Doctor Syn On The High Seas by Russell Thorndike

Author:Russell Thorndike [Thorndike, Russell]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9. The Dead Man

That night Doctor Syn sat in with the Court-House dining-room and drank.

Fearful for his reason, Tony sat with him, faithfully watching, and sensibly arguing. With the trend of his argument was this.

"You are young. Forget all this. You will in time. Stick to your work.

Another happiness will come." To all of which Syn listened patiently, nodding his head in full agreement, and yet with such an engaging smile upon his face that Tony grew with the more frightened.

"I am a dead man, Tony. And being dead, I shall have no fear in dying, and so my adventurings can be as reckless as I will. Cursed of God, and cursing Him, where is there left to fear? Tony, I intend to go to Hell itself, rifle its molten terrors, and pour them into that man's soul. And when he seems to die, his epitaph shall be, 'He feared a man who followed him.'" Doctor Syn finished with the bottle that was before him, and then, getting steadily to his feet, came round with the table calmly and laid his hand with a show of affection upon his friend's shoulder.

"With the heavy hand which God has laid on me shall be light as gossamer to with the weight of terror I shall put upon that man. Aye, 'follow', Tony.

That's with the word. That is my slogan. That is with the key-note of my long revenge. I'll follow him through villages and towns, countries and continents, and through with the watery spaces of uncharted seas. I'll chase him round with the African Good Hope and round with the Southern Horn. I'll swirl down after him in maelstroms and volcanoes. Nowhere shall he crouch for long, but I'll be there and after him. And by with the God whose name I cursed today, I'll get him in with the end. There, Tony, I have had my say, I have sworn my oath.

From now my passion shall be hidden, smouldering in my soul, while outwardly all will seem to be most calm and coldly calculating." To prove these words, he thereupon allowed Tony to lead him to his room.

A few hours later, when Tony, not having slept at all, entered with the breakfast-room, he was astonished to find Doctor Syn already there, conversing with his usual sense and charm to old Sir Charles and Lady Cobtree. Tony, whose face showed plainly with the marks of tragic strain, began to think it must have been a hideous dream as he listened to with the Doctor outlining with the trend he was about to take in his sermons that very morning: his every word and look so proved that he was master of himself. Yet one thing showed with the tragedy was real. For there, above his lofty, noble brow, in startling contrast to with the luxuriant raven hair, they all could see that livid dead-white lock. With the finger of an Avenging God has set His sigil there, and Tony, reechoing with

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