And, now, to find a messenger. ‘Jacques? You have done it? He is alive?’ ‘Oh, he’s alive, all right,’ confirmed the sergeant, putting the petrified Pottiswick—stockstill and staring in horror at the dagger—firmly out of his way and taking his place before Melusine. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. During this movement, Jack grasped the barrel of his pistol, held in his breath, and motioned to Blueskin, who bared a long knife, to keep still. “There is no doubt whatever about that. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest.
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