The red, cunning and good-natured face of the custom-house officer was making an effort to appear terrible; with the result that swollen and purple, with wrinkling eyebrows and bulging eyes, it only succeeded in being funny. "You've been warned before: don't you dare to come upon the wharf, or I'll break every rib in your body!" fiercely exclaimed the officer. "How do you do, Semenitch! I haven't seen you for a long time," quietly replied Tchelkache, extending his hand. "I could get along without ever seeing you! Go about your business!" However, Semenitch shook the hand that was extended to him. "You're just the one I want to see," pursued Tchelkache, without loosening the hold of his hooked fingers on Semenitch's hand, and shaking it familiarly. "Have you seen Michka?" "What Michka? I don't know any Michka! Get along with you, friend, or the inspector'll see you; he--" "The red-haired fellow who used to work with me on board the 'Kostroma,'" continued Tchelkache, unmoved. "Who stole with you would be nearer the truth! Your Michka has been sent to the hospital: his leg was crushed under a bar of iron. Go on, friend, take my advice or else I shall have to beat you." "Ah!--And you were saying: I don't know Michka! You see that you do know him. What's put you out, Semenitch?" "Enough, Grichka, say no more and off with you--" The officer was getting angry and, darting apprehensive glances on either side, tried to free his hand from the firm grasp of Tchelkache. The last named looked at him calmly from under his heavy eyebrows, while a slight smile curved his lips, and without releasing his hold of the officer's hand, continued talking. "Don't hurry me. When I'm through talking to you I'll go. Tell me how you're getting on. Are your wife and children well?" Accompanying his words with a terrible glance, and showing his teeth in a mocking grin, he added: "I'm always intending to make you a visit, but I never have the time: I'm always drunk--" "That'll do, that'll do, drop that--Stop joking, bony devil! If you don't, comrade, I--Or do you really intend to rob houses and streets?" "Why? There's enough here for both of us. My God, yes!--Semenitch! You've stolen two boxes of goods again?--Look out, Semenitch, be careful! Or you'll be caught one of these days!" Semenitch trembled with anger at the impudence of Tchelkache; he spat upon the ground in a vain effort to speak. Tchelkache let go his hand and turned back quietly and deliberately at the entrance to the wharf. The officer, swearing like a trooper, followed him. Tchelkache had recovered his spirits; he whistled softly between his teeth, and, thrusting his hands in his trousers' pockets, walked slowly, like a man who has nothing to do, throwing to the right and left scathing remarks and jests. He received replies in kind.