Ralph Stock

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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Barter (1922)

The Moana was tearing through a jet-black sea, mountains high, before a hurricane, or so it seemed to Tritton. In reality, she was probably doing a lumbering eight knots before half a gale; but ignorance has an unpleasant knack of magnifying. It was only possible to think of the pearls now; Tritton was too occupied with the tiller to do anything else, and even that was difficult. Seas were coming aboard—cold, unpleasant seas that lashed the face and chilled to the marrow. Where was he going? He did not know, except that it must be away from Taneba.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Barter (1922)

Bellairs regarded him speculatively for a moment, and Tritton's eyes fell. He was physically incapable of sustaining a direct gaze, and he knew it, which always makes an affliction the harder to bear.
"A plain question deserves—a plain question," said Bellairs ponderously. "Do I look as if I had money?"
Tritton was on the point of turning away in disgust. There was no getting nearer to this fool of a man. But he remembered himself in time.
"You're mighty cheerful for any one who hasn't," he said, with a feeble attempt at banter.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Barter (1922)

But over all a mist now seemed to hover, a mist that slowly grew more opaque, obliterating all things except the pearls. They were all that had kept Tritton alive.
So the crew of a trading cutter found him, babbling quietly to himself in the fo'castle, with a chewed banana skin in one hand and something in the other that he thrust from sight at their approach.
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