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We
began
to
rejoice
over
our
good
success
when
just
at
that
moment
a
pistol
cracked
in
the
bush
,
a
ball
whistled
close
past
my
ear
,
and
poor
Tom
Redruth
stumbled
and
fell
his
length
on
the
ground
.
Both
Both
the
the
squire
squire
and
and
I
I
returned
returned
the
the
shot
shot
,
,
but
but
as
we
we
had
had
nothing
nothing
to
to
aim
aim
at
at
,
it
it
is
is
probable
probable
we
we
only
only
wasted
wasted
powder
powder
.
.
Then
we
reloaded
and
turned
our
attention
to
poor
Tom
.
The
captain
and
Gray
were
already
examining
him
,
and
I
saw
with
half
an
eye
that
all
was
over
.
I
I
believe
believe
the
the
readiness
readiness
of
of
our
our
return
return
volley
volley
had
had
scattered
scattered
the
the
mutineers
mutineers
once
once
more
more
,
,
for
we
we
were
were
suffered
suffered
without
without
further
further
molestation
molestation
to
get
get
the
the
poor
poor
old
old
gamekeeper
gamekeeper
hoisted
hoisted
over
over
the
the
stockade
stockade
and
carried
carried
,
,
groaning
groaning
and
and
bleeding
bleeding
,
,
into
into
the
the
log-house
log-house
.
.
Poor
old
fellow
,
he
had
not
uttered
one
word
of
surprise
,
complaint
,
fear
,
or
even
acquiescence
from
the
very
beginning
of
our
troubles
till
now
,
when
we
had
laid
him
down
in
the
log-house
to
die
.
He
had
lain
like
a
Trojan
behind
his
mattress
in
the
gallery
;
he
had
followed
every
order
silently
,
doggedly
,
and
well
;
he
was
the
oldest
of
our
party
by
a
score
of
years
;
and
now
,
sullen
,
old
,
serviceable
servant
,
it
was
he
that
was
to
die
.
The
squire
dropped
down
beside
him
on
his
knees
and
kissed
his
hand
,
crying
like
a
child
.
"
"
Be
Be
I
going
going
,
,
doctor
doctor
?
?
"
"
he
asked
.
"
Tom
,
my
man
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
're
going
home
.
"
"
I
wish
I
had
had
a
lick
at
them
with
the
gun
first
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Tom
,
"
said
the
squire
,
"
say
you
forgive
me
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
"
Would
that
be
respectful
like
,
from
me
to
you
,
squire
?
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Howsoever
,
so
be
it
,
amen
!
"
