Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 44 of 96
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48 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. Will was much the taller and larger; but the East Indian was lithe and agile, with far more power than would be suspeet- ed by those who had not tried it. Tangee gave one little scream; then she stood back, watching, with pale face, the progress of the encounter. So unexpected was his attack, that his insulter was not prepared, and Oliver had him down, his hand still tigtdaisigon. Ste throat, while be slappedhis face With the other. “There! treat a gentleman as you ought to,” he cried, bounding. to: his-feet before Will's strong urms- could grasp him. “Not by a tony shot?” panted Will, straggling up, and rushing at his opponent. For some time Oliver parried the blows, for he was-a skillful fencer; but aa! a receaed blow struck his: temple, and he fell. - 4 4: peclenld: het wontotdebibalyplineieg! rights crap sis?ta. He’s got more muscle than I give ‘him credit for. ‘Sorry I sp’iled your dinner, Tangee,” and Will leaped into his boat. i” “Oh, Will, you have murdered him!” My “ Like as not,” he returned, with a bloodshot glance at the motionless form ; “ he struck me in the face” => “ Not until you ereiesacell spe og ——y and see to deind@a chao 8 «id o) boi w ode But the fisherman rowed swiftly away without another glance» There was murder in’ his heart, at that moment, whether he really were a murderer or not. -Giving way, in the first piace, to a mean impulse, which prompted him to follow and watch the pair; then allowing himself to become angry at sight of their gayety, and to insult them when he had only received kindness from them, it was a consequence that his salient should arouse in him « fury whieh made “Ols Ola i Tangee’s voice: was sharp with fear, but he did not heed it. She ran to the water with her little bucket, and coming back, sat down and took his head in her lap, bathing his face for several mofnents; before he gave any signs of Hife: At last Sonpee ays ‘and stared at her, like one who awakens and cannot recall his whereabouts = “Oh, Olla, T thought vou were dead !’—and then she burst comilcbooks comm