The Bittermeads Mystery by E. R. (Ernest Robertson) Punshon
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sufficiently near at hand to be able to assure himself soon that
his overthrown adversary was certainly not killed, for now he began to express himself somewhat emphatically concerning the manner in which the two new-comers were ministering to him. Presently he got to his feet and, with one of them supporting him on each side, began to limp away, and Dunn followed them, though cautiously and at a distance, for he was still greatly exhausted and in neither the mood nor the condition for running unnecessary risks. The big man, Mr. John, as the others called him, seemed little inclined for speech, but the others talked a good deal, subsiding sometimes when he told them gruffly to be quiet but invariably soon beginning again their expressions of sympathy and vows of vengeance against his unknown assailant. "How many of them do you think there were, Mr. John, sir?" one asked presently. "I'll lay you marked a fair sight of the villains." "There was only one man," Mr. John answered briefly. "Only one?" the other repeated in great surprise. "For the Lord's sake, Mr. John--only one? Why, there ain't any one man between here and Lunnon town could stand up to you, sir, in a fair tussle." "Well, he did," Mr. John answered. "He had the advantage, he took me by surprise, but I never felt such a grip in my life." "Lor', now, think of that," said the other in tones in which |
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