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"Yes, Bignold is his name, Grassette," said the Sheriff. "You took a life, and now, if you save one, that'll balance things. As the Governor says, there'll be a reprieve anyhow. It's pretty near the day, and this isn't a bad world to kick in, so long as you kick with one leg on the ground, and " The Governor hastily intervened upon the Sheriff's brutal remarks.
They realized that these two men had an account to settle, and there was no need for Grassette to take revenge, for Bignold was going fast. "You stan' far back," said Grassette, and they fell away. Then he stooped down to the sunken, ashen face, over which death was fast drawing its veil. "Marcile where is Marcile?" he asked. The dying man's lips opened.
Then the Governor understood: he remembered that the name just given by the Sheriff and himself was the name of the Englishman who had carried off Grassette's wife years ago. He stepped forwards and was about to speak, but changed his mind. He would leave it all to Grassette; he would not let the Sheriff know the truth, unless Grassette himself disclosed the situation.
While he was there, a landslip came, and the opening to the mine was closed up " "There were two ways in. Which one did he take?" cried Grassette. "The only one he could take, the only one he or anyone else knew. You know the other way in you only, they say." "I found it the easier, quick way in; a year ago I found it." "Was it near the other entrance?" Grassette shook his head. "A mile away."
While he was there a landslip came, and the opening to the mine was closed up." "There were two ways in. Which one did he take?" cried Grassette. "The only one he could take, the only one he or any one else knew. You know the other way in you only, they say." "I found it the easier, quick way in; a year ago I found it." "Was it near the other entrance?" Grassette shook his head. "A mile away."
If he went, he could save his own life by saving Bignold, if Bignold was alive; or he could go and not save Bignold's life or his own! What would he do? The Governor watched him with a face controlled to quietness, but with an anxiety which made him pale in spite of himself. "What will you do, Grassette?" he said at last in a low voice, and with a step forwards to him.
They realised that these two men had an account to settle, and there was no need for Grassette to take revenge, for Bignold was going fast. "You stan' far back," said Grassette, and they fell away. Then he stooped down to the sunken, ashen face, over which death was fast drawing its veil. "Marcile where is Marcile?" he asked. The dying man's lips opened.
A sudden change came over Grassette. "Water queeck!" he said. The Sheriff stooped and held a hatful of water to Bignold's lips, while another poured brandy from a flask into the water. Grassette watched them eagerly. When the dying man had swallowed a little of the spirit and water, Grassette leaned over him again, and the others drew away.
"No; two warders will go with you and myself." A strange look passed over Grassette's face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then he said again: "Bon, I will go." "Then there is, of course, the doctor," said the Sheriff. "Bon!" said Grassette. "What time is it?" "Twelve o'clock," answered the Sheriff, and made a motion to the warder to open the door of the cell. "By sundown!"
Grassette said harshly, with eyes that searched the Governor's face; but they found no answering look there. The Governor, then, did not remember that tragedy of his home and hearth, and the man who had made of him an Ishmael. Still, Bignold had been almost a stranger in the parish, and it was not curious if the Governor had forgotten. "Bignold!" he repeated, but the Governor gave no response.
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