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e can； go after the thing we want whether we can get it or not。 Now I like your dog； I want him。 I want him a thousand dollars' worth。 See that big diamond on that woman's hand over there。 I guess she just liked it； and wanted it； and got it； never mind the price。 The price didn't mean as much to her as the diamond。 Now that dog of yours〃
〃Don't like you；〃 Dag Daughtry broke in。 〃Which is strange。 He likes most everybody without fussin' about it。 But he bristled at you from the first。 No man'd want a dog that don't like him。〃
〃Which isn't the question；〃 Del Mar stated quietly。 〃I like him。 As for him liking or not liking me； that's my look…out； and I guess I can attend to that all right。〃
It seemed to Daughtry that he glimpsed or sensed under the other's unfaltering cherubicness of expression a steelness of cruelty that was abysmal in that it was of controlled intelligence。 Not in such terms did Daughtry think his impression。 At the most； it was a feeling； and feelings do not require words in order to be experienced or comprehended。
〃There's an all…night bank；〃 the other went on。 〃We can stroll over； I'll cash a cheque； and in half an hour the cash will be in your hand。〃
Daughtry shook his head。
〃Even as a business proposition； nothing doing；〃 he said。 〃Look you。 Here's the dog earnin' twenty dollars a night。 Say he works twenty…five days in the month。 That's five hundred a month； or six thousand a year。 Now say that's five per cent。； because it's easier to count； it represents the interest on a capital value of one hundred an' twenty thousand…dollars。 Then we'll suppose expenses and salary for me is twenty thousand。 That leaves the dog worth a hundred thousand。 Just to be fair； cut it in halfa fifty…thousand dog。 And you're offerin' a thousand for him。〃
〃I suppose you think he'll last for ever； like so much land'；〃 Del Mar smiled quietly。
Daughtry saw the point instantly。
〃Give 'm five years of workthat's thirty thousand。 Give 'm one year of workit's six thousand。 An' you're offerin' me one thousand for six thousand。 That ain't no kind of businessfor me 。 。 。 an' him。 Besides； when he can't work any more； an' ain't worth a cent； he'll be worth just a plumb million to me； an' if anybody offered it； I'd raise the price。〃
CHAPTER XIX
〃I'll see you again；〃 Harry Del Mar told Daughtry； at the end of his fourth conversation on the matter of Michael's sale。
Wherein Harry Del Mar was mistaken。 He never saw Daughtry again； because Daughtry saw Doctor Emory first。
Kwaque's increasing restlessness at night； due to the swelling under his right arm…pit； had began to wake Daughtry up。 After several such experiences； he had investigated and decided that Kwaque was sufficiently sick to require a doctor。 For which reason； one morning at eleven； taking Kwaque along； he called at Walter Merritt Emory's office and waited his turn in the crowded reception…room。
〃I think he's got cancer； Doc。；〃 Daughtry said； while Kwaque was pulling off his shirt and undershirt。 〃He never squealed； you know； never peeped。 That's the way of niggers。 I didn't find our till he got to wakin' me up nights with his tossin' about an' groanin' in his sleep。There！ What'd you call it？ Cancer or tumourno two ways about it； eh？〃
But the quick eye of Walter Merritt Emory had not missed； in passing； the twisted fingers of Kwaque's left hand。 Not only was his eye quick； but it was a 〃leper eye。〃 A volunteer surgeon in the first days out in the Philippines； he had made a particular study of leprosy； and had observed so many lepers that infallibly； except in the incipient beginnings of the disease； he could pick out a leper at a glance。 From the twisted fingers； which was the anaesthetic form； produced by nerve…disintegration； to the corrugated lion forehead （again anaesthetic）； his eyes flashed to the swelling under the right arm…pit and his brain diagnosed it as the tubercular form。
Just as swiftly flashed through his brain two thoughts： the first； the axiom； WHENEVER AND WHEREVER YOU FIND A LEPER； LOOK FOR THE OTHER LEPER； the second； the desired Irish terrier； who was owned by Daughtry； with whom Kwaque had been long associated。 And here all swiftness of eye…flashing ceased on the part of Walter Merritt Emory。 He did not know how much； if anything； the steward knew about leprosy； and he did not care to arouse any suspicions。 Casually drawing his watch to see the time； he turned and addressed Daughtry。
〃I should say his blood is out of order。 He's run down。 He's not used to the recent life he's been living； nor to the food。 To make certain； I shall examine for cancer and tumour； although there's little chance of anything like that。〃
And as he talked； with just a waver for a moment； his gaze lifted above Daughtry's eyes to the area of forehead just above and between the eyes。 It was sufficient。 His 〃leper…eye〃 had seen the 〃lion〃 mark of the leper。
〃You're run down yourself；〃 he continued smoothly。 〃You're not up to snuff； I'll wager。 Eh？〃
〃Can't say that I am；〃 Daughtry agreed。 〃I guess I got to get back to the sea an' the tropics and warm the rheumatics outa me。〃
〃Where？〃 queried Doctor Emory； almost absently； so well did he feign it； as if apparently on the verge of returning to a closer examination； of Kwaque's swelling。
Daughtry extended his left hand； with a little wiggle of the little finger advertising the seat of the affliction。 Walter Merritt Emory saw； with seeming careless look out from under careless…drooping eyelids； the little finger slightly swollen； slightly twisted； with a smooth； almost shiny； silkiness of skin… texture。 Again； in the course of turning to look at Kwaque； his eyes rested an instant on the lion…lines of Daughtry's brow。
〃Rheumatism is still the great mystery；〃 Doctor Emory said； returning to Daughtry as if deflected by the thought。 〃It's almost individual； there are so many varieties of it。 Each man has a kind of his own。 Any numbness？〃
Daughtry laboriously wiggled his little finger。
〃Yes； sir；〃 he answered。 〃It ain't as lively as it used to was。〃
〃Ah；〃 Walter Merritt Emory murmured； with a vastitude of confidence and assurance。 〃Please sit down in that chair there。 Maybe I won't be able to cure you； but I promise you I can direct you to the best place to live for what's the matter with you。 Miss Judson！〃
And while the trained…nurse…apparelled young woman seated Dag Daughtry in the enamelled surgeon's chair and leaned him back under direction； and while Doctor Emory dipped his finger…tips into the strongest antiseptic his office possessed； behind Doctor Emory's eyes； in the midst of his brain； burned the image of a desired Irish terrier who did turns in sailor…town cabarets； was rough…coated； and answered to the full name of Killeny Boy。
〃You've got rheumatism in more places than your little finger；〃 he assured Daughtry。 〃There's a touch right here； I'll wager； on your forehead。 One moment； please。 Move if I hurt you； Otherwise sit still； because I don't intend to hurt you。 I merely want to see if my diagnosis is correct。There； that's it。 Move when you feel anything。 Rheumatism has strange freaks。Watch this； Miss Judson； and I'll wager this form of rheumatism is new to you。 See。 He does not resent。 He thinks I have not begun yet 。 。 。 〃
And as he talked； steadily； interestingly； he was doing what Dag Daughtry never dreamed he was doing； and what made Kwaque； looking on； almost dream he was seeing because of the unrealness and impossibleness of it。 For； with a large needle； Doctor Emory was probing the dark spot in the midst of the vertical lion…lines。 Nor did he merely probe the area。 Thrusting into it from one side； under the skin and parallel to it； he buried the length of the needle from sight through the insensate infiltration。 This Kwaque beheld with bulging eyes； for his master betrayed no sign that the thing was being done。
〃Why don't you begin？〃 Dag Daughtry questioned impatiently。 〃Besides； my rheumatism don't count。 It's the nigger…boy's swelling。〃
〃You need a course of treatment；〃 Doctor Emory assured him。 〃Rheumatism is a tough proposition。 It should never be let grow chroni