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Then through silver silences a muttering was borne to him, a great lingering roar made and augmented by a million little whispers. The Old Roke himself, taking toll at the edge of his dominions. Nothing could approach the lonely terror of that utterance. He ran forward and threw himself on his knees at the very brink of that cracked and mauled sea cliff.
Brice lowered his voice and said to the sulking Roke: "That collie belongs to Mr. Standish. I did you a good turn it seems by keeping you from stealing him. You'd have been in a worse fix than you are now, if Mr. Standish had come over here to-day and found him on the island." Roke did not deign to reply, but moved a little farther from the speaker. "At this rate," said Brice pleasantly.
Milo and Roke stirred convulsively, as if scandalized that any one should dare speak with such impudence to Hade. Rodney himself all but lost the eternal smile from his thin lips: and his voice was less suave than usual as he said: "I don't care for impertinence, especially from employees. You will bear that in mind. Now you will answer my question. Where did I see you?"
It was as though he had risen from the earth itself. With lightning swiftness, he attached himself to Rodney's throat and right arm, from behind. Hade gave a convulsive start, and, with his free hand reached back for his pistol. At the same time Roke seized the dwarfish stranger. Then, two things happened, at once.
He knew, too, from the speech of Hade's which she had just repeated. that Standish presumably had had no part in the attempted murder, but that that detail had been devised by Hade for Roke to put into execution. Nor. evidently had Davy been let into the secret by Roke. In a few seconds Brice had revised his ideas as to the afternoon's adventures, and had come to a sudden decision.
The contrast was marked between the heavy-lying peace of the inner harbor and that hungry reverberation from without of waters seeking fresh holds along a mutilated coast. On damp nights when the wind hauled to the southeast, men stood still in their tracks, and said, simply, "There's the Old Roke," as if it was the Old Man of the Sea himself. The sound was a living personality in their ears.
I supposed he was shipping it North in some way. Roke says that Rodney kept it there because, when he got it all, he was going to foreclose and kick us out, and then dispose of it at his leisure. The swine!" "Oh!" "The crypt seems to have been a part of our own cellar till it was walled off. It " "But how in the world did Roke?" "He was with the crew.
Let him turn his back on that prospect as he would, the Old Roke would scandalize him still. A man overtaken by deadly sickness, he resolved upon any sacrifice to effect a cure. On the morrow he presented himself at the jeweler's and asked to be shown the necklace. "It is sold at last," said the jeweler, going through the motions of washing his hands. "Sold? Who to?"
If only you didn't speak as if you were trying to save words on a telegram. Here's the chap you'd ordered to be cruising in the offing as my escort, eh?" as the barefoot roustabout reached the porch. "All right. Good-by." Leaving the grumbling and muttering Roke scowling after him. Brice stepped out onto the sand to meet the newcomer.
As he finished speaking, he turned his icy smile upon Gavin Brice. "Roke signaled a fruit boat, Mr. Brice," said he, "and came over to where my yacht was lying, to tell me you had gotten loose. That was why I came here, tonight. He seems to think you know more than a man should know and yet stay alive. And, as a rule, he is apt to be right. He "
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