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turn a blind eye on
their doings while they turn a blind eye on ours.  Have you
ever had a watch, Priest?"
    "No," I replied, "I have owned very little in my life.  I
know the time by the position of the sun and the shadows."
    "You must have a watch, Priest!"  Boris speeded up the
car and shortly we drew alongside a freighter moored to
the dock side.  The ship was streaked with red rust and
sparkling with dried salt spray.  The journey round the
Golden Horn had been a hard and rough one.  Cranes were
swinging their long jibs, unloading the produce from differ-
ent parts of the world.  Men were shouting, gesticulating,
manipulating cargo nets, and pulling on hawsers.  Boris
jumped out, dragging me with him, and rushed madly up
the gangplank, still with me in tow.
    "We want watches, Cap'n," he bawled at the first man in
uniform.  "Watches, for the arm."
    A man with a more ornate uniform than the others ap-
peared and motioned us to his cabin.  "Watches, Cap'n,"
bawled Boris.  "One for him and two for me.  You want
to come ashore, Cap'n?  Good time ashore.  Do what
you like.  Girls, get drunk, we not interfere.  We want
watches."
    The captain smiled, and poured drinks.  Boris drank his
noisily, and I passed mine to him.  "He no drink, Cap'n, he
a Priest turned dog watcher, good dog watcher, too, good
fellow," said Boris.
    The captain went to a space beneath his bunk and drew
out a box.  Opening it, he displayed perhaps a dozen wrist
watches.  Almost quicker than the eye could see, Boris
picked two gold ones, and without bothering to wind them,
slipped one on each arm.
    "Take a watch, Priest," commanded Boris.
    I reached out