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"You had a pretty good argument," I commented, lighting the cigar, although my head throbbed so painfully that I knew I would not enjoy the smoke. "I'm afraid I won't be able to have any plan to help you get away with the gold and so earn my own life." "My dear Mr. Trenholm, I'm sorry you didn't go down in the Kut Sang. Really I am, for you know I took quite a fancy to you in Manila.
I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. "Then the Kut Sang didn't go down at all," said Thirkle's voice. "Nice job you two will have getting clear of this place with the gold now. Our dear friend, Mr. Trenholm isn't alone, I'll bet a hat on that." "Bet yer hat with the devil himself for all the good it will bring," growled Buckrow. "This ain't none of your affair, Mr.
I'm afraid that I'll have to write my own memoirs, but for posthumous publication, of course." "I'm sure I would like to read them. You have turned murder into a fine art you should have been a contemporary of the Borgias." "Do you know, Mr. Trenholm, I have thought of something like that myself. I am quite proud of my success.
"Here is what I'll say: 'Captain Riggs wishes it understood that, after setting this message adrift, he and Trenholm and Rajah determined to die fighting rather than go to their doom at the pleasure of Thirkle and his men. As this is launched upon the waters of the China Sea, the whole story is not told, and we are confident that the Devil's Admiral and some of his men will yet die."
"But what surprised me most," he resumed, disregarding my remark, "was that I purchased a ticket in the Kut Sang at all. I looked for a trap there, and if the game hadn't been so big I might have quit at the last minute." "I am sure I don't know what you are talking about." "My dear Mr. Trenholm! Really, your attitude offends me.
"That's my vote," assented Petrak, grinning at Thirkle. "No argument there, Bucky." "Then, lay on again, ye fool," growled Buckrow, turning to the sacks once more. "Cuss ye, Reddy, yer goin' to side with Thirkle ag'in' me, I can see that." They picked up a sack and staggered into the cañon with it, and Thirkle grinned at me, and lit his cigar again. "See that, Mr. Trenholm?
"Because they have just refused me, my dear sir allow me the Rev. Luther Meeker of the London Evangelical Society," and he gave me a card which had seen considerable service. "Trenholm is my name. Sorry I haven't a card. Equally sorry, Mr. Meeker, that you have been refused passage in the Kut Sang. Excuse me, but I am in a hurry."
"We ought to keep close together, Mr. Trenholm, and fight together." Assuring him that I had no intention of leaving him with Rajah, I went up the trail a few rods, and as I was about to turn back I saw a level stretch ahead, where the trail of the pirates led away from the bed of the stream into a patch of high, thick grass.
No more soldiering, Petrak: and see that ye keep yer jaw battened down, Mr. Trenholm, or I'll take a hand in this that ye won't relish and attend to ye in a way ye won't fancy." "Ye'll play fair with me, won't ye, Thirkle?" asked Petrak. "Fair as ye deserve. Move along with that cargo." Petrak began to whine to himself, and I said nothing more until we went in with the last sack.
We can play fair on that score, can't we, Bucky? Not for me and he'd have ye and " "Oh, stop yer whining and lying!" said Thirkle. "It was yer own pelt ye took care of, and now ye want to get thick with Bucky, but it won't do ye a bit of good, Reddy. He'll do for us all now; but if ye got any sense stir up Mr. Trenholm here and find what's become of the ship and his mates.
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