“So long as they hit the wooden joint I don’t care, but the solid flesh must be respected.”
“Sit down, Massa Mole, and hab a cup ob fine Mocha coffee. What you say, sah?”
“Coffee is good, if you put a stick in it. If I remember rightly, the Arabians first discovered the coffee bean—it——”
His further remarks were cut short by a shout from Jack, who had entered the long room.
“The Catamaran is rounding the corner of the bay,” he cried.
“Yes,” said Harry, who was close to him. “She is coming right enough.”
“The black flag is still flying.”
“It is a wonder that they have not embroidered a death’s head on it.”
“Oh, the Bedouins are not educated up to that yet.”
Mr. Mole became very warlike.