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Updated: June 19, 2025
Iff the man iss dead, he iss just as well left there." "If he iss dead he cannot harm me, and I would like to see the man I have killed." "Ugh!" grunted Morgan, and crawled on, legs first. Trevna wormed along up the tunnel, groping cautiously in front of him at each forward lurch, and at last his hands fell on what he sought, and at the same moment he began sneezing again.
"Thousand devils!" cried John Drillot. "Heavens an' earth!" gasped Evan Morgan. John Trevna gazed open-mouthed, for he had little breath left in him. And from the black mouth of the tunnel the strange and terrible figure of the dead man looked quietly down at them and filled them with amazement. Trevna's heavy charge had blown in the top of the skull.
"Shoot, John, shoot! He iss here," he yelled, and laid himself flat to give Trevna his chance. And Trevna, between two sneezes, picked up his gun, though he could see nothing to shoot at, and ran the barrel forward above Morgan's head and fired, and the roar of it in that confined space came near to deafening them both.
Occasionally a hollow sound came booming down the tunnel, when one or other grunted out a word of objurgation on the narrowness of things, but for the most part they wormed along in silence, Morgan shifting forward his lamp, foot by foot, and straining his eyes into the darkness ahead, Trevna close behind with his gun at full cock and ready for instant action.
"Pardi, yes, mon gars! Shoot straight, and the Island will thank you," asserted John Drillot. "Ant for Heaven's sake, John Trevna, see you ton't shoot me behint by mistake," urged Evan Morgan; and they disappeared slowly into the tunnel, while the other two stood waiting expectantly in the well.
When Evan Morgan's wriggling legs came slowly out of the tunnel, John Drillot and Peter Vaudin were almost dancing with excitement, and their first surprise was the sight of him when, by rights, John Trevna should have been the one to come out first. "Well then? What have you done? And where is John Trevna?" cried John Drillot. "Ach! He iss a fool.
It was only their repugnance at handling it that made their task a heavy one. One above and one below, they managed at last to get it up above ground, and then John Trevna slipped his belt to its middle, and carried it with one hand down the slope to the boat.
Pull close up, Philip " "Not in my boat, John Drillot!" from Peter. "We must take this to the Sénéchal," said John angrily. "If you don't want to come you can wait here. If you don't make less noise, I will knock you on the head myself," and he jumped down into the boat, and took the dead man from Trevna, and laid him carefully in the bows.
John Trevna shot him, but he had been dead a long time before that, though he was alive last night, for Peter had hold of his leg as he ran." "And where is the other the one you went for?" "He's not on L'Etat, anyway, ma fille," and they lifted the body on to a piece of sailcloth, and carried it off through the tunnel for the Sénéchal to look into.
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