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"What neither you nor I should try to prevent, m'sieu'," was Pierre's reply. "Magor will do the man injury?" "What would you have? Put the matter on your own hearthstone, eh?... Pardon, if I say these things bluntly." Pierre still lightly rocked the cradle with one foot. "But vengeance is in God's hands."
"Well, well, Captain Magor; we cannot always expect to find a man like Captain Rig, who combined both qualifications. We must therefore send a supercargo, or perhaps two, to help you; and I hope, with their assistance, that you will not be compelled to remain long up any of the rivers, and run the risk of losing your own life or of having your crew cut off by fever.
"What is the proper dose?" he asked, seeing that a mistake had been made by the doctor. In a hoarse whisper Magor told him. "It may be too late," Pierre added. He knelt down, with light fingers opened the child's mouth, and poured the medicine in slowly. The old man stood for a time rigid, looking at them both.
He began to dread the ordeal of giving his name, and, as is still told, declared to a household, living in the fat wheat lands and without any imagination, that he was called Magor Missabib.
Dugard grinned uneasily, and tried to turn the thing off as a joke, and Pierre, who laughed still a little more, said: "It would be amusing to see old Magor and Dugard fight. It would be so equal." There was a keen edge to Pierre's tones, but Dugard dared not resent it. One day Magor and Dugard must meet.
So Mr Magor told me; and the survivors were all so weak, that he could not have brought the vessel home had he not shipped six Kroomen. He had also a narrow escape from pirates, who actually boarded his vessel, when a man-of-war heaving in sight, they made off without plundering her or killing any one." "Bless my heart! I'm sorry to hear about Captain Rig's death.
Every moment I expected that the miscreants would compel us to walk the plank, but for a wonder they appeared satisfied with their victory. Captain Trunnion did not appear to recognise us, though he fixed his eyes on Captain Magor in a very ominous way. "I know you," he said, approaching him; "you once did me a good turn by picking me out of the water.
In another five minutes the stem of the boat touched the beach, and a person sprang on shore. "Who are you? where do you come from?" exclaimed a voice which I well knew. It was that of Captain Magor. The next instant we were all warmly shaking hands. Harry and Tom hearing our shouts had hurried down to the beach. Our surprise and satisfaction were mutual.
"George Magor," it was the old man's name, "I baptise thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Then he drew the sign of the cross on the infant's forehead. Sitting down, he watched beside the child. After a little he heard a long choking sigh. Looking up, he saw tears slowly dropping from Magor's eyes.
Poppy, with this in her mind, forgot everything. "Oh, please," she cried, running to the constable, "please we have promised to forgive them. Don't take them to jail, please. They said they were sorry, and they won't ever be naughty again, and we let them go. Didn't we, Esther? Please don't hurt them." Constable Magor looked at Esther, and Esther explained.
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