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I shall not be satisfied till the Harkaways and the Harveys are destroyed root and branch-till the other accursed detective, Nabley, his American friend Jefferson, the negroes, the wooden-legged ass Mole, till every one of the party is swept away out of my path.
The wounded man, half blind as he was and frightened out of what little sense remained to him, took the black bottle for another revolver such as Nabley had carried; and having a wholesome dread of that terrible weapon, he cowered down, hiding his face on the ground. "Don't be violent," exclaimed the wretched Mole. "Mercy, mercy!" implored the brigand.
"Dirk Harvey bids you keep your courage up," said Nabley; "not to be downcast. It is quite time enough to be down upon our luck when we find out that the worst is true. The boys may yet live." "No, no," cried Jack; "I fear my poor boys are no more." "Let us hope they still live, but meanwhile, Mr. Harvey has treated the brigands as though the worst was true." "How?"
"No, his game has been and will continue to be picking them off in single file. He meets one of them alone, and Harvey makes sure of him by his own strong right arm." "Oh, brave Harvey," said Jack. "Yes," said Nabley, "it is revenge. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; and I for one should like to see the whole gang food for kites and wolves."
They will learn to respect the name of Jack Harkaway in this miserable land and to rue the day that they molested anyone of us. Thirty-two aye, and the rest shall follow, as sure as my name is Who goes there! Speak! By Heaven, stop! Nabley just in time, but silence." Theodora now made her way with all speed to the waterside prison, to which allusion has been previously made.
Harkaway will tell you all," answered the detective; "my time's up. Follow me as quickly as you can." "Off with you," said Harkaway, growing quite excited at the prospect of a brush with the enemy. "The fig-tree grove," said Nabley. "Understood." And off went the detective.
They were five. The enemy only three. As a rule, these ruffians were not deficient in bulldog courage and ferocity, but this desperate fighting had surprised and frightened them. "Yield, ruffians, to better men than yourselves." They paused. "To pause is death," cried Jack Harkaway, in a loud voice. As the last word was spoken, up went the two rifles. "Nabley," cried the American.
"Yes, Nabley; he was cowardly shot by the villain Toro. But do the brigands know who is now taking revenge on them?" "Yes; it is told them in black and white. A paper fixed to each carrion carcase tells that this is another proof of Harkaway's vengeance." Jack's face flushed crimson at these words. "Well done, Dick; well done, brave old boy," he muttered; "well done!".
Harkaway, gently," said the detective; "you overpower me." "Oh, Nabley, I say " "There, there! don't be impatient. I'll give it all out as fast as ever I can." "I don't want all," interrupted Jack Harkaway, passionately. "How are my boys? Answer that. Are they safe? No, no! I read it in your face." And then he dropped heavily into a chair, looking the picture of misery and despair.
"Now," said Nabley, "we must bait the trap well. I'll be the bait." "You?" "Yes." "But why should you have so dangerous a post?" "I prefer it," said Nabley, quietly; "besides, although alone, I shall have some staunch and valuable friends with me." "You speak in paradoxes, Mr. Nabley."
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