Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-03

heavily. thickly against us. trailing
gray sheets of rain-laden clouds. 1t
made the light sampan bob to wind
ward and we had our work cut out to
keep her nose on steady course. Once
we passed a black old tub of a steel
freighter, wheeling up toward Hong
kong. But we avoided her.
Finally, we heard the shrill whistling
which heralded the coming of the Por-
tuguese boat. And a moment later she
drunken sailor.
We hailed her as loudly as we could.
The captain was walking the bridge,
and, hearing our cry, put a boat over
the side. Five minutes later we were
aboard.
The captain awaited us at the top OF
the ladder. He was a small, thin, gray
man. neglected and unpicturesque.
He was in decidedly ungracious
mood.
"Damn" he shrieked at US, in high
pitched, broken English. as soon as he
caught sight of U.S. What you mean
by holding up my ship and spelling my
run? Answer me that, you-you-"
'Silence"'
Mascasenhas was speaking. I turned
and it did my heart good to look at
him. He had drawn himself up to his
full, slim height, and he was speaking
in soft, purring Portuguese.
Look here: captain-eh-what name
did you Say?''
The captain sputtered again.
"Aroyo. That's my. name. though it's
none of your cursed business"
Mascasenhas looked him up and down
with a contemptuous sneer.
Arroyo? Is that your name? Oh, yes;
| remember. l know the name. You
from Goa" Suddenly his voice was
steelly sharp. Il am Mascasenhas"
peculiar change came over the cap
tain's rage-contorted features as he heard
the name. Suddenly he bowed.
Pardon, pardon, gentlemen. Be pleased
to follow me. gentlemen, and forgive the
rash tongue of an old man"
He led the way to his private cabin,
placed chairs for us and offered excellent
black cigars.
please. gentlemen, please"
Mascasenhas lighted a cigar and in
hailed the smoke luxuriously. He pro-
ceeded to explain our wishes.
i am the son of Leopold Aloysius Mas
casenhas, the Governor of Gea. Remem-
Der that. Also remember that the Aroyos
have property in Goa, and that my father
adjusts and collects taxes. Is that under
stood? Good! l therefore ask you tc
stop your steamer about three miles be-
fore we reach the port of Macao. You
will send us ashore in a launch, very
quietly, without attracting the attention
of the authorities ashore
The captain shrugged his shoulders He
opened his dirty. brown fingers like sticks
of fan. in an apologetic manner. and
the futilty of the demand.
Il cannot do it. my dear sir; 1 cannot
1t is against the law, against the port
regulations. There's the quarantine to be
considered. and the customs officials.
will be heavily fined if they discover what
/ have DONE"
Mascasenhas' voice cut in sharply:
Then don't let them discover. You will
do what you are told. you son OF an ille-
climate donkey! For. reniember-there
is my father, Leopold Aloysius Mascas-
enhas. He Is the Governor Of Goa. And
there are Arroyos in Goa-they own land
and houses-they pay taxes, eh?" Sud-
denly he shouted, at the top of his lungs
'Begone, He! Begone. and do as you
That. o He" did the trick. For the
captain bowed again and again. He
walked to the door. There he turned.
YES. yes; l shall attend to it."
turned to the Eurasian with a laugh
Bully well done; old fellow" ! ciapped
propose to do once we reach Macao"
1--WE have a chance, Mr.. Vandewater.
have cousins in Macao, my mothers kin
folk They will give us an asylum for a