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Deighton, speaking reproachfully, yet secretly pleased at Blount's departure, "no man need feel ashamed at meeting his countrymen on account of the poverty of his attire; I am sure that the sight of an English gentleman is a very welcome one to me and Mrs. Deighton." "Wal," said Burrowes with easy but not offensive familiarity, "I guess, parson, thet you and Mrs.
I don't want to be bothered with people of that sort glorified London drapers, who ask 'Have you ah got good shooting heah?" Then turning on his heel, he raised his hat to Mrs. Deighton, nodded to the other white men, and sauntered along the beach to his house.
Deighton, his wife, and their native converts, and the mission ship's presence in the harbour was taken no notice of by the three white traders; for a missionary ship is not always regarded by the average trader in the South Seas as a welcome visitor.
Deighton gasped and tottered as they hurried her along; she was already exhausted. Then Deighton stopped. "Mr. Blount... go on by yourself. We have not your strength to run at this speed. I will help my wife along in a minute or two. Some of the mission people will surely come to our aid." "Will they?" said Blount grimly. "Look for yourself and see; there's not a soul in the whole village.
It was a sight to touch any heart less hard than those of the three villains who now witnessed it, to see those two innocent boys sleeping peacefully in each other's arms, dreaming perhaps of liberty, and forgetting the sorrow which had left its traces even yet on their closed eyes. But to Tyrrel and his two assassins, Forest and Deighton, the spectacle suggested neither pity nor remorse.
Deighton into Taya's arms and looked back. "My God! he's going up to Burrowes' house! Come, Banderah," and he started back again, "he'll be speared or shot before he gets there." Just as the missionary reached the door and began in feeble, exhausted tones to call out, Blount and the chief caught up to him, and seizing his hands dragged him away again down the hill.
Deighton hed better form yourselves inter a committee of welcome, and tell them so; I ain't much in the polite speechifying line myself, neither is 'Schneider' here," nodding at the German, "and you can sling in somethin' ornymental 'bout me bein' the representative of the United States a gentleman a-recrootin' of his health in the South Sea Islands doorin' a perlitercal crisis in Washington."
Deighton, her pale face flushing with gentle excitement at the prospect of meeting Europeans, quickly retired to her room, and making a rapid toilette, rejoined her husband, who, white umbrella in hand, awaited her at the gate. "Good morning, gentlemen," said the reverend gentleman, a few minutes later, as, accompanied by Mrs. Deighton, he joined the three white traders, "what vessel is it?
As if quite satisfied with this dumb promise, the American returned to the group he had just left, and then the moment the missionary, Mrs. Deighton, and De Vere had gone, he and the German started off together. The moment they entered the American's house, Burrowes sat down on the table and the German on a gin case.
Deighton between them they gained the house, and sat the missionary down beside his wife, who with a cry of thankfulness threw her arms about his neck and then quietly fainted. For nearly half an hour Blount, with Banderah and the missionary by his side, looked out through the windows and saw the natives plundering and wrecking the mission house and the dwellings of Schwartzkoff and Burrowes.
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