Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer RealmCook, William Wallace
Science
Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer Realm
Cook, William Wallace
Science fiction
"Don’t misunderstand me, Mr. Munn," said the professor earnestly.
"While I grieve that matters should have fallen out in this fashion, yet
I would not undo the one thing which brought us into these troubled
waters. In other words, I would rather be here, in Njambai, with death
staring us in the face, than back there on Terra, with Meigs, Markham,
Popham, and Gilhooly free to work out their nefarious plans."
"That’s the spirit!" I cried warmly.
"It’s the spirit that has put many a man in the penitentiary," called
Meigs, who appeared to be following our conversation even if he was not
taking any part in it.
I turned with a stinging reply on my lips, but the professor dropped a
hand on my arm, and I held my peace.
"We are sharing together our last few hours," said he, "and let us have
no quarrelsome talk. Personally, I have a good deal of charity for
Meigs. He is a man who, until very recently, has been accustomed to
having scores of people wait upon his slightest nod. Here he has been
subjected to much indignity, and at the hands of a people whom he
believes to be his inferiors. Naturally that renders him disagreeable."
"He might, at least, have the grace to leave you alone," I answered.
"Not so, Mr. Munn. He is perfectly right in badgering me. I am at
fault, so far as he and his associates are concerned, and he knows it. I
do not expect approbation at their hands, but at the hands of those, in
far-away Terra, whom my drastic actions have helped. Your calm
acceptance of your fate is so different from the attitude of Meigs that
it touches me deeply. You have the same cause to blame and abuse me,
and yet you let the opportunity pass."
"It has been worth something, professor," I responded, "to stand at your
side and to pass through these remarkable adventures shoulder to
shoulder with you."
"Thank you for that, my friend."
"I have no doubt," I continued, "that if you and I were to be spared,
you might in time lead me to see what you are disposed to call the error
of my way, for you are a master hand at arguing; but, as I am at
present, I feel that my chances in the next world are as good as any
one’s. The rich have taken from the poor in a way that the law
sanctions; and I have taken from the rich in a way the law does not
sanction, and, in a few rare instances, have given to the poor. There’s
nothing in that to oppress my conscience. The only thing I am sorry for
is that I entered your castle with my felonious intention centred upon
your property. Now that I know you so well, my plan to steal from you
looks more like a crime than anything else I have done."
"Munn," he replied, "it grieves me to think that your career is to be
cut short before you have had an opportunity to reform. However"—and he
sighed softly—"there is no escaping fate on our own planet or on this.
Good night to you."
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