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"Señor Cospatric," said he, when the last had been told, "it is directly contrary to the tenets of our creed to assist one individual much less two in piling up wealth beyond the due proportion. But it is also our fixed maxim to deal honourably with those who do the like by us.
"Why, that word Hereingefallen shows that the chap who looted this Talayot knew we were on the track; and as I haven't mentioned a word about the affair to any one except Haigh, it stands to reason you've split." "I assure you, Mr. Cospatric " "Oh, very likely you didn't do it on purpose.
"As I won't trust you an inch beyond my sight, heave that revolver down first, and then I won't touch you. If you stick to it, I know you'll try to make cold meat of me in the hopes I shan't be found down here." "But you might shoot me, Mr. Cospatric by accident, of course." "Make your dirty little soul comfortable on that score.
"Oh, go to the devil!" said I, beginning to get in a fury with him. "If you're on for bargaining, I'll give you my bill for five hundred at two months to clear out." "You can't expect it, Mr. Cospatric " "Of course I can't expect you to sell your chances for a mess of pottage; still less need you have thought me idiot enough to do such a thing.
"You don't know me, Monsieur Cospatric. We anarchists never give in. I shall not cease searching for this Recipe till I find it, or until I learn for certain that it has been destroyed. Buenas noches." "Good-night," said I, and went out into the moonlight. My little Frenchman had gone long ago, and so I strolled alone down the steep cobbled street, conning over many things.
Taltavull was sitting up amongst the scrubs, and was shaking a trembling fist at the boat and snarling out the word "iconoclast." "'Iconoclast' indeed. Faith, that's the pot libelling the kettle most unjustly. I say, Cospatric, just take that melodramatic old fool's gun away from him, and wring his neck if he won't behave himself. My dear Mrs. Cromwell, I must really apologize for our companion.
"Señor," exclaimed the anarchist, "how can you have the face to speak of trivialities at such a moment? Is it nothing to you what we have at stake?" "On the contrary, it is decidedly something. But I don't let that confounded Recipe worry me unduly, as you appear to do. Cospatric, give me a match there's a good fellow."
One concluded that she was a yacht, as she was flush-decked, and had a skylight instead of a cargo-hatch amidships; but her lines were a good deal of the dray-horse type, and as for smartness, she did not know the meaning of the word. I expect traces of this opinion showed in my face, for Cospatric saw fit to explain.
That will take you back to England, let me see via " "You scurvy little blackguard," said I, beginning to lose my temper, "aren't you afraid of being killed?" He got very red, and exclaimed pompously, "Don't you attempt bombast with me, Mr. Cospatric. I am as safe from your personal violence here as I should be at home."
Because if that's the case, I'd rather you'd quit for a while. I've got some business on hand here that I want to work out alone. So git, you mean little brute." "And I also have a trifling piece of research to make, for which I desire complete privacy. And this, Mr. Cospatric, is a point upon which I am prepared to insist."
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