3. Lad, that fuddles me!"
"Did you bring me down here to crucify me?" cried Spurlock, in passionate
rebellion. To be free of outward distraction, he
shut his eyes and concentrated upon the scraps she had given him; and shortly,
with his eyes still closed, he began to describe Ruth's island: the mountain at one
end, with the ever-recurring scarves of mist drifting across the lava-scarred face;
the jungle at the foot of it; the dazzling border of white sand; the sprawling store
of the trader and the rotting wharf, sundrily patched with drift-wood; the native
huts on the sandy floor of the palm groves; the scattered sandalwood and ebony;
the screaming parakeets in the plantains; the fishing proas; the mission with its
white washed walls and barren frontage; the lagoon, fringed with coco palms,
now ruffled emerald, now placid sapphire. “Why?” he asked, suavely. “What do you think you are doing?” He asked. He was tried at the
last Old Bailey sessions; and only escaped the gallows by impeaching his
accomplices. Another instance was that of Toby Tanner—"
"No more of this," interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy?"
"Not far hence," replied Wild. But
they would not be denied.
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