"I dare say, Mr. Diggle," interrupted Desmond, "but I have no time to construe Latin."
Covering Diggle with his pistol, Desmond stooped over Fuzl Khan's prostrate body and discovered in a moment that the poor fellow's heart had ceased to beat. He rose, and added: "I must trouble you to come with me; and quickly, for you perceive you are at my mercy."
"Where do you propose to take me, my friend?"
"We will go this way, and please step out."
Diggle scowled, and stood as though meditating resistance.
"Come, come, Mr. Diggle, you have no choice. I do not wish to have to drag you; it might cause you pain."
"Surely you will spare a moment to an old friend! I fear you are entirely mistaken. 'Tis pity that with the natural ebullition of your youthful spirit you should have set upon a man whom--"
"You can talk as we go, Mr. Diggle, if you talk low enough. Must I repeat it?"
"But where are we going? Really, Mr. Burke, respect for my years should prompt a more considerate treatment."
"You see yonder point?" said Desmond impatiently; "yonder on the shore. You will come with me there."