Her master was Captain Carreras, a tubby little man of forty-five, bald, modest, and known among the shipping as "a perfect lady."

The Carreras perfume, mingled with fresh tobacco, was never burdensome, and unlike any other.

As unlikely a man as you would find in the Pacific, or any other merchant-service, was this Carreras; a gentleman, if a very bashful one; a deeply-read and kindly man, although it was quite as difficult for him to extend a generous action, directly to be found out,and his mind was continually furnishing inclinations of this sort,as it was to express his thoughts.

The right woman would have adored Captain Carreras, and doubtless would have called forth from his breast a love of heroic dimension; but she would have been forced to do the winning; to speak and take the initiative in all but the giving of happiness.

To one of fine sensibilities, there was something about the person of Captain Carreras of softly glowing warmth, and rarely tender.

Moreover, on the Truxton, he had nothing to do with the forecastle galleythere was a Chinese for thatand Captain Carreras, fancying him from the beginning, had quartered him aft, where, except on days like this, when Mother Earth's pneumatic cushion seemed limp and flattened, there was a breeze to hammock in, and plenty of candles for night reading.

There were other and really wonderful books in Captain Carreras' chesta bashful welcome to his cabin, and such eager lending from the Captain himself!

There were few confidences between them, but a fine unspoken regard, pleasing and permanent like the Carreras perfume.

To these three, the tension of the Captain's embarrassment became insupportable, beyond four or five minutes; so that Carreras, a discriminating, though not a valiant trencherman, was always the last to leave the table.

Captain Carreras appeared on deck through the companion-way still farther aft and nodded to Bedient.

Carreras was his friendthe only other white man left.

It was all done in thirty seconds; Carreras was chucked into the stern-seat of the little boat, where he belonged.

Two men died; two fell into madness; Captain Carreras, Andrew Bedient and a Chinese made Hong Kong without fatal hurt.

Captain Carreras intended to stay for a while at his mother's house in Surrey, but realized he could not stand that long....

The first letter from Captain Carreras was a real experience for Bedient.

Captain Carreras, shut in a room with pen and white paper, loosed his pent soul in utterance.

At length Captain Carreras settled in Equatoria, a big island well out of travel-lines in the Caribbean.

Indeed, Carreras was probably the first to discover in Andrew Bedient a something different, which Bedient himself was yet far from realizing....

As the typhoon confirmed Carreras, this Luzon service brought to Bedient an important relationhis first real friendship with a boy of his own age.

Turning through a draped door, the astonished wanderer found completeness againeverything that makes a bath fragrant and refreshingeven to Carreras scent and a set of perfect English razors....

Captain Carreras finally turned his eyes into the morning:

"My old friend Captain Carreras had Room 50, from time to time for so many years, that I fell into it with his other properties.

Things to do were so many in New York, that numberless times each day he sent a prayer of thankfulness to Captain Carreras, always with a warm delight in the memory.

"So the New York office of the Carreras plantations is to be in Broderick Street," Cairns said thoughtfully.

The great viceroy left only one son, Bernard O'Higgins, who succeeded General Carreras in the supreme command of the patriot army against the Spaniards in 1813.