Long Odds. Harold Bindloss
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Harold Bindloss
Long Odds
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066171995
Table of Contents
CHAPTER VI DESMOND MAKES AN ADMISSION
CHAPTER VII ORMSGILL KEEPS HIS WORD
CHAPTER IX ANITA BECOMES A RESPONSIBILITY
CHAPTER X ORMSGILL ASKS A FAVOR
CHAPTER XI DESMOND VENTURES A HINT
CHAPTER XII LISTER OFFERS SATISFACTION
CHAPTER XIII HIS BENEFICENT INFLUENCE
CHAPTER XIV HERRERO'S IMPRUDENCE
CHAPTER XV NARES COUNTS THE COST
CHAPTER XVIII DOM CLEMENTE LOOKS ON
CHAPTER XIX THE DELAYED MESSAGE
CHAPTER XX DESMOND GOES ASHORE
CHAPTER XXIII THE SLACKENING OF RESTRAINT
CHAPTER XXIV BENICIA MAKES A BARGAIN
CHAPTER XXVI THE DAY OF RECKONING
CHAPTER XXVII AN ERROR OF JUDGMENT
CHAPTER XXVIII THE CHEFE STANDS FAST
CHAPTER XXIX DOM CLEMENTE STRIKES
CHAPTER XXX ORMSGILL BEARS THE TEST
CHAPTER XXXII BENICIA UNDERTAKES AN OBLIGATION
CHAPTER I
THOMAS ORMSGILL
It was towards the middle of a sweltering afternoon when Commandant Dom Erminio roused himself to wakefulness as he lay in his Madeira chair on the veranda of Fort San Roque, which stands beside a muddy river of Western Africa. As a rule Dom Erminio slept all the afternoon, which was not astonishing, since there was very little else for him to do, and if there had been he would conscientiously have refrained from doing it as long as possible. It is also very probable that any other intelligent white man similarly circumstanced would have been glad to spend part, at least, of the weary day in merciful oblivion. San Roque is one of the hottest places in Africa, which is saying a good deal, and at night a sour white steam, heavy with the exhalations of putrefaction, rises from the muddy river. They usually bring the white man who breathes them fever of one or several kinds, while even if he endures them scatheless the steamy heat melts the vigor out of him, and the black dejection born of it and the monotony crushes his courage down. San Roque is scorched with pitiless sunshine during part of the year, but it is walled in by never-lifting shadow, for all round the dark forest creeps close up to it.
On the afternoon in question the Commandant's rest was prematurely broken, because his dusky major-domo had not had the basket chair placed where it would remain in shadow, and a slanting shaft of sunlight struck hotly upon the sleeper's face. A dull throbbing sound also crept softly out of the heavy stillness, and it was a sound which usually promised at least an hour or two's distraction. Dom Erminio recognized it as the thud of canoe paddles, and sat upright in his chair looking about him drowsily, a little, haggard, yellow-faced man in white uniform, with claw-like hands whose fingers-ends were stained by tobacco. He lived remote from even such civilization as may be met with on the coast of Western Africa, with a handful of black soldiers and one white companion, distinctly on sufferance, since the fever and certain tribesmen who showed signs of resenting the white men's encroachments might at any time snuff him out. He was, however, of Iberian extraction, and it was characteristic of him that he did not concern himself greatly about the possibility of such a catastrophe or consider it worth while to take any steps to avert it which he might perhaps have done.
As he glanced round he saw the straggling line of stockade which was falling down in places, for, being what he was, it had not occurred to him to mend it; the black soldiers' thatched quarters; and the ramshackle residency, which was built in part of wood and in part of well rammed mud. Beyond them rose the forest, black and mysterious, cleft by the river's dazzling pathway, and a faint look of anticipation crept into Dom Erminio's eyes as the thud of paddles grew louder. The river was one stage