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'Let nobody be aware that you bear this letter, Roland whispered when an opportunity offered. The Lifter raised his finger to his lips. It appears that Murfrey, whose eyes were ever on the alert, noticed that Roland gave some injunctions to The Lifter, and he likewise observed the latter lay his finger upon his lips.
'The first man or woman that makes a move to hinder me, I will shoot. Murfrey stood irresolute, then moved a step nearer to the tree, whereupon Roland promptly covered him with his weapon. This was more than the bully had looked for; and upon noticing that no one seemed disposed to assist, he turned away and joined the group.
The Lifter will tell you all about it. When The Lifter reached his room Roland noticed that his arm was in a sling, and learnt full tidings of the attack upon the negro, and how the captain was absent from home in pursuit of the prey. Joe Murfrey, who had been in league with the old woman and Silent Poll, assisted by Rev. Mr.
The chief did not reply or make any demonstration of violence as they all evidently imagined that he would. Murfrey looked meaningly at his captain; and then rushing from the table, approached our hero. He had his hand in his hip pocket, and there was a gleam of brutal ferocity in his face. Roland immediately drew his pistol. 'Ruffian, he cried, 'I am always prepared.
'How long do you propose keeping him there? The captain did not reply, but Murfrey made answer. 'Perhaps an hour, perhaps two. But what is it of your business? Do you wish to get strung up? 'It is so far my business, that if I can release him, not ten seconds longer will he hang there; and saying these words he strode towards the tree.
Turning upon his heel the chief strode away. 'You have my word, is all that he said. Roland then perceived that the captain in a stern voice gave certain commands when he joined the group. Murfrey, with a dogged countenance, descended the pit; the respectable Mr. Sykes followed him; and a little later the giant figure of the chief himself disappeared into the hole. 'I was lis'neen.
'We will deal with this fellow at some other time. I have a different matter on hand now. Take this rope and fasten an end of it to his arm, pointing to The Lifter. The poor wretch knew that some horrible punishment was in store for him, and his face grew deadly pale. Otherwise he showed no sign of terror. Murfrey fastened the cord, securely, as directed, and stood awaiting further instructions.
'The living cannot subsist by the dead, murmured the Rev. Mr. Jonas. 'Even though our poor brother lies ready-tombed we shall begin our repast, thankful that our unworthy lives still exercise His care. 'Here's brimstone and blazes to the whelp in hell, shouted Murfrey, as he swallowed nigh upon a tumbler of brandy.
Where off, Lifter? This was Murfrey, with rage, hate and apprehension written in his face. 'I am away from the bush forever. If nothing better happens, Joe, I'll give myself up to the law. 'And where are you off, Nancy? 'To seek an honourable life. In a way, I leave this place stainless, and I go to give myself back to my father.
He stood close to the mouth of the pit looking first at Nancy, and then upon Roland. The jealous glare setted the point in our hero's mind. The disguised ruffian was Murfrey. The next moment out popped a sleek, respectable looking personage, carrying a Bible under his arm, and a walking stick in his hand.
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