Part 105 (1/2)
”Who?”
”The same man who killed my own father”
Vijal looked at Brandon with awful eyes
”Your father had a brother?” said Brandon
”Yes”
”Do you know his naht Well, do you knohat Zangorri did to avenge his brother's death?”
”No; what?”
”For lishlishman who had caused the death of his brother He had a shi+p; he got a crew and sailed through the Eastern seas, capturing English shi+ps and killing the crews This was his vengeance” Vijal gave a groan
”You see he has done more than you He knew better than you who it was that had killed your father”
”Who was it?” cried Vijal, fiercely
”I saw hi the question, of the other ”I saw him twice, and twice he told ht For year after year he had sought after that lishht, and charged eance I proeance of my own to perform, and on the same man, too
”Who was he?” repeated Vijal, with increased excite which he said he had worn around his neck for years I took it, and proht should be accoer than his, and on the saain, with restless impetuosity
Brandon unbuttoned his vest and drew forth a Malay creese, which was hung around his neck and worn under his coat
”Do you knohat this is?” he asked, solemnly
Vijal took it and looked at it earnestly His eyes dilated, his nostrils quivered
”My father's!” he cried, in a trelish letters?”
”Yes”
”Can you read the name that is cut upon it?”