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"You may bring him back dead, but alive you'll never get him into that boat, depend on it," answered Captain Rendall, laughing. "However, take care he is not too much for you; for those bears are cunning fellows, remember; and I should advise you to take a couple of muskets, and some tough lances." "Never fear, sir," answered the mate, preparing to lower a boat.
"Has he said anything to you?" asked my cousin when he had called the doctor aside. Dr. Rendall smiled under his grey moustache. "He offered me L200 in gold to be paid on the nail if I would let him loose. We must have a dig for that money to-morrow, Whiteclett." "Anything else?"
For "that hand" I decided I must certainly substitute "those hands." I had always thought there was more than one in it, and now I felt surer of this than ever. With the back of my head, as they say, I heard Dr. Rendall go into dinner and then come out again into the hall, and then I heard him, instead of coming into the smoking room, open and shut the front door.
"Peter, remember we have been in a worse position before, and He saved us. He may, if He wills it, save us again." "But how are we ever to get back to the ship, with only one boat to carry us?" asked some one. "Captain Rendall is not a man likely to desert his people," observed David. "The ship will come back and take us off, when the gale is over no fear of that, mates."
Rendall not to make any indiscreet enquiries of his patient regarding his family, and also to appeal with success to a certain influential gentleman in the Government for permission to dump you in these prohibited islands. You, of course, know nothing of these steps. You have just recovered from a severe attack of delirium tremens " "My dear uncle!" I gasped, "is that Sir James's idea?"
But we were in the hall now and the next moment another gentleman appeared. "Here's Dr. Rendall," said Mr. O'Brien, and I bowed again. "My name is Mr. Roger Merton," I explained. "I have taken the liberty of calling upon you." "Come into my study, Mr. Merton," said Dr. Rendall. He spoke in a friendly enough voice, but if there was not a trace of suspicion in his eye too, I am greatly mistaken.
"If I don't find Letty this very morning," said Tom, "I shall apply for a warrant to search your house: my uncle Rendall will give me one." Godfrey smiled a smile of scorn, turned from him as a wise man turns from a fool, and went out of the gate.
Rendall was no expert in antiquarian matters, and yet had sufficient respect for those who were to give them every encouragement and make all allowances for any irregularity in their hours caused thereby. Mr. Mr. Hobhouse moreover talked in his garrulous way of adding his own modest contribution to this literature in the shape of a monograph on the antiquities of Ransay.
Rendall who conversed with the innocent-looking Thomas Sylvester Hobhouse. On the face of it this was obviously to be explained by his suspicions of the stranger. But of what did he suspect him? Of being a German spy, as he professed? Or of being what he was? That was the whole point, and it seemed to me that getting him arrested and removed was equally consistent with either alternative.
"As for the Scollay family nothing against them whatever, except that they live at a lonely spot on the shore, which I should say was rather their misfortune than their fault." "And the old boy on the road, who, Miss Rendall declared, doesn't exist?" "How long did you give her to run over all the inhabitants of the island? Did she look up a list of them, or a rent roll or anything?"
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