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"Mr. Chairman, I protest," began the little Cockney fiercely. "Pass him up," said the Captain sharply. With one single motion Macnamara's hand swept the little man out of his place into the aisle. "Chuck him out!" said Captain Jack quietly.
In the questioning that followed, Macnamara's Arabic and his understanding of it was so bad that it was necessary for Slatin to ask him questions in English. This was a test of Macnamara, for Slatin said some things in English which were not for the Khalifa's knowing. If Macnamara's face changed, if he started, Abdullah's suspicions, ever ready, would have taken form.
Henry Withers had pondered, and his mind was made up to do a certain thing. Towards evening he sat alone in the room where Macnamara lay asleep almost his very last sleep. All at once Macnamara's eyes opened wide. "Kitty, Kitty, me darlin'," he murmured vaguely. Then he saw Henry Withers. "I'm dyin'," he said, breathing heavily. "Don't call anny one, Hinry," he added brokenly.
He did not think that Macnamara's position would be greatly bettered, save perhaps in bread and onions, by being taken into the employ of the Khalifa. His life would certainly not be safer. But, if it was to be, perhaps he could do a good turn to Macnamara by warning him, by planting deep in the Khalifa's mind the Irishman's simple-minded trustworthiness.
Among the descendants of the survivors of Macnamara's expedition may be mentioned the ablest lawyer ever known in Buenos Ayres and for many years Prime Minister, the late Dr. Velez Sarsfield, and also Governor O'Neill.
Widow MacNamara's is a lonely house. She's as true as steel and as deaf as a post. There's only Scanlan and me in the house. If I get his promise and I'll let you know if I do I'd have the whole seven of you come to me by nine o'clock. We'll get him in. If ever he gets out alive well, he can talk of Birdy Edwards's luck for the rest of his days!"
He did not think that Macnamara's position would be greatly bettered, save perhaps in bread and onions, by being taken into the employ of the Khalifa. His life would certainly not be safer. But, if it was to be, perhaps he could do a good turn to Macnamara by warning him, by planting deep in the Khalifa's mind the Irishman's simple-minded trustworthiness.
Henry Withers had pondered, and his mind was made up to do a certain thing. Towards evening he sat alone in the room where Macnamara lay asleep almost his very last sleep. All at once Macnamara's eyes opened wide. "Kitty, Kitty, me darlin'," he murmured vaguely. Then he saw Henry Withers. "I'm dyin'," he said, breathing heavily. "Don't call anny one, Hinry," he added brokenly.
"Kitty a kid av mine and she married to Hinry Withers an' you saved me, too! " Macnamara's eyes were wild. Henry Withers took his hand. "'Ere, it's all right, old pal," he said cheerfully. "What's the kid's name?" said Macnamara. "Peter same as yours." The voice was scarce above a breath. "Sure, I didn't know at all. An' you forgive me, Hinry darlin', you forgive me?"
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