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Jan could not get her to listen to the fine speeches delivered by the Dean of Bro and Engineer Boraeus of Borg, in honour of the day. Why she would not even listen to Sexton Blackie's congratulatory poem! Anders Öster's clarinet could be heard from the house. Jan kept a firm grip on her hand all the while and no matter what excuse she would hit upon to break away, he never relaxed his hold.
That scar!" The Indian opened his eyes and a grin of recognition distorted his face. "It is he! It is he!" St. Vincent, trembling with eagerness, turned upon the crowd. "I call you all to witness! That is the man who killed John Borg!" No laughter greeted this, for there was a terrible earnestness in his manner. Bill Brown and the chairman tried to make the Indian talk, but could not.
I think Borg kill Bella, which was bad. Bella very fine girl," he confided with one of his irresistible smiles. "I like Bella. So I run. And John he run from his cabin like a fat cow, with great noise. 'What the matter? he say; and I say, 'I don't know. And then something come, wheugh! out of the dark, just like that, and knock John down, and knock me down. We grab everywhere all at once.
From the prisoner's story, he had made a hard fight against the two mysterious men. "If," Brown asked, "such were the case, how can you explain away the fact that you came out of the struggle unmarked? On examination of the body of John Borg, many bruises and contusions were noticeable. How is it, if you put up such a stiff fight, that you escaped being battered?" St.
"Did John Borg call for help?" "Yes." "Can you give his words?" "He called, 'St. Vincent! Oh, St. Vincent! Oh, my God! Oh, St. Vincent, help me!" He shuddered at the recollection, and added, "It was terrible." "I should say so," Brown grunted. "And you?" "I watched," was the dogged reply, while a groan went up from the crowd. "Borg shook clear of them, however, and got on his legs.
Even now he was willing to concede that the superintendent from Doveness, the lieutenant from Lövdala, and the engineer from Borg were fine men who made a good appearance. But they were as nothing to the grandeur which folks beheld that day. For anything like a real emperor had never before been seen in the gentry's bench.
She had taken lodgings in a cotter's but at Borg. In the beginning she remained indoors at least some moments during the day, but after a time her mind became prey to such intense fear that she could scarcely eat or sleep. Now she paced the pier all the while not only during the short hours of daylight but all through the long, dark evenings, until bedtime.
I thought it was Borg; wondered what he was prowling about for, and was on the verge of dropping off to sleep, when, though I do not know what prompted me, I opened my eyes. Two strange men were in the cabin. Both wore masks and fur caps with the flaps pulled down, so that I could see nothing of their faces save the glistening of the eyes through the eye-slits.
When they did grapple, Bella crept up from behind and threw her arm in a strangle-hold about her husband's neck. She put her knee into the small of his back, and bent him backward and, with the Indian helping, threw him to the floor." "And what did you do?" "I watched." "Had you a revolver?" "Yes." "The one you previously said John Borg had borrowed?" "Yes; but I watched."
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