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Nor had he seen Captain Barker, who was very much occupied, said Diggle, and had a great deal of trouble in keeping his crew out of the clutches of the press gang. Some of the best of them had been sent to the Waterman's Rest in charge of the chief and second mates. It was at Diggle's suggestion that he had been deputed to convey the captain's message to the men.
"'Tis you at last," said Burke, stepping out from his place of concealment. "That boy of yours would not let me in, hang him!" At the first words Diggle started and swung round, his right hand flying to his pocket; but, recognizing the voice almost immediately, he laughed. "'Tis you, my friend," he said. "Multa de nocte profectus es. But you've forgot all your Latin, Dick. What is the news, man?
I did not ask you to twist your feet round the legs of the chair. Refrain also from waggling your toes violently. It interrupts my train of thought. Keep the hand still, if you please. Thank you." There were three minutes of absolute silence during which Diggle, in the most leisurely way possible, finished and blotted his letter.
His first lunge at Diggle was neatly parried, and the two, oblivious of all that was happening around them, looked full into each other's eyes, read grim determination there, and fought with a cold fury that meant death to the first that gave an opening to his opponent's sword. If motive counted, if the right cause could always win, the issue admitted of no doubt.
"Come with me and search the back of the house," said Diggle, turning away with an oath. Desmond stepped noiselessly across the floor and joined the khansaman. They made their way out stealthily down the stairs, through the garden at the back, into a mango grove. There they remained hidden until Diggle, finding his search fruitless, remounted with his men and galloped away.
Drawing his sword, Desmond sprang from the tree and dashed across the open, reaching the scene of the struggle just in the nick of time to strike up Diggle's weapon ere it sheathed itself in the Gujarati's side. Diggle turned with a startled oath, and seeing who his assailant was, he left his companion to take care of himself, and faced Desmond, a smile of anticipated triumph wreathing his lips.
I was deceived, but the man who promised me the berth was very friendly, and I didn't suspect him." "It was not Barker, then?" "No, sir; it was a man I met at Market Drayton." "At Market Drayton?" said Clive. "That's odd. What was his name?" "His name was Diggle, and " "A stranger? I remember no one of that name," said Clive.
Burke hastily departed, and Grinsell, after long, loud fumbling with the bolts, threw open the door and gave admittance to the squire. "Ah, you are here both," said Sir Willoughby, standing in the middle of the floor, his riding whip in his hand. "Now, Mr. Diggle, I think you call yourself, I'm a man of few words, as you know.
Bulger grunted and gave a twist to his hook. "I'll take Diggle," added Desmond: "you go for the other man." They waited in the shadow of the wall. The gate opened, the two men came out, and in an instant Desmond and his companion dashed forward. Taken by surprise, the men had no time to defend themselves.
Diggle," said Desmond, as the man, who had been talking over his shoulder, half stopped; "my point is sharp." "I was leaving the fort, as you saw. Not from any fear; you will acquit me of that, and as you know, the fort is impregnable, and I might have remained there in perfect safety. No, I was quitting it because I was wearied, disgusted with Angria and his ways.
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