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Dead Men Tell No Tales | E. W. Hornung | |
Chapter XVII Thieves Fall Out |
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"You mean that?" cried Rattray keenly. "Of course I min it. You were quite right. He must join us. But he will when I talk to him. I could not speak. I was fascinated by this wretch: it was reptile and rabbit with us. Treachery I knew he meant; my death, for one; my death was certain; and yet I could not speak. "Then talk to him, for God's sake," cried Rattray, "and I shall be only too glad if you can talk some sense into him. I've tried, and failed." "I shall not fail," said Santos softly. "But it is better that he has a leetle time to think over it calmly; better steel for 'im to slip upon it, as you say. Let us live 'im for the night, what there is of it; time enough in the morning." I could hardly believe my ears; still I knew that it was treachery, all treachery; and the morning I should never see. "But we can't leave him up here," said Rattray; "it would mean one of us watching him all night." "Quite so," said Santos. "I will tell you where we could live him, however, if you will allow me to wheesper one leetle moment." |
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