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There's Daly laughing in his sleeve at you, and talking to Venia about Waterloo and the Crimea as though he'd been there. I thought it was pretty near settled between you." "So did I," said Mr. Blundell. "You're a big man, John," said the other, "but you're slow. You're all muscle and no head." "I think of things afterward," said Blundell, humbly; "generally after I get to bed." Mr.
Relieved from his attentions, Mr. Turnbull fell asleep without more ado. Blundell sat neglected, the unwilling witness of a flirtation he was powerless to prevent. Considering her limited opportunities, Miss Turnbull displayed a proficiency which astonished him. Even the sergeant was amazed, and suspected her of long practice.
But the dull immovability and sense of importance which characterized him now seemed to the doctor to be almost tragically charged with the typical matter-of-fact courage of the Englishman; who displays neither fear nor emotion; and who would regard with horror the suspicion that such repression might be heroic. "When is it to be?" said Blundell. "To-morrow." "To-morrow!"
Presently he heard a voice which he recognised; it was that of Major Blundell, in reply to something that had been said to him. "Yes, yes," said the Major, "I quite understand." "You are sure you have the instructions plain?" "Perfectly sure." "Then I will get along here and speak to Captain Winfield." "Let me come with you," said Major Blundell. "Oh no, certainly not.
After that Tom did his work with a new light in his eyes. It seemed as though his visit to the Scotchman had removed the last remaining cloud which had hung in the sky of his faith. "Yes," said Colonel Blount to Major Blundell, "there's treachery around; we may as well face it." "A man must be as blind as a bat not to see that," was the Major's reply, "but where is it?" "That's the question.
"I staggered," said Mr. Blundell. "Another inch and I should have been overboard," said Mr. Turnbull, with a shudder. "That would have been a nice how d'ye do." Mr. Blundell coughed and looked seaward. "Accidents will happen," he murmured.
"On the chance?" inquired his staring friend. "On the chance," assented the other; "it's just possible Daly might fall in." "He might if we walked up and down five million times," said Blundell, unpleasantly. "He might if we walked up and down three or four times," said Mr. Turnbull, "especially if you happened to stumble." "I never stumble," said the matter-of-fact Mr. Blundell.
Blundell, with a great effort, and assisted by Venia and the sergeant, sat up. He felt that he had made a good impression, and had no desire to spoil it by riding the barrel. With one exception, everybody was regarding him with moist-eyed admiration. The exception's eyes were, perhaps, the moistest of them all, but admiration had no place in them.
You're too slow and ordinary for her. She wants somebody more dazzling. She told Daly only yesterday afternoon that she loved heroes. Told it to him to his face. I sat there and heard her. It's a pity you ain't a hero, John." "Yes," said Mr. Blundell; "then, if I was, I expect she'd like something else." The other shook his head.
"Shame!" said the bystanders, briefly, as they, watched anxiously for signs of returning life on the part of Mr. Blundell. He lay still with his eyes closed, but his hearing was still acute, and the sounds of a rapidly approaching barrel trundled by a breathless Samaritan did him more good than anything. "Good-bye, Venia," he said, in a faint voice; "good-bye."
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