Commodore Junk — page 236: what you’re looking at

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PLANS OF ESCAPE. 229 “You laugh, sir. Well, it is the laugh of ignorance, as you will find. It is no idle boast when I say that I am king here over my people, and the tribes to north and south.” “The Indians too?” said Humphrey. “Yes, the Indians too, as you found to your cost.” “To my cost?” “To your cost. Your ship was in my way. You troubled me; and your people had to be removed. Well, they were removed,” “The treacherous hounds!” cried Humphrey, grinding his teeth as he recalled the action of the two Indians, and their escape. “Treacherous! No. You would have employed men to betray me; it was but fighting you with your own weapons, sir; and these you call treacherous hounds were true, brave fellows who risked their life to save me and mine.” Humphrey was silent. “ Come, Captain Armstrong; you will suffer bitterly for this. There are chills and fevers in the depths of this forest which seize upon strangers like you, especially upon those weakened by their wounds, and I do not want to lose the officer and gentleman who is to be my friend and help here, where I am, as it were, alone.” ‘Your friend and help!” said Humphrey, haughtily. “Iam your prisoner, sir; but you forget to whom you are speaking. Ifow dare you ask me to link my fate with that of your cut- throat band—to share with you a life of plunder and disgrace, with the noose at the yard-arm of every ship in His Majesty’s Navy waiting to end your wiserable career? I tell you—I tell you 3 He made a clutch at the nearest branch to save himself, for his head swam, black spots veiled in mist and strangely blurred seemed to be descending from above to form a |linding veil CONnnicloOol<s —=