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The Doctor had been pondering, and had made up his mind to a certain course; he bent over the table, and said, "I think, on the whole, that it is better to let you all know the worst. That man whom we saw on the cliff last night I met afterwards, alone, down on the shore, and that man is no other than the one you speak of, Captain Touan."
"There's five long guns in my hall, and there's five long lads can use 'em," he said. "By-the-bye, Captain Desborough, let me congratulate you on the short work you made with that gang to the north, the other day. I am sorry to hear that the principal rascal of the lot, Captain Touan, gave you the slip."
His companion is a young fellow, described as being more like a beautiful woman than a man, and bearing the most singular likeness in features to the great Captain Touan himself, who, as you have heard, is a handsome dog. In short, there is very little doubt that they are father and son." Tom thought to himself, "Who on earth can this be? What son can George Hawker have, and we not know of it?"
"And is there any possibility of such a thing?" asked Mary. "Why not? Why should he not pay us the compliment of looking round this way?" "Why do they call him Touan, Tom?" asked Charles. "Can't, you see," said Tom, "the Touan, the little grey flying squirrel, only begins to fly about at night, and slides down from his bough sudden and sharp.
This fellow has made some of his most terrible raids at night, and so he got the name of Touan." "God deliver us from such monsters!" said Mary, and left the room. She went into the kitchen. Lee sat there smoking. When she came in he rose, and, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, touched his forehead and stood looking at her. "Now then, old friend," she said, "come here." He followed her out.
Some one of the many sleepers, with that strange hoarse voice peculiar to those who talk in their dreams, said, with singular energy and distinctness, "I will go, sir; they will call me coward." "That's young Mr. Hawker, sir," said the trooper. "His sweetheart's brother, Mr. Mayford, was killed by them yesterday. The head of this very gang, sir, that villain Touan his name is Hawker.
"You are aware, ladies, that there has been a gang of bushrangers out to the north, headed by a miscreant, whom his companions call Touan, but whose real name is a mystery." Mrs. Buckley said, "Yes;" and Tom glanced at Mary. She had grown as pale as death, and Tom said, "Courage, cousin; don't be frightened at a name."
"I know," she said. "It was that horrible villain they call Touan." "The same man," he answered. "Do you know who he is?" She found somehow breath to say, "How can I? How is it possible?" "I will tell you," said Lee. "There, sitting in front of Mr. Troubridge, hardly altered in all these long years, sat George Hawker, formerly of Drumston, your husband!"
"No less a man than Captain Touan, my dear cousin!" said Tom, leaning back with the air of a man who has made a point, and would be glad to hear "what you have to say to that, sir." "Touan?" repeated Mary. "Why, that's the great bushranger, that is out to the north; is it not?" "The same man, cousin! And there I sat hob and nob with him for half an hour in the 'Lake George' public-house.
"Shows her sense, sir. What she means is, that you ought to hear what she and I have heard; and I mean to tell you more than I have her. If she knew everything, I am afraid it would kill her." "Ay! I know nothing as yet, you know." Lee in the first place put him in possession of what we already know the fact of Hawker's reappearance, and his identity with "The Touan;" then he paused.
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