h bigger than a twenty-five cent piece. Stuart's
clothes were torn in half-a-dozen places, Cecil's tweeds were absolutely
unharmed.
The Englishman caught the boy's thought and answered it.
"Explorers' Cloth," he said. "I have it made specially for me; you can
hardly cut it with a knife."
Inwardly the boy felt that he ought to be able to carry on the
conversation in the same light vein, but his nerves were badly shaken.
His companion glanced at him.
"A bit done up, eh?" He took a metal container from his pocket, in shape
like a short lead pencil, and poured out two tiny pellets into his palm.
"If you are not afraid of poison," he remarked amicably, "swallow these.
They will pick you up at once."
The thought of poison had flashed into Stuart's mind. After all, the
Englishman was just as much one of the conspirators as Manuel or
Leborge, and might be just as anxious for the death of an eavesdropper.
At the same time, the boy realized that he was absolutely in the
Englishman's power, and that if Cecil wanted to get rid of him, there,
in that thick forest, he had ample opportunity. To refuse the pellets
might be even more dangerous than to accept them. Besides, there was a
certain atmosphere of directness in Cecil, conspirator though the boy
knew him to be, which forbade belief in so low-grade a manner of action
as the use of poison.
He held out his hand for the pellets and swallowed them without a word.
A slight inclination of the head showed the donor's acceptance of the
fact that he was trusted.
"Now, my lad," he said. "I think you ought to tell me something about
yourself, and what you were doing in the Citadel. You asked me to save
you from Manuel, and I have done so. Perhaps I have been hasty. But, in
honor bound, you must tell me what you know and what you heard."
Through Stuart's veins, the blood was beginning to course full and free.
The pellets which Cecil had given him--whatever they were--removed his
fatigue as though it had been a cloak. They loosened the boy's tongue,
also, and freely he told the Englishman all his affairs save for his
cause in pursuing Manuel, which he regarded as a personal matter. He
mentioned the only words he had overheard, while watching in the ruined
Citadel and explained that the taunting of Leborge by Manuel, during the
conference, had been only a ruse to provoke trouble, the Cuban hoping
that the boy would shoot.
"And what general impression did you get from th
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