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Jem tried to roar, as, breathless with exertion, bleeding from a sharp back-handed blow across the mouth, and giddy with excitement and the effects of a rough encounter between his head and the wall, Don made one more attempt to drag himself free, and then stood panting and mastered by two strong men. "Show the light," said the officer, and the lanthorn was held close to Don's face.
"What was that, Don?" asked Bert, in an excited whisper. "You heard it, didn't you?" "I should think so," was Don's reply, and the words were followed by the clicking of the locks of his gun. After that came a long pause.
"Good old Paul," he murmured, raising his glass. "Here's to the late Sir Jacques. So you are out of it?" Paul Mario nodded and took from the pocket of his threadbare golf jacket the very twin of Don's curved and blackened briar, drawing towards him the tobacco jar upon the table a Mycenæan vase from the tomb of Rameses III. A short silence fell between them.
"He hates 'em all," said Kenny. "No matter how nervous he is, I can read him to sleep." "Ah, colleen!" There was a flash of reverence in Kenny's eyes. It mutely thanked her. "I can't forget what he did for Don. Nor can I forget that Don's impulse " "Don remembers too." Joan sighed. "He worries me, Kenny Don, I mean.
As soon as Clarence recovered from his amazement and terror, he mounted Don's pony and set out for the potato-cellar to see for himself. What was Clarence to do? Of course he could not go back to the plantation and face his relatives after what he had done, and there was no other house in the settlement open to him.
Don's grasp tightened on the rope, and as he lay there, half on, half off the slope, listening, with the beads of perspiration gathering on his forehead, he heard from below shouts, the trampling of feet and struggling. "They've attacked Jem," he thought. "What shall I do? Go to his help?" Before he could come to a decision the noise ceased and all was perfectly still. Don hung there thinking.
Don caught his bold, sidelong glance a glance that seemed to say, "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Others around the table caught that look, too. Don's face grew hot. In an effort to keep the scouts from paying attention to Tim, he talked rapidly about the first aid contest, now two weeks off.
"As you please," says the Don. "Give me ten thousand of the sum you are to be paid at Michaelmas, and you are welcome to all the rest." "You mean that, Señor," cries Jack, seizing the Don's hand and raising his left. "By the Holy Mother," answers Don Sanchez, in Spanish. "Done!" cries Dawson, bringing his hand down with a smack on the Don's palm.
"You always were a liar, Mike," said Don contemptuously. "You did not see any bird fourteen feet high, because there are no such things. You didn't see any birds at all." "Well, of all " began Mike, but he stopped short as he heard Don's next words, "Come, Jem! Come, Ngati! Let's get on." He stepped forward, but after a quick exchange of glances with his companions, Mike stood in his way.
Don's eyes began to sparkle again. "No doubt I should have found the experience of great educational value," he said; "but did he often swear in Latin?" "Not often; only when he was very drunk." "What was his favourite tongue when he was merely moderately so?" Flamby's expression underwent a faint change, and looking down she bit her under-lip.
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