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Updated: May 14, 2025
Even Ah Chow remained expressionless as a mummy, though it was his head that was to be cut off. The magistrate added a few words, and the interpreter explained that Ah Chow's face having been most severely bruised by Schemmer's strap had made his identification so positive that, since one man must die, he might as well be that man.
Then he was aware that the board had come to rest, and from muscular pressures and tensions he knew that he was lying on his back. He opened his eyes. Straight above him he saw the suspended knife blazing in the sunshine. He saw the weight which had been added, and noted that one of Schemmer's knots had slipped. Then he heard the sergeant's voice in sharp command. Ah Cho closed his eyes hastily.
A jerk on a stout piece of cord loosed the blade and it dropped with a flash, neatly severing the banana trunk. "How does it work?" The sergeant, coming out on top the scaffold, had asked the question. "Beautifully," was Schemmer's exultant answer. "Let me show you." Again he turned the crank that hoisted the blade, jerked the cord, and sent the blade crashing down on the soft tree.
That blow of Schemmer's fist had been worth thousands of dollars to the Company, and no trouble ever came of it to Schemmer. The French, with no instinct for colonization, futile in their childish playgame of developing the resources of the island, were only too glad to see the English Company succeed. What matter of Schemmer and his redoubtable fist? The Chinago that died?
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