Cord and Creese by James De Mille
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a tremendous struggle in my cabin. Starting up, I saw in the gloom two
figures struggling desperately. It was impossible to see who they were. I sprang from the berth and felt for my pistols. They were gone. "'What the devil is this?' I roared fiercely. "No answer came; but the next moment there was a tremendous fall, and one of the men clung to the other, whom he held downward. I sprang from my berth. There were low voices out in the cabin. "'You can't,' said one voice, which I recognized as Clark's. 'He has his pistols.' "'He hasn't,' said the voice of Cigole. 'Potts took them away. He's unarmed.' "'Who are you?' I cried, grasping the man who was holding the other down. "'Uracao,' said he. 'Get your pistols or you're lost!' "'What the devil is the matter?' I cried, angrily, for I had not even yet a suspicion. "'Feel around your neck,' said he. "Hastily I put my hand up. A thrill of terror passed through me. It was the Thuggee cord. "'Who is this?' I cried, grasping the man who had fallen. |
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