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Mole would glide away from Harkaway's room without a word, leaving his tormentors to have their grin out all to themselves. All they could do they could not make him drop a word of allusion to the events just narrated. On that topic he was utterly dumb. Day and night the worthy Isaac Mole brooded over one solitary topic. Revenge.
"True, Harkaway's our enemy, and I hate him; I'd like to get the upper hand of him; but we don't want to fight boys. Besides, Harkaway is a good sort of enemy; a bold, daring fellow, not a sneak." "No, that he isn't," said Geoffrey Martin, with warmth. "I am sure he'd never murder a boy because the boy's father had wronged him." "True." "Besides, there is something in this Hunston I don't like.
"That's your sort," cried Joe Basalt. "Mr. Harvey's going, too, and Mr. Jefferson; now I go to Mr. Harkaway and ask his consent." And Joe left them singing "Avast!" cries Jack, "do you suppose I ain't a man my dooty knows? For liberty afore we goes To ax the skipper I propose." And the well-disciplined sailor went to Harkaway's cabin and broached the question.
The reader will doubtless bear it in mind, since with it is connected one of the most startling episodes of Jack Harkaway's history, in his voyage round the world with young Jack. It was at the hotel in New York that the Harkaways first met with Sunday, too, for here they were the means of rescuing him from the brutal violence of the ruffian Toro.
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