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Updated: May 25, 2025
It was cowardly of me to speak like this; but you must remember that I had been in "Captain Sharp's" hands the night before, and I was still terrified by his threat "When I know, Your neck'll go Like so."
That will help you remember 'When I know, Your neck'll go Like so'" He gave a sharp little twist of his hand upon my Adam's apple. I was terrified. I don't know what I said; my tongue seemed to wither on its stalk. The Captain walked to his horse, and remounted. "Come along, boys," he said. The line of horses started off again. A hand fell upon my shoulder, and a voice spoke kindly to me.
"That I will, sir, ready enough," making room on the seat beside him. "You be bruised bad, sir," he said sympathetically, as his passenger climbed to his place, with a twisted face and uttering blasphemies under his breath. "Damned badly," he answered. "No bones broken, however." "That cut on your cheek and neck'll need plasterin', sir." "That's a scratch. Thorn bush," curtly.
"I've located things," he said, with an air of deep satisfaction. "Guess we'll make Mr. 'Lord' James hunt his hole 'fore we're thro' with him. I figger a rawhide fixed neat about his neck'll 'bout meet his case. An' say, I've news fer you. Ther's some o' his boys around. He's jest right in ther' wher' you ken see that biggish light," he went on, pointing at the illuminated square of a window.
"You're a clever rogue, Darby," he said. "Your neck'll never be in a rope, but your fingers will untie the knot! And now, where'll you put him?" Flavia tapped her foot on the floor; foreseeing, perhaps, what was coming. "Put his honour?" Darby repeated, rubbing his bald head. "Ay, sure, where'll we put him? May it be long before the heavens is his bed!
"Have you ever read Monte Cristo?" sez I. "No," sez she. "Then don't you do it," sez I. "Your head's about as far turned now as your neck'll stand, an' what you ought to do is to learn how to cook an' sew." She looked at me with her eyes snappin', but in a second her face broke into a grin. "The' ain't a mite o' use in your tryin' that," sez she.
He strode off again, to speak to another man. I heard some one laugh a little, and then the Captain came back to me. He took me by the throat as before, and again shook me. "You listen to me," he said, grimly. "If you breathe so much as one word of what you've seen to-night well I shall know. D'ye hear? I shall know. And when I know well your little neck'll go. There's poetry.
And I says this: that I hopes my daddy's neck'll be twisted by the rope, I hopes that I never sees him again" her voice was raised high above the whistling wind and dashing rain "I hopes," she finished, "that his soul'll shrivel in hell " "Stop! stop!" muttered Frederick. "Why are you saying such things?"
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