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And Mother Borton says I was to come hot-foot for you, and tell you to come with your men if ye valued your sowl." "Is she in danger?" "I reckon the thought was heavy on her mind, for her face was white with the terror of it."
Outside the Jaffa Gate the Commander-in-Chief was received by Major-General Borton, who had been appointed Military Governor of the City, and a procession being formed, General Allenby passed between the iron gates to within the City walls.
My prudence suggested that I had better omit any mention of the warning from Dicky Nahl. "The same ones," said Mother Borton shortly, "only more of 'em." Then she eyed me grimly, crouching in her chair with the appearance of an evil bird of prey, and seemed to wait for me to speak. "What is the latest plot?" I asked gravely, as I fancied that my light manner grated on my strange guest.
But they thought I had told ye." "Then I have two reasons instead of one for holding to my task," I said solemnly. "I have two friends to avenge." "You'll make the third yourself," groaned Mother Borton, "unless they put a knife into Barkhouse, first, and then you'll be the fourth belike." "Barkhouse do you know where he is?" "He's in the Den on Davis Street, you know.
But they'll all be in trim for another fight in two or three weeks." "I suppose you'll be sorry to part with them." "They are a faithful set, but I've had enough excitement for a while." "And Mrs. Borton?" "Is to be buried to-morrow." "And you, Mr. Dudley?" This question struck me a little blank. I had really not thought of what I was going to do.
That's half an hour ago, an' here you are, an' here's your letter." I hesitated for a little before saying anything. It was with quick suspicion that I wondered why Mother Borton had secured again that gloomy and deserted house for the interview she was planning.
"Who did it?" "Black Dick curse his soul. And he's roasting in hell for it this minute," cried Mother Borton savagely. "Hush!" I said. "You mustn't excite yourself. Can't I get you a minister or a priest?" Mother Borton spat out another string of oaths. "Priest or minister! Not for me! Not one has passed my door in all the time I've lived, and he'll not do it to-night.
I shuddered as I stood beside him, and brought the lamp from the bracket in the hall. Mother Borton lay back staring affrightedly at the mystic beings who had come for her, but settled into peace as I closed her eyes and composed her limbs. "She was a rare old bird," said Corson when I had done, "but there was some good in her, after all."
There were perhaps a dozen doors to be seen, all closed, but all giving the discomforting suggestion that they had eyes to mark my coming. Mother Borton walked the passage cautiously and in silence, and I followed her example until she pushed open a door and was swallowed up in the blackness.
"Home in bed, poor child," said old Mr. Borton. "Well, doggone his ornery hide, why ain't he here to " began Anderson, but checked himself in time to prevent the crowd from seeing that he expected Bud to act as leader in the expedition. "I wanted him to jot down notes," he substituted. "Well, go ahead, then," said Anderson, pushing him forward.
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