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Nay worse, ma'am, worse his last thought may have been that I was the traitor that the blow he took was from the hand he had filled with gold that I had returned to kill him in his blindness!" Captain Branscome bowed his head upon his hands. I saw Plinny who all this while had sat silent, content to listen rise, her face twitching, and put out a hand to touch the captain's shoulder.
Captain Branscome, of the threadbare coat and the sword of honour? Poor he was, no doubt bitterly poor poor almost to starvation at times. To what might not a man be driven by poverty in this degree? And here was evidence for judge and jury. I glanced around me, and, folding the eyeglasses together in a fumbling haste, slipped them into my breeches-pocket.
The alley was dark, but a little within the entrance my eyes caught the glimmer of a highly polished brass door-knocker, and upon this I rapped at a venture. Captain Branscome opened to me. The house had no passage. Its front door opened directly upon a whitewashed room, with a round table in the centre, covered with charts.
I had broken orders deliberately and because I denied his right to give such orders. I might be a youngster; but, to say the least of it, I had as much interest in the success of this expedition as any member of the company. The shortest way to dissuade Captain Branscome from treating me as a child was to assert myself from the beginning.
"Well! I came to see London life, you know. It makes a pretty comedy." "Comedies end in tears at times." "Even then common politeness makes us sit them out. Can you spare me a dance?" Mrs. Branscome pleaded fatigue, and barely suppressed a sigh of relief as she noted her husband's approach. David followed her glance, and bent over her, speaking hurriedly:
She fumbled quickly through the remaining blank leaves. "Not a word more," she repeated. "Death cut short his hand," said Captain Branscome, his voice breaking in upon a long silence. "Cut short his fiddlestick-end!" snapped Miss Belcher. "The man funked it at the last moment started out promising to tell the whole truth, but refused the fence.
"Why, about your teaching him navigation, sir." Captain Branscome passed a hand over his forehead. "Navigation? Yes; to be sure, I taught him navigation or, rather, tried to. But what of that?" "Well, sir, Miss Belcher seemed to think it suspicious." He reached out a hand, and, taking the glasses from me, sat down upon the stone base of the flagstaff and began feebly to polish them.
"And in handing it over he may have warned my father that there was danger." "I believe the boy is right," said Captain Branscome. "Now I recall the Major's face at the moment when I rattled the latch, I feel sure he was on his guard. Yes yes, he had been warned against carrying this on his person he was wrapping it away for the time "
Branscome did not love her husband; he plainly perceived that, if only from the formal precision with which she performed her duties. She appeared to him, indeed, to be paying off an obligation rather than working out the intention of her life. The actual solution of his perplexities came by an accident. Amongst the visitors who fell under Hilton's observation at the Branscomes' was a certain Mr.
At the entrance of Gow's Gulf we downed sail and took to our paddles again. The tide helped us against the breeze and within half an hour we came in sight of the schooner lying peacefully at anchor as we had left her. So, at least, and at first glance, it seemed; but as we drew near, Captain Branscome stood up suddenly, the tiller-lines in his hands. "Hallo! Where's the dinghy?"
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