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He soon began to resent Czerny's method thought he knew better and needed not those dry studies of Clementi and that irksome fingering by rule he could finger anything in a half-a-dozen different ways.
Perchance, even yet, we should awake some fellow-creature from the nameless sleep in the woods whose beauty veiled the living death. Now, I say that Czerny's men were firing rifle-shots at the anchored schooner, and that sound was a true chantey for our ears. What eyes would they have for us when their salvation lay aboard the yacht? We were nothing to them; the ship was all.
It was a great surprise to me that here should have been one of Edmond Czerny's men left in the bungalow; and when I heard his voice I stood for a full minute, uncertain whether to go on or to draw back.
From some cause or other, I could only surmise, the longboat lay drifting with the tide and one of Czerny's boats, far ahead of its fellows, was almost atop of her. "They're done!" cries Peter Bligh, with an oath, "done entirely. God rest their souls. They'll never make the rock " We believed it surely. The refugees were done; the pirates had unsheathed their knives for the butcher's work.
The horrors of the windows above all, that horror of the nameless fish could frighten a man as no spectre of God's earth above. If I had accustomed myself in part to these new sensations, if Czerny's house seemed to me rather a refuge than a terror, none the less there were moments when my step halted and my eyes were glued upon the sights I saw.
Ah, how my head tried to grapple with the trouble! The keys where lay the keys? What chance or miracle would show me those? Was the key on Czerny's person or here in one of the drawers about? How much would I have paid to have been told that truly! But how to open it! Now the Italian watched me with curious eyes as I went up to the door and drew the curtain back from it.
Now, we had halted at the foot of the ravine and were just prepared to go headlong for the six, believing, it may be, that one at least of us must fall, when they fired a shot, not from the gun at the watch-tower gate, but from Czerny's own yacht away in the offing; and coming plump down upon the sand, not a cable's length from our own boat, a shell burst with a thunderous explosion, and scattering in fragments of steel, it scared the mutineers as no rifle could have done.
"Doctor," I cried, as I ran panting up to him, "Edmond Czerny's house or another show us the way, here and now! We cannot fare worse; you know that. Lead on and we follow, wherever it is." The others said, "Aye, aye, lead on and we follow." Desperation was their lot now; the madman's haste, the driven man's hope.
And yet, the deed be my witness, it was a perilous journey. No man in our company could say surely how many of Czerny's crew he would find in the black labyrinth we must face. No man could speak of the hidden mysteries lurking in passage or cavern, far from the sea-gate and the sun's light.
I saw no human help could save them; and saying it a voice from the open door behind me gave the lie to Peter Bligh, and named a miracle. "'Tis the others that need your prayers, Mister Bligh Czerny's lot are sinking sure " I looked round and found Seth Barker at my elbow. His orders had been to watch the gate of the corridor below.
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