Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War — John Shaqi
Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"The doctors who have examined the bodies have arrived pretty well at
the truth, and say that both men have been gripped by the throat, for
the marks of the fingers are plainly visible, and their heads dashed
together. But although this is, as we know, perfectly true, no one
believes it; for the doctors themselves admit that it does not appear to
them possible that any man would have had the strength requisite to
completely batter in the skulls of two others, as has been done in this
case. The police are searching the town for the man whose footsteps led
in that direction, and as they know all the haunts of these ruffians and
their associates it is likely enough that they will find him, especially
as his face is sure to bear marks of Atherton's handiwork. Still, if
they do find him, and he tells all he knows of the business, they will
not be much nearer to tracing the actors in it to this ship. It is not
probable that he recovered his senses until long after they were on
board the boat, and can only say that while engaged in attempting to rob
some passers-by he was suddenly knocked down. But even this they are not
likely to get out of him first, for he will know that he used a knife,
and is not likely to put himself in the way of punishment if he can help
it. I came off at once, because I heard at the Consulate that the police
are going to search every ship in the harbour to see if they can find
some wounded man, or get some clue to the mystery, so I must ask the
doctor if his two patients are fit to be dressed and go up on deck."
The doctor on being consulted said that he should certainly have
preferred that they should have remained quiet all day, but he did not
know that it would do them any harm to get on deck for a bit. And
accordingly in half an hour Mr. Atherton and James Allen came up. The
doctor, who had assisted them to dress, accompanied them.
"Now, Mr. Atherton, you had better seat yourself in that great
deck-chair of yours with the leg-rest. If you sit there quietly reading
when they come on board they are not likely to suspect you of being a
desperate character, or to appreciate your inches and width of shoulder.
Allen had better sit quiet till they get alongside, and then slip that
sling into his pocket and walk up and down talking to one of the ladies,
with his thumb in his waistcoat so as to support his arm. He looks pale
and shaky; but they are not accustomed to much colour here, and he will
pass well enough."
As soon as Mr. Atherton had taken his seat Mrs. Renshaw and Marion came
up to him. "How can we thank you enough, Mr. Atherton, for the risks you
have run to succour Wilfrid, and for your kind consideration in going on
shore to wait for him?"
"It was nothing, Mrs. Renshaw. I own to enjoying a scrimmage when I can
go into one with the feeling of being in the right. You know that I am a
very lazy man, but it is just your lazy men who do enjoy exerting
themselves occasionally."
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