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occupied by the savages. Lingard and the young leader of the Wajo traders met in the splendid light of noonday, and amidst the attentive silence of their followers, on the very spot where the Malay seaman had lost his life. Lingard, striding up from one side, thrust out his open palm; Hassim responded at once to the frank gesture and they exchanged their first hand-clasp over the prostrate body, as if fate had already exacted the price of a death for the most ominous of her gifts--the gift of friendship that sometimes contains the whole good or evil of a life. "I'll never forget this day," cried Lingard in a hearty tone; and the other smiled quietly. Then after a short pause--"Will you burn the village for vengeance?" asked the Malay with a quick glance down at the dead Lascar who, on his face and with stretched arms, seemed to cling desperately to that earth of which he had known so little. Lingard hesitated. "No," he said, at last. "It would do good to no one." "True," said Hassim, gently, "but was this man your debtor--a slave?" "Slave?" cried Lingard. "This is an English brig. Slave? No. A free man like myself." "Hai. He is indeed free now," muttered the Malay with another glance downward. "But who will pay the bereaveyilai: skechers mbt shoes clearance louis vuitton outlet jordan heels for women On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Publishedabmepq |
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