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He sprang forward as Diggle tried to recover his sword; Diggle gave way: and before he could lift his dripping weapon to parry the stroke, Desmond's blade was through his forearm. Panting with rage, he sought with his left hand to draw his pistol; but Desmond was beforehand with him. He caught his arm, wrenched the pistol from him, and, breathless with his exertions, said: "You are my prisoner."
"'Your servant Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti," he said slowly, aloud. "Who is Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti?" he asked his man, standing behind. "Truly, huzur, I know not. It is a common name in Bengal a vile Hindu; an unbeliever " "How did this paper come here?" cried Diggle impatiently. "How should I know, sahib? I am a poor man, an ignorant man; I do not read "
Desmond had a heavy score to pay off. From the time when he had met Diggle in the street at Market Drayton to his last encounter with him at the Battle of the Carts, he had been the mark of his enmity, malice, spite, trickery. But Desmond thought less of his own wrongs than of the sorrow of his friend, Mr.
The shot sped true, and a second later the grab's mainmast, with sails and rigging, went by the board. A wild cheer from the crew of the Good Intent acclaimed the excellent shot. "By thunder!" said Bulger to Desmond. "Diggle may be a rogue and a vagabond, but he knows how to train a gun." Captain Barker signified his approval by a tremendous mouth-filling oath. But he was not yet safe.
Burke," said Diggle suavely, "when we stand together before my friend the Faujdar. In the meantime you will, if I may venture to advise, consult your interest best in yielding to superior numbers and delivering up the goods." "And what about myself, Mr. Diggle?" "You, of course, will accompany me to the Faujdar.
In the course of their deadly struggle the Gujarati and the overseer had shifted their ground, and at this moment, fortunately for Desmond, Fuzl Khan had driven his knife into his old oppressor's heart. But the same accident that saved Desmond's life gave Diggle an opportunity of which he was quick to avail himself.
He've led a dog's life, that he have, and I've never heard a grumble, nary one; have you?" "True," said the first. "And I tell you what it is. I believe Bulger's in the right of it, and 'tis all along o' that there Diggle, hang him! He's too perlite by half, with his smile and his fine lingo and all. And what's he keep his hand wropt up in that there velvet mitten thing for? I'd like to know that.
"They are running up their colors," remarked Diggle, half an hour later. "British, as I thought. We'll hoist Portuguese." A minute or two later a puff of smoke was observed to sally from the larger of the two grabs, followed in a few seconds by the boom of a gun. "A call to us to heave to," said Bulger, in answer to Desmond's inquiry.
One of them, standing a little back from the other, was Diggle; the other, a tall, powerful figure in raiment as gaudy as the painted peacocks around him, his fingers covered with rings, a diamond blazing in his headdress, was sitting cross-legged on a dais. Behind him, against the wall, was an image of Ganessa, made of solid gold, with diamonds for eyes, and blazing with jewels.
The men explained that, pursuing the fugitives, they had captured their prisoners in the grove. The Frenchman at once addressed Desmond in broken English. He said that he had tried in vain to dissuade Diggle from his attempt to capture the ladies. The party had been sent in advance by Monsieur Law to announce his coming.
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