That's Kipping. Furthermore, he never signed
a ship's articles unless he thought there was considerable money in it
somewhere. I tell you, Captain Hamlin, he's an angry, disappointed man at
this very minute. If you want to know what I think, he's out somewhere on
those seas yonder--_just_--_waiting_. We've not seen the last of Kipping."
Roger got up, and walking over to the chest of ammunition, thoughtfully
regarded it.
"No, sir!" Mr. Cledd reiterated, "if Kipping's Kipping, we've not seen the
last of him."
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VII
OLD SCORES AND NEW AND A DOUBTFUL WELCOME
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CHAPTER XXVIII
A MYSTERY IS SOLVED, AND A THIEF GETS AWAY
Innumerable sampans were plying up and down the river, some with masts and
some without, and great junks with carved sterns lay side by side so
closely that their sails formed a patchwork as many-colored as Joseph's
coat. There were West River small craft with arched deck-houses, which had
beaten their way precariously far up and down the coast; tall, narrow sails
from the north, and web-peaked sails on curved yards from the south; Hainan
and Kwangtung trawlers working upstream with staysails set, and a few
storm-tossed craft with great holes gaping between their battens.
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