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Flinn thrust the gun aside, but he was too late to prevent the explosion, which was followed by a lamentable cry, as a huge monkey fell into Slagg's arms, knocked him over with the shock, and bounded off his breast into its native woods, shrieking. "Arrah! he's niver a bit the worse," cried Flinn, laughing, in spite of his native politeness, "it was the fright knocked him off the branch.
Flinn reminded him of the fact, however, when, soon after entering the jungle, his straw hat was blown off his head by an accidental discharge of Slagg's gun.
Poor, self-condemned Slagg admitted that he had not, and humbly attended to Flinn's instructions, after which they proceeded on their way; but it might have been observed that Flinn kept a corner of his eye steadily on his new friend during the remainder of that day, while the attenuated black kept so close to Slagg's elbow as to render the pointing of the muzzle of his gun at him an impossibility.
"Come now, Stumps," said Slagg, in a serious voice, as he sat down on the bed, put an arm round his old comrade's thin shoulders, and made him lie down, "if you go to excite yourself like that, I'll I'll quit the room, an' I won't come back for an hour or more." "No! O no!" exclaimed the sick man; clutching Slagg's arm with a trembling grip, "don't leave me, Jim don't, don't!
Had Slagg's life depended on his putting his gun to his shoulder he would have lost it, for he could not move. His fingers, however, were gifted with independent action. They gave a spasmodic jerk, and both barrels, chancing to be levelled correctly, sent their charges full into the tiger's face. Small shot may tickle a tiger but it cannot kill.
"No, I don't know it from personal experience, but I have heard a report to that effect." "Well, I was down in Jim Slagg's berth, having a chat with him about the nature of electric currents for he has a very inquiring mind, and somehow we diverged to ghosts, and began to talk of the ghost of the Great Eastern.
They had, indeed, duties to perform like the rest, but the moment chanced to be with them a brief period of relaxation, which they devoted to skylarking. "Hallo who have you got here?" demanded a large clumsy youth, knocking off Slagg's cap as he asked the question.
It is said that fortune favours the brave, and on that occasion the proverb was verified. There can be no question that our friend Jim Slagg was brave. All Irishmen are courageous, therefore it is equally certain that Flinn was brave, and the attenuated black could not have been otherwise than brave, else he would not have continued to enjoy himself in the dangerous neighbourhood of Slagg's gun.
It is sad to be obliged to record that, Slagg's companions being already asleep, this tremendous and original piece of pleasantry was literally cast upon the waters, where it probably made no impression whatever on the inhabitants of the slumbering sea. Events of the most singular description are often prefaced by incidents of the most commonplace character.
It may, however, be advisable to add, that Stumps did not die; that joy of heart, good feeding, and perhaps the doctor, brought him round, and that he afterwards went to the country to spend the period of convalescence in the cottage by the roadside, with Slagg's mother. Now, it is not in the nature of things that man, in his present state, should attain to full satisfaction.
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