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A Royal Burial

           "Thesmallestinstrumentissufficientforhim.Herculesisfree."

           "Hercules!"exclaimedNegoro,strikingthegroundwithhisfoot;"heperishedlongagounderthelions’andpanthers’teeth.Iregretonlyonething,thatis,thatthoseferociousbeastsshouldhaveforestalledmyvengeance!"

           "IfHerculesisdead,"repliedDickSand,"Dingoisalive.Adoglikethat,Negoro,ismorethanenoughtotakerevengeonamanofyourkind.Iknowyouwell,Negoro;youarenotbrave.Dingowillseekforyou;itwillknowhowtofindyouagain.Somedayyouwilldieunderhisteeth!"

           "Miserableboy!"exclaimedthePortuguese,exasperated."Miserableboy!DingodiedfromaballthatIfiredatit.Itisdead,likeMrs.Weldonandherson;dead,asallthesurvivorsofthe’Pilgrim’shalldie!"

           "Andasyouyourselfshalldiebeforelong,"repliedDickSand,whosetranquillookmadethePortuguesegrowpale.

           Negoro,besidehimself,wasonthepointofpassingfromwordstodeeds,andstranglinghisunarmedprisonerwithhishands.Alreadyhehadsprunguponhim,andwasshakinghimwithfury,whenasuddenreflectionstoppedhim.Herememberedthathewasgoingtokillhisvictim,thatallwouldbeover,andthatthiswouldsparehimthetwenty-fourhoursoftortureheintendedforhim.Hethenstoodup,saidafewwordstotheoverseer,standingimpassive,commandedhimtowatchcloselyovertheprisoner,andwentoutofthebarrack.

           Insteadofcastinghimdown,thisscenehadrestoredallDickSand’smoralforce.

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