Something stirs behind him. A sound so light that it might have been
produced by the fall of a leaf or by the swaying of a bough from which
a bird has flown. Joshua, whose senses have been quickened by his late
experience, turns rapidly, and meets the Lascar face to face. In the
woods thought and action are twin-like. Quick as lightning Joshua's
pistol is in his hand, and the muzzle is pointed straight at the
Lascar's breast.
"Stand!" cries Joshua, "if you value your life."
The Lascar stands motionless, his hands behind him.
"Show your hands and what is in them, or I fire."
The Lascar shows his hands--a large piece of rock in one. He had seen
Joshua sitting by the pool, and had intended to brain him with the
stone. At Joshua's command, he drops the stone. A bitter smile
wreathes Joshua's lips, and something like a savage instinct whispers
to him to shoot his enemy dead upon the spot. But the thought that it
would be nothing less than murder restrains him. The Lascar sees the
struggle in Joshua's face, and trembles; miserable wretch as he is he
has not conquered the fear of death. He is re-assured when Joshua
drops his hand and moves away, still facing him. At this, fear being
subdued, the venom in his nature begins to work. Shall he let his
enemy depart without a sting? He commences with a piece of bravado.
"Ah," he exclaimed, "you have robbed me, but you can't make up your
mind to murder me."
"Robbed you!" exclaims Joshua, forgetting for a moment. "Of what?"
"Of my knife. Give it me back. I can't hurt you with it. You are more
than a match for me with your pistols. How do you think I can live
without a knife?"
Joshua makes no reply to this appeal to his humanity, and moves off a
few steps, warily.
"I suppose you think yourself a manly sort of fellow," continues the
Lascar, moving step for step with Joshua, but keeping at a safe
distance nevertheless, "robbing people of their knives, threatening to
murder them, and running away with an innocent girl, and ruining her!"
"You villain!" exclaims Joshua, quivering at this reference to Minnie,
"do not make me forget myself!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account