"I pursed up my mouth in a silent whistle. Will Turner in the _Speedwell_! Poor fellow, he must have lost another of his ill-starred vessels. Hard luck seemed to pursue him. One ship would be sold from under his command; several he had lost in deep water, by fire, storm or old age; another had sprung a leak in the Java Sea, to be condemned a little later when he had worked her into Batavia. A capable sailor and an honest man; yet life had afforded him nothing but a succession of hard blows and heavy falls. Death and sorrow, too; he had buried a wife and child, swept off by cholera, in the Bay of Bengal. A dozen years before, Turner and I had landed together in the China Sea, and were thrown much in each other’s company; I knew his heart, his history, some of his secrets, and liked him tremendously for the man he was. "Watching Lee Fu in silence, I thought again of the relationship between Will Turner and this extraordinary Chinaman. I won’t go into that story now, but there were overwhelming reasons why these two should think well of each other; why Lee Fu should respect and honour Captain Turner, and why Turner should consider Lee Fu his best friend. It had come about as the result of an incident of Turner’s early days in the East; an incident of a ship, a rascal and a doctored charter-party, that might have turned into an ugly business save for the conduct and perspicacity of the two chief victims. It had thrown them violently together; ever since, they had kept the bond close and hidden, as became men of reserve. Probably I was the only man in the world who knew how strong it was. "And now Turner had taken Wilbur’s ship. Strange how this new development seemed to impinge on Lee Fu’s fancy, how it brought the Wilbur case nearer home. The next moment, of course, the impression had passed; and I saw that, instead of marking another stroke of ill-luck for Turner, it might spell the beginning of good fortune. "’What happened to the old _Altair_?’ I asked. Turner had commanded a trading packet of that name three months before. "’She was bought by certain parties for a store-ship, and now lies moored on Kowloon-side’ answered Lee Fu ’I was about to make a proposal to Captain Turner, when this plan came forward’ he went on, as if excusing himself ’I did not know of it until he had actually accepted. I said everything in my power to dissuade him...’ "’What’s the trouble? Didn’t Wilbur do the right thing by him?’ I asked. "’Captain, you are perverse. The business arrangement is immaterial. It is unthinkable that our friend should command a ship for such a man. The jealous gods have not yet shown their hand’ "’Nonsense, Lee Fu!’ I exclaimed, finding myself irritated at the out-cropping of the old conceit ’Since the thing is done, hadn’t we better try to be practical in our attitude?’