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Vijal warded off the assault with his arm. The dog seized it, and held on, as was his nature. Vijal did not utter a cry, but seizing the dog, he threw him on his back, and flinging himself upon him, fixed his own teeth in the dog's throat. John burst into a torrent of the most frightful curses. He ordered Vijal to let go of the dog.
As his horse bounded off Brandon fired. The animal gave a wild neigh, which sounded almost like a shriek, and fell upon the road, throwing Vijal over his head. In an instant Brandon was up with him. He leaped from his horse before Vijal had disencumbered himself from his, and seizing the Malay by the collar held the pistol at his head.
At last a strong hand seized her by the shoulder, and she sank down upon the moss that lay under the forest trees. "Who are you?" cried a familiar voice. "Vijal!" cried Beatrice. The other let go his hold. "Will you betray me?" cried Beatrice, in a mournful and despairing voice. Vijal was silent. "What do you want?" said he, at last. "Whatever you want to do I will help you. I will be your slave."
"Have you left Potts?" said Brandon, after a short time. "No," replied Vijal. "Ah! Then you are on some business of his now?" "Yes." Brandon was silent. "Would you like to know what it is?" asked Vijal. "Not particularly," said Brandon, coldly. "Shall I tell you?" "If you choose." Vijal raised his hand suddenly and gave a quick, short jerk. A cord flew forth there was a weight at the end.
"I wish to escape." "Come then you shall escape," said Vijal. Without uttering another word he walked on and Beatrice followed. Hope rose once more within her. Hope gave strength. Despair and its weakness had left her. After about half an hour's walk they reached the park wall. "I thought it was a poacher," said Vijal, sadly; "yet I am glad it was you, for I can help you.
He told me the name of the man whom he sought, and charged me to carry out his work of vengeance. I promised to do so, for I had a work of vengeance of my own to perform, and on the same man, too. "Who was he?" repeated Vijal, with increased excitement. "When I saw him last he gave me something which be said he had worn around his neck for years.
"You are the murderer of my father," said Vijal, fiercely, "and therefore I sought to kill you." Brandon gave a low laugh. "The murderer of your father?" he repeated. "Yes," cried Vijal, wildly; "and I sought your death." Brandon laughed again. "Do you know how old I am?" Vijal looked up in amazement.
"He shall die," returned Vijal, solemnly. "He shall die." "I am an old man," resumed Potts. "If I were as strong as I used to be I would not talk about this to you. I would do it all myself." "I'll do it!" cried Vijal. "I'll do it!" His eyes flashed, his nostrils dilated all the savage within him was aroused. Potts saw this, and rejoiced.
Scraps of her dress still clung in places to the brushwood. The dog led them round and round wherever Beatrice had wandered in her flight from Vijal. They all believed that they would certainly find her here, and that she had lost her way or at least tried to conceal herself. But at last, to their disappointment, the dog turned away out of the wood and into the path again.
"He is my friend. He helped me to escape once before." She had recognized Vijal. The Hindu dropped his arm and released his hold. The Malay staggered back and looked earnestly at Beatrice. Recognizing her, he fell on his knees and kissed her hand. "I will keep your secret," he murmured. Beatrice hurried out, and the others followed. They heard the key turn in the door after them.
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