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He had not done himself justice. He never did do himself justice with Diggle. Diggle made him feel as if he were fifteen. But thoughts of Diggle did not long occupy his mind. Once more he seemed to be standing in the road, with the warm fragrance of petrol and lubricating oil playing on his face. Once more he saw her. Jona. Some would have hesitated to call her beautiful.
There was a babel of cries; the exultant bellow of the born fighter, British or native; a few pistol shots; the scream of the men mortally hit; the "Wah! wah!" of the Bengalis applauding their own prowess. As Diggle had said, the odds were four to one. But the defenders had the advantage of position, and for a few moments they held the yelling mob at bay.
Every now and again Desmond looked anxiously back, hoping against hope that they would not be pursued. But he knew that Diggle had recognized him, and being prepared for the worst, he began to rack his brains for some means of defense. Misfortune seemed to dog him. Two of the oxen collapsed. It was necessary to distribute the loads of their hackeris among the others.
But when the first tremors were past, and he began to go about his usual tasks, and was able to think calmly, not for an instant did he waver in his resolve. Betray his countrymen! It was not to be thought of. Give his word to Angria and then forswear himself! Ah! even Diggle knew that he would not do that. Freedom, wealth, a high place in some prince's court!
Diggle and the Frenchman took instant advantage of the opportunity to slip away, and the Englishmen had already got home more than one shrewd blow, provoking yells of pain from the attackers, when the onslaught suddenly ceased, and the natives stood rigid, as if under a spell. Looking round, Desmond saw at the gate a bent old figure with dusky, wrinkled face and prominent eyes.
Desmond was no coward, but he afterward confessed that as he stood there watching the two faces, the dark, lowering face of Angria, the smiling, scarcely less swarthy face of Diggle, he felt his knees tremble under him. What was the Pirate saying?
Luke went back to his own room and sat there deep in thought. Why was everybody so hard and cold? Diggle, Dobson, Mabel they were all so cruel and rude to him. Nobody loved him. Except Dot and Dash, and possibly ... No, that was not to be thought of. All the same it reminded him that it was time for him to brush his hair and wash his little hands, and go up to lunch at Gallows.
He's never sick, Mr. Diggle says; they've been several voyages together, and Scipio knows a ship from stem to stern." "Scipio, which his name is? Uncommon name, that." There was a new tone in Bulger's voice, and he gave Desmond a keen and, as it seemed, a troubled look. "Yes, it is strange," replied the boy, vaguely aware of the change of manner. "But Mr. Diggle has ways of his own." "This Mr.
Down he came heavily, mouthing hearty abuse, and man and boy were on the ground together. Desmond was up first. He now saw that a second figure was hurrying on from the other end of the street. He was not sure what Diggle demanded of him; whether it was sufficient to have tripped up the pursuer, or whether he must hold him still in play.
I have to say this, I give you till eight o'clock tomorrow morning; if you are not gone, bag and baggage, by that time, I will issue a warrant. Is that clear?" "Perfectly," said Diggle with his enigmatical smile. "And one word more. Show your face again in these parts and I shall have you arrested. I have spared you twice for your mother's sake. This is my last warning.
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