suggesting a gorilla-like vitality in the curious man. Done let himself
down to the roadway again. One could not fight with so miserable a
cripple.

'You drive like a madman, mister,' he said in a milder tone.

'Maybe yer off the ship just now?' said the ape like driver, quite
ignoring Done's grievance and his words. 'So bein', you can tell we if
there's a Mistress Macdougal aboard her.'

The man kept his eyes on his horses; his heels were firmly set on the
footboard. It. needed all the strength of his iron wrists to restrain the
beasts--tall, lean bays, with a certain piratical rakishness about them,
long-maned and long-tailed, effective weapons against the voracious flies
that swarmed over their rumps. Their powerful frames showed through
clean, healthy hides, and their blood in the proud carriage of their
heads and their hot impatience under restraint. A half-caste aboriginal
boy, dressed apparently in his master's old clothes--and the master's own
clothes were none too new--sprawled on the bottom of the vehicle, and
grinned at Done in a friendly way over the tailboard. Jim resented the
cripple's contempt for his wrongs, and ignored the question put to him.
He was taking up his belongings again, when Mrs. Macdougal herself
fluttered by.

'Why, Mack!' she cried.

The driver's eyes left his horses' ears for a moment, and rested on the
lady. They displayed no particular feeling.

'Hello, missus!' he said casually, adding, after a pause: 'Best jump up.