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Now I will show you that I am master; promise me now that you will speak to him no more, or " I never knew what threat Garcia would have uttered for just then running forward I dashed out my clenched fist with all my might, and with a crash the Don went down over a chair just as my uncle and Mrs Landell ran into the room.
My uncle's seemed the only plan that we could adopt; and leaving him in charge, Tom and I fixed our light at the head of the raft, and, to the horror of Lilla and Mrs Landell, set off upon our subterranean voyage one which produced no tremor in us now, for familiarity had bred contempt.
"Am I to shoot or ain't I? Is Mas'r Harry there?" whispered a voice from out of the darkness. "Because they're trying to break in here." "You must fire, Tom," said my uncle huskily; "and mind this, if they do break in, our only hope is in the kitchen, which is stone built and strong. Make your way there." "Right, Mas'r Landell," said Tom coolly. Then we heard him glide off.
I shuddered as I urged my mule onward, anxious to reach the hacienda, which we did earlier than I hoped for, stabled our mules, and then, relieving Tom of his golden burden, I went up to my room and secured it in my travelling case, before descending to find my uncle sitting, with Lilla kneeling beside him, holding his hand; and a glance showed me that both she and Mrs Landell had been weeping bitterly.
"It was nothing on my part, Uncle," I said quietly. "Nothing but what any fellow from the old country would have done." The next moment Mrs Landell, my new aunt, had thrown her arms round my neck. Formality of greeting was at an end, and, with tears in her eyes, she thanked me and welcomed me to the hacienda.
Yes, I see," said Tom, as if he had not understood before, and it made me so vexed, what with being hot and nervous and bothered, that I felt as if I should have liked to kick Master Tom. "I have it," I exclaimed suddenly, and I gave the table a thump. "He's got it," cried Tom, rubbing his hands. "Mas'r Harry's got it, Mas'r Landell, sir. He's a wunner at hitting out things, he is."
"It is some beast of prey, but it will not come near us," said my uncle, to encourage Mrs Landell. "Harry, what is it?" whispered Lilla. Her soft arm was passed round my neck as she clung, trembling, to me, unable to master her agitation. "We must push on," I said. Once more the mules were in motion when the cry rang out again, louder and clearer this time.
The affair began to show now in blacker colours each moment; and I shuddered at last as I stopped short, and pointed to a plainly-to-be-seen smear upon a broad frond. "Blood, Mas'r Harry!" exclaimed Tom hoarsely; and then I heard him mutter to himself "Poor Mas'r Landell!"
Here, come and stick your torch in here, Mas'r Landell, and we'll soon make it right." My uncle did as he was requested; and then, once more, Garcia made a savage fight for his liberty. But it was in vain; and while I helped to hold him down Tom tightly bound his legs, my uncle performing the same operation with the prisoner's hands. "That ain't no good, Mas'r Landell," said Tom.
Senor Landell, in an hour I require you to be off this plantation. As for you," he exclaimed, turning to advance threateningly upon me, "you are an intruder. This place is my property; leave here this instant! Or stay," he said with mock courtesy; "perhaps the gay young English senor will take compassion upon his uncle's position and release him by paying his debt. What does Senor Grant say?"
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