Cloete almost sorry he had come on board, because to be on that wreck keeps his chest in a tight band all the time.
In comes Cloete out of the room at the back with some papers in his hand.
But altogether Cloete feels more cheerful because he has shaken the ghost a bit into that Stafford.
Cloete became excited at the possibilities of that sort of business, in which he was an expert.
After some talk he agrees to take Cloete on board; supposed to be with an urgent message from the owners to the captain.
Cloete sticks his chin in his hand and bites all his fingers at once.
The coxswain stoops over Cloete and cries: Did you hear what the mate said, sir?
I doctored it—for the owners—tempted by a low rascal called Cloete.
Commissioner Cloete was sent later to annex the young Republic as a reward for having redeemed it for civilisation.
Seeing this, Cloete steps out and lands him another one somewhere about the jaw.