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Do you know, Mr. Oscard, you are quite a celebrity? I heard you called the 'big-game man' the other day, also the 'travelling fellow." The specimen smiled happily under this delicate handling. "It is not," he said modestly, "a very lofty fame. Anybody could let off a rifle." "I am afraid I could not," replied Millicent, with a pretty little shudder of horror, "if anything growled." "Mr.
Durnovo threw himself down heavily on the bed. There was a punishment sufficient to expiate all his sins in the effort he saw that Guy Oscard had had to make before he touched him. He turned his face away. "I haven't eaten anything for twenty-four hours," he said, with a whistling intonation.
No word, however, was popularly whispered connecting her name with that of any other swain nearer home. Miss Chyne was too much of a woman of the world to allow that. But, in the meantime, she rather liked diamond aigrettes and the suppressed devotion of Guy Oscard.
"I will send over to the factory for Maurice," said the girl. "He has been hard at work getting together your men. If your telegram had not come he was going up to the Plateau himself." Oscard looked slightly surprised. That did not sound like Maurice Gordon. "I believe you are almost capable of going yourself," said the big man with a slow smile.
He caused a temporary roof of palm-leaves to be laid on the charred beams, and within the principal room the very room where the three organisers of the great Simiacine scheme had first laid their plans he set up his simple camp furniture. Oscard was too great a traveller, too experienced a wanderer, to be put out of temper by this enforced rest. The men had worked very well hitherto.
"Only ourselves," returned Oscard. "You, Joseph, and I." "That is all right, and the sooner we forget that the better. It would be a dangerous story to tell." "So I concluded," said Oscard, in his slow, thoughtful way. "Joseph swears he won't breathe a word of it." Jack Meredith nodded. He looked rather pale beneath the light of the gas. "Joseph is all right," he said. "Go on."
At this moment the kettle boiled over, and Marie had to turn away to attend to her duties. When she came back Oscard was looking, not at Nestorius, but at her. "We spent four days at Msala," he said, in a tone that meant that he had more to tell her. "Yes?" "The place is in ruins, as you know." She nodded with a peculiar little twist of the lips as if he were hurting her.
Durnovo looked quite fit for the task he set himself. He had regained his strength on the voyage, and with returning muscular force his moral tone was higher, his influence over men greater. Amidst the pallid sons of the pavement among whom Guy Oscard had moved of late, this African traveller was a man apart a being much more after his own heart.
"Because I know you both," she answered. "For him 'better not' stands for 'must. With you 'better not' means 'doesn't matter." "'Better not' is so weak that if one pits duty against it it collapses. I cannot leave Oscard in the lurch, especially after his prompt action in coming to my relief." "Yes," she replied guardedly. "I like Mr. Oscard's way of doing things."
The strength of the elder man was unnatural it frightened the younger and stronger combatant. At last Guy Oscard got his knee on his father's neck, and bent his wrist back until he was forced to let go his hold on the bottle. "Get back to bed!" said the son breathlessly. "Get back to bed." Thomas Oscard suddenly changed his tactics.
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