“Yes, you run no risk. I’ll sleep in the bank.” “All right,” said John, and he walked away. “Vijal,” said Potts, dropping back so as to wait for the Malay. “You are faithful to me.” “Yes,” answered Vijal. “All the others betrayed me, but you did not?” “Never.” “Do you know when you first saw me?” “Yes.” “I saved your life.” “Yes.” “Your father was seized at Manilla and killed for murder, but I protected you, and promised to take care of you. Haven’t I done so?” “Yes,” said Vijal humbly, and in a reverent tone. “Haven’t I been another father?” “You have.” “Didn’t I promise to tell you some day who the man was that killed your father?” “Yes,” exclaimed Vijal, fiercely. “Well, I’m going to tell you.” “Who?” cried Vijal, in excitement so strong that he could scarce speak. “Did you see that man who drove me out of the Hall?” “Yes.” “Well, that was the man. He killed your father. He has ruined me--your other father. What do you say to that?” “He shall die,” returned Vijal, solemnly. “He shall die.” “I am an old man,” resumed Potts. “If I were as strong as I used to be I would not talk about this to you. I would do it all myself.” “I’ll do it!” cried Vijal. “I’ll do it!” His eyes flashed, his nostrils dilated--all the savage within him was aroused. Potts saw this, and rejoiced. “Do you know how to use this?” he asked, showing Vijal the cord which Brandon had given him. Vijal’s eyes dilated, and a wilder fire shone in them. He seized the cord, turned it round his hand for a moment, and then hurled it at Potts. It passed round and round his waist. “Ah!” said Potts, with deep gratification. “You have not forgotten, then. You can throw it skillfully.” Vijal nodded, and said nothing. “Keep the cord. Follow up that man. Avenge your father’s death and my ruin.” “I will,” said Vijal, sternly. “It may take long. Follow him up. Do not come back to me till you come to tell me that he is dead.” Vijal nodded. “Now I am going. I must fly and hide myself from this man. As long as he lives I am in danger. But you will always find John at the inn when you wish to see me.” “I will lay down my life for you,” said Vijal. “I don’t want your life,” returned Potts. “I want _his_.” “You shall have it,” exclaimed Vijal. Potts said no more. He handed Vijal his purse in silence. The latter took it without a word. Potts then went toward the bank, and Vijal stood alone in the road. CHAPTER LV. ON THE ROAD. On the following morning Brandon started from the Hall at an early hour. He was on horseback. He rode down through the gates. Passing through the village he went by the inn and took the road to Denton. He had not gone far before another horseman followed him. The latter rode at a rapid pace. Brandon did not pay any especial attention to him, and at length the latter overtook him. It was when they were nearly abreast that Brandon recognized the other. It was Vijal. “Good-morning,” said Vijal. “Good-morning,” replied Brandon.