A continuous scuffling went on ; an imperious voice cried, “Hold your tongues,
you fools! Hold your tongues! . . .” Someone else called: “Hear to Jack Rangsley.
Hear to him!” There was a silence. I saw a hand light a torch at the lanthorn, and ...
“Blindfold 'em, lads,” he cried, and turned me sharply round. “Don't struggle,” he
whispered in my ear; his silk handkerchief came cool across my eyelids. I felt
hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head. “You're all right,” he said
It was he who had cried the watchword, “Snuff and enough,” and who had held
the whispered consultation. Carlos and Castro had waited in their hiding-place,
having been spectators of the arrival of the runners and of my capture. I gathered
I cried, and was amazed at my own words. Tomas Castro sprang up, and placed
his rough, hot hand over my lips. “Be quiet, John Kemp, you fool!” he hissed with
sudden energy. He had spruced himself, but I seemed to see the rags still flutter ...
At last there were voices, footsteps; I found it very hard to carry out my resolution
and refrain from stifled cries and kicks. I was lifted up and carried, like a corpse,
with many stumbles, by men who sometimes growled as they hastened along.
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