In the morning Craney took Kamelillo and went ashore. I saw the
natives gathered around him. They all went up the beach and
disappeared, and the boat came back with word from Craney that he and
Kamelillo were going inland and wouldn't be back before night. I
didn't think he ought to go off careless like that; but they came
back safely about seven o'clock, only Craney seemed to be thoughtful
and not talkative. He said there was a business opening there, and he
guessed he'd speculate; and he sat on deck in his red plush chair
till past twelve, smoking fat cigars and staring at the shore. The
next day he had up three or four cases from the hold. There was a
crowd waiting for him on the beach, and I saw him tying the boxes on
poles, and some of the barbarians shouldered the poles, and they all
went off in procession. I didn't ask him when he'd come back, and he
didn't come for near a week. Only every day there would be a native
come down and dance around in the shallow to attract attention, or
maybe swim out to the ship with a bit of paper in his mouth. And the
paper would read: "O. K. Business progressing. Yours, J. R." or; "I'm
permeating. Yours, Julius R.
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