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The half-breed’s voice was so changed that I could hardly hear him. “It seemed to me,” he resumed, “that in Martin Holt’s mind no, I was not mistaken there was something like a suspicion.” “But tell me what he said! Tell me exactly what he asked you. What is it?” I felt sure that the question put by Martin Holt, whatsoever its bearing, had been inspired by Hearne.
I was afraid, I got away from him.” The half-breed drew himself up with a sudden movement, and I sat thinking, leaning my head on my hands. These tardy questions of Holt’s respecting his brother were put, I had no doubt whatsoever, at the instigation of Hearne, but what was his motive, and was it at the Falklands that he had discovered the secret of Dirk Peters?
Tito’s ruin comes of a feeble, Felix Holt’s victory of an unconquerable, will.
Pausing only long enough to learn that Jack’s pulses were beating, and that the submarine boy was breathing, Truax stole off into the night, carrying the bag of sand under his overcoat. At one point he paused long enough to empty the sand from the bag over a fence. The bag itself he afterwards burned in the open fireplace in the room assigned to him at Holt’s Hotel.
“I told you that Parker’s name was not Parker, that it was Holt, and that he was Ned Holt’s brother?” “I know, Dirk Peters,” I replied, “but why do you refer to that sad story again?” “Why, Mr. Jeorling? Have not have you never sam anything about it to anybody?”
“What is the meaning of that?” “I don’t know, Mr. Jeorling.” I was surprised at what the two men had said, but a little observation convinced me that Hunt actually did avoid every occasion of coming in contact with Martin Holt. Did he not think that he had a right to Holt’s gratitude although the latter owed his life to him? This man’s conduct was certainly very strange.
Martin Holt’s questions respecting his brother Ned seemed to indicate that his secret was known at least in part, and the half-breed held himself more than ever aloof, sleeping while the others watched, and watching in their time of sleep. I even wondered whether he regretted having confided in me, and fancied that he had aroused my repugnance by his sad story.
And whenever I thought of the secret of the fate of the so-called Parker, Martin Holt’s brother, which had been entrusted to me, that dreadful scene of the Grampus filled me with horror. I was certain that if this secret were made known the half-breed would become an object of terror.
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