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"Yes; it is simple." "Then step to the door. But, Tomba!" "Si, señor." "Do not let any wild plan run through your mind that you will open the door suddenly, bolt through it and close it in my face. Do you still feel the creese? Well, I am on the alert!" In truth that had been Vicente Tomba's very plan.
Accordingly the test was made. "Why, certainly, the fellow is Tomba," replied Hyman, "though he looks a lot different, sir, from the dandy who was talking to me last Tuesday night." Captain Cortland asked all three of the non-commissioned officers some further questions as they stood there.
"Thank you; I never picked up the vice," Sergeant Hal answered, but he said it good-naturedly, for he had an object now in not provoking the enemy. "So? You call smoking a vice?" "The vice of pigs," declared Hal, but again he laughed good-humoredly. "Oh, I do not mind your insolence," replied Tomba, striking a match and holding it to the end of the cigarette in his mouth.
Scarcely, however, had it been got over the bows than with a loud splash it fell into the water free of the chain. "Ali Tomba, you or your people have played us that trick!" exclaimed the boatswain. The serang made no answer, but a cry of mocking laughter was heard from several quarters. Roger Trew, lead in hand, flew to the chains. He gave one heave. "No bottom," he cried.
"Yet I am quick, Tomba, and before they can finish me, I shall have settled my score with you for good and all." "And thrown away your own life?" "You forget that I am a soldier, Tomba. I am inclined to feel that it will be worth even my own life to make sure that you are where you can no longer plot against the American Government." "But your own life, Señor Sergente?"
He was brought along on purpose. Probably he was threatened with having his throat cut if he didn't do what he was told by the scoundrels. Then, while some of the natives were passing food and drink through the bars to Tomba and the prisoners, Jones must have had his attention attracted."
Crowe and Cavalcaselle, and Dr. Zorzon da Castelfranco. La sua origine, la sua morte e tomba, by Dr. Georg Gronau. Venice, 1894. It would seem, therefore, desirable to efface the name of Barbarelli from the catalogues. The National Gallery, for example, registers Giorgione's work under this name. The translation given is that of Blashfield and Hopkins's edition. Bell, 1897.
It was decided to wait until it was about two o'clock in the morning, as at that hour the dwarfs were most generally asleep, Tomba said. They always stayed up quite late, sitting around camp-fires, and eating the meat which the hunters brought in each day. But their carousings generally ended at midnight, the black said, and then they fell into a heavy sleep.
Huddled in the back of the cell where I personally put Tomba last night crouched this shivery little object, looking as if he expected to be called upon to face a firing squad." Captain Cortland had leaped to his feet, looking mightily concerned. "But, Mr. Ray, where is Tomba?" "I wish with all my heart that I knew, sir," replied the officer of the day, even more disturbed than his superior.
It had been decided that as soon as the first alarm was given by the dwarfs, which would probably be when Tom broke into the hut, the firing would begin. "Open!" called Tom to Tomba, and the big black dashed his club through the grass curtain over the doorway of the hut. He fairly leaped inside, with a cry of battle on his lips. "Mr. Illingway! Mrs. Illingway!" called Tom, "We've come to save you.
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