dealer no farther! You, too, have proved my best friend in these worst of times. It cost me heavily to travel ‘hither. You have paid my wayfare back! May you be blessed in your undertaking!” Then he said to himself: “It is undoubtedly a great dame. I may need her influence some day!” Still he sighed. His glimpse out of that crack had shown him a leaden sky, fog rising over the shore, and cold was on the blast. But this person who had bought the right to deal out the hospitality of the Petrel was one to let even her servants battle it out in the open; a dog she might allow in—a Jew, never! He bowed with the submissiveness of those long down-trodden, and crept out under the sail. The two lackeys had made their mules comfortable by tying them under a projecting ledge, where D’Artagnan’s horse had shown them the best corner. But they stood there, erect, drawing their short cloaks round them, propped on their staves, hardy as the Highlander watch- ing his sheep. They stood like sculptures. They paid no more heed to him than to the flecks of scum which, sliced off a rising breaker, were hurled over them, hissing spitefully. In the north the sky was dyed indigo, with a small, round, luminous spot, resembling a great brooch on this mantle. A seaman would call this a “storm eye.” Elizor shivered and tightened a rope belt around his one ample outer wrap. “Tf Pedro found a cave for the ruins of his inn stock, why may I not find one for my head ?” Yet the idea of scrambling among those pit holes be- tween rocks with jagged points, and coated with oysters having razorlike edges, made ‘him shiver again. He un- CORNICE OOOKS (CO)