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"If you like the word," replied Tomba, in a tone of indifference. Then he yawned next placed the creese on the ground beside him, while his right hand explored his pockets. He soon brought to light a package of Manila cigarettes. Tomba's left hand produced a box of matches. "Do you care for one last smoke, Señor Sergente?" inquired the Filipino with mocking politeness, as he held out the package.
Their testimony was very clear indeed, and there were no contradictions; but in spite of all this it was felt to be a very mysterious case, and even the exhibition of the Malay creese, carefully covered with the stains of blood, did not altogether dispel this feeling." "Have you got the papers yet, or are there any in Sydney that contain an account of this affair?" "I have kept them all.
By and by the head and shoulders of the identical Bheel showed themselves inside the tent; his hawk eye darted a rapid glance all around, but most especially at the prostrate and apparently sleeping form of Carlton he then drew the remainder of his body, which was perfectly naked, through the aperture and stood erect and for a few seconds remained at the foot of Arthur's bed, and listened to the heavy breathing which he effected; then, with a gliding motion, moved towards the trunk containing the rupees, but still keeping his face half turned in the direction of the bed so that he could observe the slightest alteration, should any be made in the position of its occupant, he then endeavored to force open the lid with his creese, but finding he could not succeed in this, he took from behind his ear a small piece of wire, with which he attempted to pick the lock, but in order to effect this he had to rest his eye on the key hole for a second or two.
I heard a smothered sound issue from his throat, precisely like the bursting of a large air-bubble, sent up by a diver, when it reaches the surface of the water; he turned half round on his side, and, as if to assist my plans more effectually, his right hand, moved by some mere spasmodic impulse, clasped the handle of the creese, which it remained holding with extraordinary muscular tenacity.
"I'm not sure that you are a pirate at all, but I know you aren't a Malay." "Why that, my son?" asked the Skipper, waving the smoke aside, that he might see the child's face the clearer. "Why do you think that? I am not dark enough for a Malay, is it that?" "No, not that," John admitted. "But well, you have no creese, and you are not wild, nor nor fierce, nor cruel."
He bathes in a sacred spring, shaves his eye-brows, dresses in white, takes an oath before a pandita or native priest to die killing infidels; then, with the ugly creese, or wave-edged knife, he runs madly through the street, killing, right and left, until some considerate person shoots him.
Like lightning the Army boy reached for the creese, and the finish of that general movement found Sergeant Hal Overton sitting up and aiming a desperate slash at the cord about his ankles. It needed a second slash, and in that fleeting interval Vicente Tomba, uttering a wild cry of rage, hurled himself upon the Army boy. Hal Overton had now, however, entire control of his body.
It was already dusk but even in that dim light he saw the coils of a thin cord wound tightly about the neck of this victim, from one end of which a leaden bullet hung down. By that light also he saw the hilt of a weapon which had been plunged into his heart, from which the blood had flowed in torrents. It was a Malay creese. Upon the handle was carven a name: JOHN POTTS.
If I had found him I would not have killed any more." "The man what man?" "The one whom I have sought for fifteen years through all these seas," said the other, hoarsely. "What is his name?" "I will not speak it. I had it carved on my creese which hangs around my neck." Brandon thrust his hand into the bosom of the Malay where he saw a cord which passed around his neck.
"Robin," said Alexander, "manages so well that he'll grow wealthy!" "Oh no! He manages well, but he'll never grow wealthy outside! But inside he has great riches." "Does she love him, then?" It poured fear into his heart. A magician with a sword with a great, evil, written-upon creese like that hanging at Black Hill was here before the palace.
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