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Wotan himself, when the danger is no longer to be averted of a dishonoured end, if Alberich, that is, shall regain possession of the Ring, will plunge the splinters of his defeated spear deep into Loge's breast and himself set the World-Ash ablaze. As night begins to yield to dawn, confusion falls on the minds of the Norns; their visions, they complain, are dim.
The fire from the Jasper B. had checked the assault temporarily; it had not broken it up; once they found lodgment on the deck the superior numbers of Loge's crowd must inevitably tell. Loge was a dozen feet in advance of his men. He had cast aside the light sword which belonged to Cleggett, and now swung a grim machete in his hand.
Cleggett, straining to meet Loge, who hung sword to sword with Wilton Barnstable, saw Giuseppe Jones, deserted by his nurses, tumbling feebly over the bow of the Jasper B. in the rear of Loge's line.
"You are not altogether safe yourself," said Cleggett grimly, with his eyes fixed on Pierre's and his pistol touching Loge's waistband. "If Pierre so much as winks an eye if you move a hair's breadth I'll put a stream of bullets through YOU. Understand?"
A few minutes later Wilton Barnstable, Cleggett, Lady Agatha, Miss Pringle, and two of Wilton Barnstable's men sat in the cabin of the Jasper B., with the two oblong boxes before them the one which had contained Loge's incriminating diary, and the one which had caused Lady Agatha so much trouble. In the light of the cabin the three detectives were revealed as startlingly alike.
It is a duty which I owe to society. And as for the rapier believe me, Barnstable, I am no novice. And my blood tingles and my soul aches with the desire to expunge that man from life with my own hand. Come, we have talked enough. There is a case of swords in the cabin. Will you do me the favor to bring them on deck?" Loge's irons were unlocked. He rose to his feet and stretched himself.
And how Loge's men had been able to get into and out of the hold without his knowledge still perplexed him. The motive behind the attempt to dynamite the vessel was clear. Having failed to purchase it, having failed to recover the box from it, Loge had sought to destroy it with all on board. But the strange character of this explosion still defied his powers of analysis.
Loge's reply to Alberich's, "I know you well enough, you and your kind!" is perhaps, with its cheerful dancing flicker, his prettiest bit of self-description. "You know me, childish elf? Then, say, who am I, that you should be surly? In the cold hollow where you lay shivering, how would you have had light and cheering warmth, if Loge had never laughed for you?..."
Boob, I believe." But while Cleggett was finishing his remarks a subtle change stole over Loge's countenance. His attitude, which had been one of baffled rage, relaxed. As Cleggett paused the sneer came back upon Loge's lips. "Boob," he said quietly, "boob is the word. Look above you." A sharp metallic click overhead gave point to Loge's words.
Nevertheless, the smile faded from Loge's face; he gave ground in his turn before this rapid vigor of attack; he measured Cleggett with a new glance. "You are touched, I think," said Cleggett, meditating a fresh combination, "and I am glad to see you drop that ugly pretense at a grin.
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