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Critchet started from his seat, and then sank back to the floor with a groan. "Are you sick?" we demanded, springing towards the prostrate man and helping him to a chair. "I know not," he replied, wildly; "but unless I am dreaming, I heard a voice demanding admittance to the store. Do not open the door, for mercy's sake. I cannot bear to look upon his face again."
"Why?" demanded the black ruffian, with a grim smile, as he walked towards that portion of the store where Fred was sitting, Mr. Critchet having entered his room. "Because, if you harmed my dog, I should take the liberty of shooting you without a moment's delay."
"I suppose," said Fred, re-filling his pipe, lighting it, and then puffing away vigorously, "that you imagine that it is best to surrender all your property in the most gracious manner possible. If that is your opinion, you misjudge us." "My dear young friend!" cried Mr. Critchet, "I certainly did not entertain any such opinion.
Critchet was lying, and, to our joy, still sleeping, which argued well for his ultimate recovery. "Here is the man whom you accuse us of murdering," Fred whispered; "see what pains we have taken to hasten his end." And he pointed to the numerous bandages with which we had bound up his wounds. "I was prepared to find the body of Mr. Critchet here, but not alive," the commissioner said.
"Why should I fear to meet him, and strike terror into his guilty heart? Let me go at once." "Then roll the collar of your coat over your face, and slouch your hat over your eyes, and keep them there until I ask you to remove them. Now keep up a stout heart, and trust to fortune for the result." Mr. Critchet followed me from the room without another word.
We sat silent for a few minutes, for we did not wish to interrogate him in relation to his family affairs, although I must confess that I felt something of a Yankee's curiosity in regard to his position in life. "I have no desire to keep from you my story," Mr. Critchet said, "although it may not interest you, and is but a repetition of trust and wrong of confidence and betrayal.
Critchet was disposed to sell it for the most that he could get, and he did not have to wait long for an offer; for one day the old gentleman astonished us by imparting the information that he had got a letter from a person in Melbourne who was anxious to buy, and desired an interview immediately.
We reached our store in safety, and found Rover watching by the side of our patient, Mr. Critchet, who appeared to have slept during our absence, and probably never knew that we left him for one of the most dangerous expeditions that we ever ventured on, during a lengthy residence in Australia.
Critchet, in a hoarse whisper. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Will you let me have the liquor? Say yes or no," cried the impatient fellow on the outside, with an oath. "I am positive that that is the voice of my brother-in-law," Mr. Critchet said. "I have not heard him speak before for six years, yet there are some things that I cannot forget. What shall I do? How shall I act?"
Critchet was mending stockings, about the first work that he attempted to do, when Mike rushed frantically into the store, threw himself upon his knees, and began talking, laughing, and crying at the same moment.
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