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A moment later, Brook was kneeling on his chest, having the knife in his hand and holding it near the carter's throat. "Lie still!" he said rather quietly, in English. "Give me the halter, please!" he said to Clare, without looking up. "It's hanging to the shaft there in a coil."
"Let's walk out to the Park," suggested the Krovitzer. "I have something to tell you that I know you are anxious to hear. Wait, though, until we get out of the crowd. You don't want Fifth Avenue as an audience, do you?" he asked as he noted the quick joy which lit Carter's face. "Just one question," Calvert begged. "Is she well?"
I am the man you want. You don't know your luck when you see it, but I know mine, I do and look here " He touched Carter's chest with his forefinger, and said with a sudden gentleness of tone: "I am a white man inside and out; I won't let inoffensive people and a woman, too come to harm if I can help it. And if I can't help, nobody can. You understand nobody! There's no time for it.
As he stopped, he set this upon the ground and wiped his brow. The boy was French; but Saul, as a native of the province, talked French about as well as he did English that is to say, very badly. He could not have written a word of either. The conversation went on in the patois of the district. "What is in the box?" asked the boy, observing that the carter's eyes rested uneasily upon it.
Carter's ideas were growing patchwork, he confessed. He felt he was unable, in his weariness, to sustain much connected thought. The mental trend was all one way, however, pointing to a desire to escape the enforced ennui, which was sure to be consequent upon his recent exhausting contest.
What a soothing, luxurious, drowsy way of travelling, to lie inside that slowly-moving mountain, listening to the tinkling of the horses' bells, the occasional smacking of the carter's whip, the smooth rolling of the great broad wheels, the rattle of the harness, the cheery good-nights of passing travellers jogging past on little short-stepped horses all made pleasantly indistinct by the thick awning, which seemed made for lazy listening under, till one fell asleep!
As we well know, the substance of this speech was true, though the impression which Mrs. Carter's words conveyed was entirely false. For the advancement of her own cause she felt that it was necessary to weaken the high estimation in which Mr. Hamilton held his daughter, and she fancied that the mother's death-bed was as fitting a place where to commence operations as she could select.
Very uneventful: there was, in fact, nothing in it, nor in him, except an intense love for all things, especially animals; and nothing happened to him until the end, for he has been dead now these nine or ten years. In his next place he was engaged, first, as carter's boy, and then under-carter, and all his love was lavished on the horses.
It stopped suddenly as he leaned closer to study the pink plot on which it rested. "Krovitch; Krovitch!" he muttered, "now where the devil have I heard of Krovitch? Russian province it seems but that doesn't give me any clue. I'm stuck, Carrick," he said with a frank laugh as he looked up to meet the man's responsive smile. "Can I 'elp you, sir?" He leaned over Carter's shoulder.
The Planetara carried only a half-dozen of the heat-ray projectors, no long range weapons, a few side arms, and some old-fashioned, practically antiquated weapons of explosives, plus hand projectors with the new Benson curve light. The weapons were all in Carter's chart room, save the few we officers always carried. Carter was afraid, but of what, he was not sure.
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