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For such news, even though it should be bad news, he would pledge his honour to help Strangeways in his search for Spurling. He would even volunteer to go single-handed and capture him himself bring him down to Murder Point by guile, where Strangeways would be waiting to take him.
We went, during our brief stay on shore, to visit Andrew Spurling; who listened eagerly to our accounts of what we had seen, and was delighted when I presented him with several really valuable volumes which I had picked up at Cairo. "You have amply repaid me, Mr Blore," he exclaimed, fondly clutching the books.
"Never throw away a piece of string, a screw, or a nail, or neglect an opportunity, when it offers, of gaining knowledge or learning how to do a thing," my father used to say; and as I respected him, I followed his advice, and have, through life, on many occasions had reason to be thankful that I did so. In the town near which we resided lived a tailor, Andrew Spurling by name.
Lane and Stevens wandered about town, taking in the sights and dodging the torpedoes and firecrackers of enthusiastic patriots of a more or less tender age. Spurling found an old 'longshore acquaintance from a visiting boat and went off aboard to inspect his new type of engine. Filippo struck up an eternal friendship with a fellow-countryman from the granite quarries on Hurricane.
He seized hold of Spurling by the throat with both hands, and shook him violently, crying, "What was her name? Will you tell me that?" Spurling wrenched himself free and his eyes blazed threateningly. "It wasn't a woman," he said; "thank God, I haven't sunk to that."
"He would scarcely believe the last," said Granger, "for on the Last Chance there is only one trail by the river up and down. And I want you to understand Spurling, that if I do help you it will be by clean means; I intend to play fair all round." "Play fair! Do you call it fair play when a nation sets out to hunt one man? I have only done what thousands have thought and intended.
It was Percy. Exhilarated by the closeness of the game, he had forgotten his grudge against Spurling & Company. He flourished a roll of bills. "Two to one on Camden!" he shouted in a high-keyed voice. All heads turned his way. For a moment nobody spoke. Percy mistook the silence. He struck a theatric attitude. "Three to one! Are you afraid to support your home team?" A girl giggled.
Spurling and Austin at their evening meal, with Caliban in attendance. "Well, Mr. Shotbolt," cried the turnkey, "I've good news for you. Mr. Wild has doubled his offer, and the governor has likewise proclaimed a reward of one hundred guineas for Jack's apprehension." "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. "Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. "I ought to tell you that Mr.
His hat, overcoat, and automatic were appropriated for Jim Spurling, who took his place. So skilfully had the coup been conducted under cover of the disturbance in the cove that none of the other smugglers had taken the slightest alarm. Spurling assumed his post none too soon.
And why had Spurling, whom he had thought to be in Klondike making his pile, or having taken advantage of the secret knowledge which he had unwisely shared with him, to be in Guiana, sailing up the Great Amana seeking El Dorado, travelled these thousands of miles by sea and land only to visit him here in Keewatin thus surlily? Was it to hide?
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