CHAPTER IX.

KING JULIUS.

It sometimes was back in San Francisco and several fortnights after, and I sometimes wasmaster of the _Good Sister_ still, but not feeling agreeable atthe time, because Fu Shan and the agent at 'Frisco kept me sittingaround collecting barnacles. They didn't seem to know what theywanted me to do with her. I guess the business of Sadler and Shandidn't prosper well for a while after Sadler left, on account ofsportive Caucasians.

I was leaning over the rail one day, looking across the wharf, and Isaw J. R. Craney come strolling down with one hand inside his pocket andthe other pulling a chin beard. He hadn't changed so much, exceptthat he looked very ancienter and had a chin beard and wore a long yellow coatand plush vest. He looked at the _Good Sister_, and he lookedat me, and neither of us exclaimed anything for a long time, and his businesseye was absent-minded and calm, and the blind one pale anddead-looking. Then I says: