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Where is he, Mullins? I should like to see and question him." "He shall be up, your honour, in no time," replied the sailor, once more resuming his hat, and moving a pace or two forward. Then addressing two or three men in the starboard gangway in the authoritative tone of command: "Bear a hand there, my men, and cast off the lashings of that black Ingian, and send him aft, here, to the officer."
"What a set of prating fools ye are," interrupted the leading sergeant; "who ever saw an Ingian with light hair? and sure this hair in the neck is that of a Christian." At that moment Captain Erskine, attracted by the sudden halt produced by the falling of the body, came quickly up to the front.
"What a set of prating fools ye are," interrupted the leading sergeant; "who ever saw an Ingian with light hair? and sure this hair in the neck is that of a Christian." At that moment Captain Erskine, attracted by the sudden halt produced by the falling of the body, came quickly up to the front.
"It's the divil himself," said Phil Shehan, making the sign of the cross, half in jest, half in earnest: "for it isn't the captin at all, and who but the divil could have managed to clap on his rigimintals?" "No, it's an Ingian," remarked Dick Burford, sagaciously; "it's an Ingian that has killed the captain, and dressed himself in his clothes.
"Your honour you pitiful trading scoundrel how dare you talk to me of your honour? Come, sir, confess at once where you have secreted this fellow, or prepare to die." "If I may be so bold, your Honour," said one of Captain Blessington's men, "the Frenchman lies. When the Ingian fired among us, this fellow was peeping under his shoulder and watching us also.
What sort of protection can that Ingian woman afford, who is of the race of our bitterest enemies, them cursed Ottawas, and your honour venturing, too, like a spy into the very heart of the blood-hounds? Ah, Captain de Haldimar, for the love of God, do not trust yourself alone with her, or I am sure I shall never see your honour again!"
"And who is he, my good Mullins?" asked Captain de Haldimar. "Why, that 'ere Ingian, your honour, as began the butchery in the fort, yonder, by trying to kill Jack Fuller while he laid asleep this morning, waiting for the captain in the jolly boat.
"What mean ye, fellows, by standing there; quick, replace it upon the litter, and mind this does not occur again." "They say, sir," said the sergeant, respectfully, as the men proceeded to their duty, "that it is not Captain de Haldimar after all, but an Ingian." "Not Captain de Haldimar! are ye all mad? and have the Indians, in reality, turned your brains with fear?"
Where is he, Mullins? I should like to see and question him." "He shall be up, your honour, in no time," replied the sailor, once more resuming his hat, and moving a pace or two forward. Then addressing two or three men in the starboard gangway in the authoritative tone of command: "Bear a hand there, my men, and cast off the lashings of that black Ingian, and send him aft, here, to the officer."
"Had the Ingian fastened his paw upon your ugly neck as he did upon mine, all the pitiful life your mother ever put into you would have been spirited away from very fear; so you needn't brag." "Sure, and if any of ye had a grain of spunk, ye would have fired, and freed a fellow from the clutch of them hell thieves," muttered another of the men at the litter.
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