His eyes flashed, his nostrils dilated—all the savage within him was aroused. Potts saw this, and rejoiced.
“Do you know how to use this?” he asked, showing Vijal the cord which Brandon had given him.
Vijal’s eyes dilated, and a wilder fire shone in them. He seized the cord, turned it round his hand for a moment, and then hurled it at Potts. It passed round and round his waist.
“Ah!” said Potts, with deep gratification. “You have not forgotten, then. You can throw it skillfully.”
Vijal nodded, and said nothing.
“Keep the cord. Follow up that man. Avenge your father’s death and my ruin.”
“I will,” said Vijal, sternly.
“It may take long. Follow him up. Do not come back to me till you come to tell me that he is dead.”
Vijal nodded.
“Now I am going. I must fly and hide myself from this man. As long as he lives I am in danger. But you will always find John at the inn when you wish to see me.”