The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great CanalBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Panama Canal (Panama) -- Juvenile fiction
That brought the big negro to the point of explosion. After all, it was
an event of every day for these three faithful fellows, who had clung so
well to Jim, to banter one another, and for that bantering to turn
mostly against Tom. It was the fate of the ponderous fellow often to be
the butt of his comrades, to provide them with a ready cause for wit at
his expense, and always with the certainty that Tom would swallow the
bait and lash himself into a pretended fit of anger, in which he
threatened terrible things, gesticulated, and roared, and often enough
shook his huge fists and bared his fine white teeth in a manner which
would have disturbed the courage of a bold man, but which, with Ching
and Sam, who knew him so well, or with our hero, merely resulted in
roars of laughter and in further banter. However, this was not the time
for such fun and frolic, and Jim put a stop to the noise promptly.
"Come," he said; "guess we've got Sadie to think about. That's better
than badgering one another."
At once there came a serious look across the faces of his followers.
Their eyes shone more brightly, while Tom gave vent to an exclamation,
striking himself across his broad chest at the same moment. "I's ought
ter be kicked," he said indignantly. "Yo see, Tom not say anoder word
till missie found. But den, ha! yo take care, Tom smash dem rascals.
Knock 'em all into cocked hat; make jelly and jam ob dem."
All his pretended ferocity was turned upon the rascals who had abducted
Sadie; and to look at him as he spoke there was no doubt, remembering
the huge negro's prowess in former scuffles, that he would be as good as
his word. But Sam was already moving ahead, and Jim fell in immediately
behind him. With the Chinaman as third man, and Tom bringing up the
rear, the party pressed on as rapidly as possible through the forest.
Nor did Sam seem to find any difficulty in holding to the track. His
sharp eyes were bent for ever on the ground, while his lamp swung this
way and that, lighting the hoofmarks made by the horses of Jaime de
Oteros's party. And as they went, Tom, armed with a heavy knife, blazed
the trees to the left, to afford a guide to those who were to follow. It
was half an hour before the silence amongst them was broken; then Sam
came to a sudden stop, and drew Jim towards him.
"Dey get off de hosses here," he whispered. "Jungle growing so low, dey
couldn't sit in the saddle any longer. Now, yo watch extry close, and I
show yo what happen. Here one, two, three, yes four ob de scum. Four ob
de villain, sah, and here am anoder mark. Dat missie; yo see how small
it am? Den I's sure dat missie. She walk between de rascal; two go in
front, each leading a hoss. No; one ob dem hab two hosses. Den missie;
she not hab a hoss. Den two oder blackguard, one wid two hosses."
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