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"D'ye know, I believe you are not far wrong," said Simkin, gravely; "and it is encouraging to know that Temptation's out o' the way, for I feel that the other devil has got me by the throat even now, and that it's him as has weakened me so much." "That's it, friend. You've got the truth by the tail now, so hold on; but, at the same time, don't be too hard on Craving.
Impatient of the delay, the fiery man struck him so savagely with the spear-shaft that even his own comrades remonstrated. "If I could only burst this cord!" growled Simkin between his teeth, "I'd " He stopped, for he felt that it was unmanly, as well as idle, to boast in the circumstances. "We must have patience, comrade," said Stevenson, as he rose pale and bloodstained from the ground.
"If He kills His people, He takes them away from the evil to come, and death is but a door-way into glory. If he sends grief and suffering, it is that they may at last reach a higher state of joy." "Pooh! according to that view, nothing can go wrong with them that you call His people," said Simkin, with contempt.
That's what I call circumwentin', d'ee see?" While this palaver was going on, Stevenson and Bill Simkin were standing a short way off taking observation of something in the far distance. In a few minutes they ran towards their comrades with the information that a band of men were visible on the horizon, moving, they thought, in an opposite direction to their line of march.
There were soldiers, sailors, and civilians; men, women, and children. Amongst the first, Rattling Bill Simkin walked to the front his moral courage restored to an equality with his physical heroism and put down his name.
"No more am I, Moses," returned Rattling Bill, with something of the jovially reckless air still lingering on his solemnised visage. "But we've not much chance of getting back to the zerebas without arms." "What d'ee call that?" asked Moses, holding out his chopper. "A very good weapon to fight the bush with," answered Simkin, "but not worth much against Arab spears.
That very sensible woman did not send it back with a cutting message, as some people would have done. Having considerable Indian experience, she had learned practical wisdom and the short-sighted folly of cutting messages. She kept the bridecake, and enclosed to the gallant captain Gosslett's bill for the dozen of simkin that excellent firm had sent in to wash it down wherewithal.
"Nothin's the matter wi' me, old man 'cept " Here he indulged in another chuckle. "Goin' mad, with over-fatigue," said Simkin, looking suspiciously at him. "Ay, that's it, messmate, clean mad wi' over-fatigue." He wiped his eyes with the hairy back of his hand, for the chuckling, being hearty, had produced a few tears. "No, but really, Jack, what is it you're laughing at?" asked Armstrong.
I have bin soakin' away, right and left, since I came to this country, in spite o' warnin's from you and other men like you, and now I feel as if all my boasted strength was goin' out at my heels." Stevenson was silent. "Why don't you say `I told you so?" asked Simkin, sharply. "Because I never say that!
"Do the nights vary much?" asked Armstrong, who was still busy with his knife and fork. "Of course they do," returned the man. "Sometimes you have it quite chilly after a hot day. Other times you have it suffocatin' like the Black Hole of Calcutta as it'll be to-night." "What sort o' hole was that?" asked Simkin, whose knowledge of history was not extensive.
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