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He saw that this servant had overreached himself, and knew that he must have some motive for joining him and addressing him in so familiar a manner. He suspected what might be Vijal's aim, and therefore kept a close watch on him. He saw that Vijal, while holding the reins in his left hand, kept his right hand concealed in his breast. A suspicion darted across his mind.
John went back to the inn first, and after a few preparations started for Denton. On the way he amused himself with coarse jests at Vijal's stupidity in allowing himself to be deceived by Brandon, taunted him with cowardice in yielding so easily, and assured him that one who was so great a coward could not possibly succeed in any undertaking. Toward evening they reached the inn at Denton.
He was dead. Vijal sat down, his arm running blood, with the knife in his hand, still glaring at John. During this frightful scene I stood rooted to the spot in horror. At last the sight of Vijal's suffering roused me. I rushed forward, and tearing the scarf from my neck, knelt down and reached out my hand to stanch the blood. Vijal drew back. "Poor Vijal," said I, "let me stop this blood.
"Yes." "And if you let him slip this time, you infernal nigger, you'll pay dear for it." "I'll not make a mistake this time," was Vijal's answer. And as he spoke his eyes gleamed, and again that baleful smile passed over his face. "That's the man," said John. "You understand that? That's the man you've got to fix, do you hear? Don't be a fool this time.
The cord was flung straight at Brandon's neck. But Brandon had been on his guard. At the movement of Vijal's arm he had raised his own; the cord passed around him, but his arm was within its embrace. In his hand he held a knife concealed.
"Do you know how to use this?" he asked, showing Vijal the cord which Brandon had given him. Vijal's eyes dilated, and a wilder fire shone in them. He seized the cord, turned it round his hand for a moment, and then hurled it at Potts. It passed round and round his waist. "Ah!" said Potts, with deep gratification. "You have not forgotten, then. You can throw it skillfully."
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