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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Well you're right, perhaps," said Potts; "but take care of yourself, Johnnie." John gave a dry smile. "I'll try to do so and I hope to take care of others also," said he. "God bless you, Johnnie!" said Potts, affectionately, not knowing the blasphemy of invoking the blessing of God on one who was setting out to commit murder. "You're spooney, dad," returned John, and he left the bank with Vijal.
"I understand," said Potts, after a pause. A long silence followed. "You go on to the inn," said Potts, at last. "I'll talk with Vijal." "Shall I risk the policemen?" "Yes, you run no risk. I'll sleep in the bank." "All right," said John, and he walked away. "Vijal," said Potts, dropping back so as to wait for the Malay. "You are faithful to me." "Yes," answered Vijal.
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.
"No, not Vijal; he was incorruptible; but all the others. They would have obeyed your slightest wish in any respect. They would have shed their blood for you, for the simple reason that I had promised to pay each man an enormous sum if he saved you from any trouble. They were all on the look out. You never were so watched in your life.
"That," said Brandon, "is what your father's brother gave to me." "It's a lie!" growled Vijal, fiercely. "It's true," said Brandon, calmly, "and it was carved there by your father's own hand." Vijal said nothing for a long time. Brandon arose, and put his pistol in his pocket. Vijal, disencumbering himself from his horse, arose also. The two stood together on the road.
"Didn't I promise to tell you some day who the man was that killed your father?" "Yes," exclaimed Vijal, fiercely. "Well, I'm going to tell you." "Who?" cried Vijal, in excitement so strong that he could scarce speak. "Did you see that man who drove me out of the Hall?" "Yes." "Well, that was the man. He killed your father. He has ruined me your other father. What do you say to that?"
I took it, and promised to wear it till the vengeance which he sought should be accomplished. I did so for I too had a debt of vengeance stronger than his, and on the same man." "Who was he?" cried Vijal again, with restless impetuosity. Brandon unbuttoned his vest and drew forth a Malay creese, which was hung around his neck and worn under his coat.
I'm going to bed. What you've got to do is to watch that man." Vijal retired. The night passed. When the following morning came John was not up at the ordinary breakfast hour. Nine o'clock came. Ten o'clock. Still he did not appear. "He's a lazy fellow," said the landlord, "though he don't look like it. And where's his servant?" "The servant went back to Brandon at day-break," was the answer.
In an instant he slashed his knife through the windings of the cord, severing them all; then dropping the knife he plunged his hand into the pocket of his coat, and before Vijal could recover from his surprise he drew forth a revolver and pointed it at him. Vijal saw at once that he was lost. He nevertheless plunged his spurs into his horse and made a desperate effort to escape.
Was he stopping at the same inn? If so, why had not Vijal told him? He at once summoned Vijal, who came as calm as ever. To John's impatient questions as to why he had not told him about Brandon, he answered that Brandon had only come there half an hour previously, and that he had been watching him ever since to see what he was going to do. "You most keep on watching him, then; do you hear?"
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