Pulp Fiction, 1897 · page 102 of 192
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294 | THE ARGOSY. I was in the house, and I resolved, therefore, to wait patiently where I was in the hall until I had light enough to guide me in my search for Olga. But I could not keep to the resolution. Scarcely had I formed the plan when the stillness was broken by a woman’s scream, shrill and piercing, and a cry for help that made my heart leap into my throat with wrath as I thought I recognized Olga’s voice. Without another moment’s hesitation, and uttering a loud shout in reply, I dashed forward to where I could see the outline of the stairway and rushed up in the direction whence the cries proceeded. Idiot that I was. Of course I dashed straight into the trap that had been laid forme. As I reached the top and turned to dart along a corridor, my feet were tripped and I fell sprawling headlong with a clatter to the ground, my sword flying one way and my revolver another; and before I could help myself three or four fellows were upon me, and though I fought and strug- gled with them and nearly choked one to whose throat I fastened my grip, I was overpowered and bound securely hand and foot. ‘Then I was blindfolded and gagged, and in this absolutely helpless state, carried down the stairs again, getting on the way two or three hearty kicks from the men I had pummeled. They threw me down on to the floor of an empty room and left me. I cursed my folly bitterly when I heard the fellows’ retreating footsteps after they had locked the door behind them. I had spoiled all for the lack of alittle caution. Iwas an idiot, a fool,a numskull, a jackass, to have been caught by a trick which a child might have anticipated; and I rolled about the floor, pulling at my bonds in my passion, till I had torn the flesh in a dozen places. But I could not loosen a single strand of the cords that bound me; and I gnashed my teeth and could almost have shed tears in my baffled rage and fury. I lay thus some hours till the light must have come, for even through the heavy bandages on my eyes the darkness seemed tinged with gray. As I thought of the use I might have made of the light, my self reproaches welled up again till I felt almost like a madman. Later on I heard,the door unlocked, and two or three men entered. "They came and turned me over, and holding me firmly, cut the ropes that bound my arms and then tied my hands behind me in iron handcuffs, drawing them so tightly that I could not move them without pain. When I was so far secured they cut the ropes fron. my legs and bade me stand up. | I tried to do this, but the rush of the released blood brought with it too much pain, and I was just as helpless as a baby for some minutes. When at length I managed to scramble to my feet, they unfastened the bandage from my eyes and as soon as my dazed sight could focus itself, I saw that brute Devinsky looking at me witha sneering laugh. ‘“So it’s you, isit?’’ he cried, asif in surprise. ‘‘ Turned robber, eh, breaking into men’s houses in the dead of night? And whatthe devil are you doing here? My men told me they had caught a thief, but I didn’t expect you.’’ 5 “cComichbooks (Ko)