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Now I will show you what I meant just now when I said I'll prove that both Hendry and Chard are sneaks, and have their knives into you." He disappeared below for a few seconds, and then returned carrying a letter-book. "Now, Carr, my boy," he said, seating himself beside the sick trader again, "just cock your ears and listen. This is our esteemed supercargo's letter-book.
Now just listen to what I have written in my own private log." He stepped along to the deck-house, entered his cabin, and came back with the private log aforesaid. "Here, listen to this: "'Vavau, Tonga Islands, May 3, 1889. This evening Captain Hendry and Mr. Chard, the supercargo, came on board at six o'clock, accompanied by several white men and a number of loose Samoan women.
"But you'll not 'dump' me ashore anywhere. I am going to land at Ponapé, and nowhere else." Again Chard took a step nearer, his face purpling with rage; and then, as Hendry came to his side with scowling eyes, Tessa quickly slipped past them, and stood near her lover.
And right in his line of vision he saw Chard, who, kneeling amid the foliage of the boulder, was covering Harvey with his rifle; in another instant the supercargo had fired, Roka dropped on one knee and raised his Snider carbine, just as Sam Chard turned to Hendry with a smile upon his handsome, evil face, and waved his hand mockingly towards the prone figure of Harvey.
Adendorff, and a carbineer, were seen galloping wildly towards the ponts. On coming to the bank of the river, they shouted to Lieut. Chard to take them across, and so soon as he reached them, they communicated to him the terrifying news that the general's camp had been captured and destroyed by a Zulu impi. A few minutes later a message arrived from Lieut.
"No mercy shall they have," said the Manhikian grimly; "so rest thee content for a little while.... Aue!" He sprang to his feet, carbine in hand, for from out the thickset jungle there emerged a thing of horror to look upon. Chard, leaning upon his Winchester, was staggering down to the beach, with his lower jaw shot away.
And when I get better, I'll take it out of him. But I'm not going to let him and Chard drive me out of the ship. I am under a two years' engagement to this rascally firm, and have only three more months to put in. I'll settle in the Carolines, and start trading there on my own account. I'm sick of this filthy old tub." "So is Morrison, and so am I," said the mate, as he rose to go for'ard again.
I stopped for a few minutes to rest among some ferns, while I debated how to proceed. I changed the arrangement of my stockings; I also dusted my very dirty clothes, all filthy from that horrid passage underground. "Now," I said to myself, "there must be many ways to Taunton. One way, I know, leads along this valley, past Chard there, where the houses are.
Kittisford, a lonely parish 4 m. N.W. of Wellington, near the Tone. The church has been restored, but retains a piscina and a pulpit of 1610. In the parish is an old manor-house called Cothay, of Tudor date. Knowle St Giles, a small hamlet on a hillside, 2-1/2 m. N.E. of Chard. The church has been rebuilt. Lambrook, East, 2-1/2 m.
Eight bells struck, and presently Carr ascended the poop deck, took in the little group on the starboard side of the skylight, and went over to his own lounge, beside which his watchful servant was seated. He knew that Tessa would be alone in a few minutes, and he was quite satisfied to wait till Chard and the Dane left her free. He lay back in the lounge, and lazily conversed with Malua.
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