Very well; soon as we anchor
off Spithead, he outs with a boat and lands us ashore. I have his
solemn promise. Leave me to square that bos'n fellow--Jope, or
whatever he calls himself--and the job's as good as done."
"And do you seriously propose," interrupted the Major, folding his
arms, "that I should pass myself off for a play-actor? Never, sir;
never!"
"Why not?" asked Mr. Sturge easily.
"I forbear, sir, to wound your feelings by explaining why your
suggestion is repugnant to me. Let it suffice that I detest deceit,
subterfuge, equivocation; or, if that suffice not, let me ask if you
do not propose, on reaching shore, to institute legal proceedings
against this petty tyrant?"
"Probably."
"Why, then, and how much more reparation does he not owe _me_, a
Justice of the Peace? Nay, sir, he shall pay me damages for this
kidnapping; but he has not stopped short there. He has used language
to me which can only be wiped out in blood. My first business on
stepping ashore will be to seek someone through whom I can convey my
demand for satisfaction. With what face, think you, could I present
this cartel if my own behaviour had been other than correct?"
"You're not telling me you mean to fight him?" asked Mr. Sturge,
convinced by this time that he had to deal with a lunatic.
"Pardon me." The Major bowed with grave irony. "This conversation,
sir, was of your seeking.
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