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Hal, despite his grit, felt a start of terror. Cold sweat was now gathering on his forehead. "You refused my friendship some days ago," continued Tomba. "You did not know how valuable it might be." "Can the friendship of a scoundrel like you ever be valuable?" asked Overton. "In the present case it would be worth a little to you your life!"
Then, without answering Hal's remark, the Filipino clutched at the white man's arm, shoving him out into the rain. The native followed. Just then a cochero with an empty quilez drove up. With instant presence of mind Vicente Tomba, as the dandy had called himself, held up his hand. It was all done in an instant, and native and white friend were driving away through the gusts of rain.
You know, sir, it has been permitted that native prisoners be allowed to have their friends come and bring them their native food and coffee." "I know," nodded Captain Cortland. "But that rule, gentlemen, is revoked from this minute. Thanks to that rule Tomba has gotten away from us." "I hope you don't suspect Sergeant Jones, Cortland," interposed Captain Freeman.
And his friend Terry is not with him. That pair, back to back, might put up a hard fight but one alone should be easy for our bravos. Then, another day, we can plan to get the Sergente Terry." Hal was not quite in Bantoc when a Tagalo on a pony rode by him at a gallop. Hal glanced at the fellow indolently, but did not recognize him, as it was not Tomba, but one of that worthy's messengers.
The captives and Tomba were right in front of him. At the airship, which loomed up in the flashes from the guns and electric rifle, Tom's friends were giving battle. About them swarmed the hordes of savages, with more of the imps pouring in every moment. "Get aboard!" cried Tom to the missionaries. "Get on the airship, and we'll move out of this!"
Tell Captain Cortland who the fellow is." "You are both certain that the man is Tomba?" inquired Captain Cortland keenly. "Yes, sir," both young sergeants declared, and Hal added: "There's Corporal Hyman up forward, sir. If you'll go up and speak to the corporal, and allow us to accompany you, sir, you can see whether Hyman knows the fellow. He, too, was approached by Tomba, at the nipa barracks."
"De captain good man, no doubt about dat; too good for dis world, and for manage such rascal as Ali Tomba and his people." "Well, Potto," said I, "I believe you, at all events; but if you have nothing more to say, I must try to find a cooler spot than this. I am almost roasted, and feel that I could not stand it many minutes longer." "No; I have told all I know," said Potto.
"What part is Draney playing with you brown-skinned men?" Tomba again shrugged his shoulders, this time more mockingly. "Señor Draney serves the same cause that I do," laughed the Filipino. "And what cause is that?" "His purse." "Then, in other words, Tomba, you are not even a Filipino patriot. You are merely a twentieth-century type of pirate."
He sang Bret Harte's "Jim" in a very effective manner, and he often sang the epitaph on Shakespeare's tomb, "Good friend, for Jesus sake forbeare," as a recitative, both in English and Italian, In questa tomba. He seemed to bring out a hidden force in his singing, which was not apparent on ordinary occasions.
However, as Tomba was now giving directions, telling Tom when to go to the left or the right, as the wind currents deflected they were certain of soon reaching the place where Mr. and Mrs. Illingway were concealed, if they were still alive. The Black Hawk was moving slowly, and was not under as good control as if she had been making ninety miles an hour.
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