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Moreover, North was to sail in the Lady Franklin, and might put in execution his threats of official complaint, unless he was carefully dealt with. To put Dawes again to the torture would be to show to Troke and his friends that the "Commandant's wife" had acted without the "Commandant's authority", and that must not be shown. He would now return and patch up a peace.
"Hullo!" says Troke, running to the heap of clothes, "the young 'un's slipped his wind!" Kirkland was dead. "Throw him off!" says Burgess, aghast at the unfortunate accident; and Gabbett reluctantly untied the thongs that bound Rufus Dawes. Two constables were alongside him in an instant, for sometimes newly tortured men grew desperate.
"Tried to bolt, eh! Must stop that. Fifty lashes, Troke. Tell Macklewain to be ready or stay, I'll tell him myself I'll break the young devil's spirit, blank him." "Yes, sir," said Troke. "Good evening, sir." "Troke pick out some likely man, will you? That last fellow you had ought to have been tied up himself. His flogging wouldn't have killed a flea."
Get on, my man, and look sharp, or I'll tie you up and give you fifty for yourself, as sure as God made little apples." "Go on, Dawes," whispered Kirkland again. "I don't mind." Rufus Dawes lifted the cat, swung it round his head, and brought its knotted cords down upon the white back. "Wonn!" cried Troke. The white back was instantly striped with six crimson bars. Kirkland stifled a cry.
Deep roars from Schenke somewhere in the rear! Now, labouring still to Takia's 'troke! 'troke! we had the foam of the German's stern wash at our blades! "Come away, Hilda's!" . . . "Shake her up, there!" . . . "Hilda-h! Hilda-h!" Takia took no outward heed of the cries. He was staring stolidly ahead, bending to the pulse of the boat. No outward heed but 'troke! 'troke! came faster from his lips.
Burgess, white with rage, rang the bell that summoned his convict servant. "Show Mr. North out," he said, "and go down to the Barracks, and tell Troke that Kirkland is to have a hundred lashes to-morrow. I'll show you who's master here, my good sir." "I'll report this to the Government," said North, aghast. "This is murderous." "The Government may go to , and you, too!" roared Burgess. "Get out!"
"Stop!" cried North. "Captain Burgess, I call upon you to stop." "You're rather late, Mr. North," retorted Burgess. "The punishment is nearly over." "Wonn!" cried Troke again; and North stood by, biting his nails and grinding his teeth, during six more lashes. Kirkland ceased to yell now, and merely moaned.
Thus commanded, Troke, with a hasty growl of its "being no affair of his, and he hoped Mrs. Frere would tell the captain how it happened" flung open the door of a cell on the right hand of the doorway. It was so dark that, at first, Sylvia could distinguish nothing but the outline of a framework, with something stretched upon it that resembled a human body.
"Oh, well!" said he, "it's a woman's way, Mungo." "You'll likely ken," said Mungo; "I've had sma' troke wi' them mysel'." "Lucky man! And now that I mind right, I think it was not to-night I was to come, after all; I must have made a mistake. If you have a chance in the morn's morning you can tell her I wasted a tune or two o' the flageolet on a wheen stars.
When the muster bell rang, and the gang broke up, Rufus Dawes, on his silent way to his separate cell, observed a notable change of custom in the disposition of the new convict. Instead of placing him in a cell by himself, Troke was turning him into the yard with the others.
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