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"By jove! I have got a crocodile after all!" cried Harry, jumping back, as a hideous thing four feet long, and having the same number of legs, and a tail, seemed making towards him. The reis, laughing in a manner most contrary to our notions of the staid impassive Arab, began hammering the creature with a stick, until it lay quiet enough. "What is it?" asked the captor, approaching cautiously.
Victor Durnovo sent captor and prisoner to the front of the column, with a message to Oscard that he would come presently and see what information was to be abstracted from the captive. At the midday halt Durnovo accordingly joined Oscard, and the man was brought before them. He was hardly worthy of the name, so disease-stricken, so miserable and half-starved was he.
"If you have any weapons give them to me," the other said, gruffly, paying no attention to the question. "All right," Tommy said, handing out a revolver. "It is a heavy thing to carry, anyway. Where are you going to take me?" "Straight ahead," cried the captor, with a frown. "Straight ahead. I'll tell you when to turn and when to stop."
Only once did Brower venture a turn of the head: just once, when he was in deep shadow and he knew that the other was in moonlight, he looked backward. His captor was Burton Duff, the jailer, as white as death and bearing upon his brow the livid mark of the iron bar. Orrin Brower had no further curiosity.
One who had had less experience of the iron nature of man, would have endeavored, in Edward Hallett's circumstances, to move his captor by entreaties to leave him to his dearly prized freedom; but he had long believed, with the poet, "There is no pulse in man's obdurate heart It does not feel for man;"
"'Ow much have yer got, eh?" said my captor, giving me a shake, which was the signal for the boy to kick at me again with all his might. "Gahn, will yer," cried the man, "or I'll wrap that rope's end round yer."
A watery light before the moon's rising slanted downwards from the hilltop along the opposite bank. We stood in utter silence. "If you stir a hair," my captor said coolly, "I'll squeeze the blood out of your throat, like a rotten orange." He had the calmness of one dealing with an everyday incident; yet the incident was it should have been tremendous.
Glad to get rid of the bally thing. Look like a fool walking about with an empty shooting-iron in my hand." At that moment we came into the presence, and he became unflinchingly grave and complimentary with his late captor. Oh! magnificent! I want to laugh when I think of it. But I was impressed, too. Even where he would be most hated he was still trusted.
He listened to the mules galloping, till the sounds had died into the distance, but he saw now that his captor had heard too, and that the pursuit would be desperate. A half-hour later it began, with MacFee at the head and a dozen troopers pounding behind, weary, hungry, bad-tempered, ready to exact payment for their hardships and discouragement.
M. de Thémines bowed low, and kissed the hand of the King. "And I," smiled Marie de Medicis, "present you with a hundred thousand crowns. Your elder son the Marquis de Thémines is henceforth captain of my bodyguard, and your younger the Baron de Lauzière equerry of Monsieur." Again the captor of M. de Condé bent low and uttered his acknowledgments. Low murmurs were heard among the nobles.
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