“Carlos is the only soul I know outside five miles from here. Besides, he's friends
in the Indies. That's where I want to go, and he could give me a cast. You
remember what Tomas Castro said. . . .” Rooksby came to a sudden halt, and
Everything grew silent again, and I began to think I had missed my time. Down
below in the plain, a great way off, a dog was barking continuously. I moved
forward a few paces and whistled. The glow of adventure began to die away.
“What! 'Tis the young 'un,” he grunted, after a moment. “Read the warrant, Thoms.
” My captor began to fumble in his pocket, pulled out a paper, and bent down into
the light. Suddenly he paused and looked up at me. “This aint Jack Spaniard.
I began to come out of my stupor. “My name's John Kemp,” I said. The other
grunted. “Hurry up, Thoms.” “But, Mr. Lillywhite,” Thoms reasoned, “he don't
speak like a Dago. Split me if he do! And we aint in a friendly country either, you
The horseman gave an incredulous whistle, and then began to shout, his voice
winding mournfully uphill, “Hallo! Hallo—o—o.” An echo stole back, “Hallo! Hallo
—o-o”; then a number of voices. The horse stood, drooping its head, and the man
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