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One of his legs was broken, and he carried no less than three pistol bullets in his body; in short, it was little less than marvellous that he was able to crawl at all. The history of this miserable wretch is soon told. He had been shot down by the unerring aim of Nabley the detective, and feeling himself badly hurt, he had sought safety in flight while there was yet time.
You only suppose that." "I can answer positively for that," said a voice at the door. They turned. There stood Nabley, the detective. "Nabley!" "Nabley here!" "Himself," said the indefatigable officer, coming forward. "Hunston is with the brigands, very much with them, in fact." "That we know," said Harkaway, who then related the death of Pike, and the supposed abduction of young Jack.
"You have suffered in losing your old comrade," said Harkaway; "judge, then, if you so keenly feel the loss of a friend, what must I feel for my boy my own flesh and blood." "Yes," said Nabley; "I have suffered, but I will yet have a bitter revenge on my poor pal's murderers. He was to me a brave and true friend. Poor Pike! he was foully assassinated."
Mole might in his ardour have been tempted to draw for upon his glowing fancy, it is impossible to say, for just as he reached this point in his fanciful narration, up came Nabley. "Hullo!" he said, as he caught sight of the wounded brigand; "here's the missing man." "This," cried the rest of the people present as if with one voice.
"Right, sir," cried the detective; "they will find a powerful foe in you." "Yes, Nabley," cried Jack, "my arm is nerved for this fight, and it shall go hard with me, but I will have my revenge on those Greek devils for the murder of my poor boys." The door opened and Jefferson entered. "The very man!" exclaimed Harkaway. "What, Nabley!" said Jefferson. "What news of Harvey?" "Mr.
He heard of the bold doings of his friends Harkaway, Harvey and Jefferson, not to speak of the valuable aid of Nabley the detective, and, figuratively speaking, his very soul panted for glory. "I feel I could conquer by my single hand half-a-dozen brigands," said Mole to himself; "but still I should prefer to come across a sleeping brigand.
Nabley; "six and four are ten. Why, I could have sworn that there were eleven. Yes, certainly there was another. Where the deuce could he have got to?" The most diligent search, that is, the most diligent search possible under the circumstances, failed to find the faintest trace of the missing man. "That's the one I gave that smack in the face," said Nabley to himself.
Nabley made a significant gesture with his right arm as though stabbing violently at some unseen enemy. "What, the brave Dick seeking and taking revenge?" exclaimed Jack. "Yes. Two of the Greek brigands have fallen by his hand. The rest will follow, be sure of that; and, moreover, they never suspect whose hand has dealt the blow." "Not suspect!"
But on the morning of the third day, Nabley the detective came with a message from Dick. He had met him by appointment and brought news. There was something in Nabley's face which made Harkaway anxious to see him alone. "Now tell me, Nabley," he said, eagerly, "tell me all. How is Harvey? What does he say of the boys? What is he doing? Has he any plan of action decided?" "Gently, Mr.
Nabley had scarcely a word to say for himself. The sight of the brave Harkaway so utterly collapsed was more than he could endure. Jack rallied a little and turned again to Nabley. "Well, quick, tell me the news." And then, as Nabley still stammered, he went on "I know; save your breath. I knew it; poor boys! poor Harry and my poor brave boy Jack."
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