[Rujub, the Juggler by G. A. Henty]@TWC D-Link bookRujub, the Juggler CHAPTER XVIII 20/41
My conscience wouldn't have troubled me if I could have poisoned the whole of the scoundrels, or put a slow match in the magazine and blown them all into the air, but under the present conditions it would hardly have been politic, as one couldn't be sure of annihilating the whole of them.
Well, Miss Hannay, what are you thinking of ?" "I am thinking that my uncle looks worse this morning, Doctor; does it not strike you so too ?" "We must hope that the fresh air will do him good.
One could not expect anyone to get better in that place; it was enough to kill a healthy man, to say nothing of a sick one." Isobel was walking by the side of the cart in which her uncle was lying, and it was not long before she took her place beside him. The Doctor shook his head. "Can you do nothing, Doctor ?" Bathurst said, in a low tone. "Nothing; he is weaker this morning, still the change of air may help him, and he may have strength to fight through; the wound itself is a serious one, but he would under other circumstances have got over it. As it is, I think his chance a very poor one, though I would not say as much to her." After three hours' travel they reached the river.
Here two large native boats were lying by the bank.
The baggage and sick were soon placed on board, and the Europeans with the native servants were then divided between them, and the Rajah's son and six of the retainers took their places in one of the boats.
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