Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
He passed on; and, catching a glimpse of the castaway as he was borne
down the companion-way, Bob noticed that he had but one ear. In a few
minutes the passengers had resumed the occupations and amusements which
the incident had interrupted. The curiosity of the most of them finally
evaporated when it became known that the figure saved from the sea was
nothing more romantic than the body of a Chinaman. Bob Fawcett was not
a sufficiently hardened traveller to take the matter so lightly. But
learning on enquiry that the doctor had little hope of the man’s
recovery, and that in any case his resuscitation would take some time,
he went back to his companions, and found that they had been joined by
another passenger—a stranger to him. The new-comer was a stout,
brown-bearded, spectacled man, with cheeks puffy and sallow. He leant
heavily on a stick, and every now and then rammed his soft wide-awake
down upon his head, evidently in apprehension of its being swept away by
the breeze.
"Feel better?" Bob heard Morton say as he approached.
"Ach ja!" was the reply. "I do feel better, zairtainly, but not vell,
not vell by no means."
"You’ll be all right soon. Fawcett, let me introduce you to Herr
Schwab; don’t think you’ve met. He came on at Shanghai, and—well,
hasn’t been visible since. My friend Mr. Fawcett—Herr Schwab."
"Glad to meet you, sir," said Bob, lifting his cap. The German was a
second or two behind in the salutation, not from lack of native
courtesy, but because his hand had to skirt the limp brim of his
wide-awake and come perpendicularly on to the crown, which he raised
between finger and thumb.
"Most delighted," he said with guttural urbanity. "I lose much zrough
my so unlucky disbosition to sea-illness; it keep me downstair all ze
time since ve leave Shanghai. Ze loss of food, zat is nozink; it is ze
gombany. Vy, I regollect, ven first I voyage to Zanzibar it lose me vun
big order for bianofortes. At Massowa zere come on board a Somali sheik
vat vas fery musical. I vas below—fery ill. Vat could I? Ze sheik, he
buy concertina from ze rebresentative of concertina house. Now ze
Somali, zey all blay concertina; zey might haf blayed biano!"
"And are you in pianos now, sir?" asked Bob, smiling.
"Vell, yes, but primarily I am in literature. I haf ze honour to
rebresent ze _Düsseldörfer Tageblatt_, a journal of fery vide
circulation in Werden, Kettwig, Mülheim, Odenkolin,
Grevenbroich—zobsgribtion, twenty-zree mark fifty, payableinadvance."
He handed Bob a card with these particulars duly set forth, and paused
as if for a reply.
"Unfortunately," said Bob with a smile, "my screw is payable in arrears;
I’m afraid I shall have to wait a little."
"You say screw!" responded Herr Schwab instantly. "I haf also ze honour
to rebresent ze solid house of Schlagintwert: ve can ship you best
assorted screw f.o.b. Hamburg at truly staggering price."
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