From the actions of his white partner, I surmised that
Holman's bullet had struck him in the left shoulder, and the surmise
proved true. The attack of the dancers had jerked the youngster's arm,
and the wound was twelve inches above the point that Holman had aimed
at.
With One Eye and the three dancers holding him upon his feet, and the
blood dripping from the wound, he kicked us furiously, howling
unspeakable imprecations as he drove his heavy boots against our ribs.
We had met the real Leith at last. The devilishness that we had sensed
behind the lustreless eyes blazed forth in full fury, and to me,
familiar as I was with all the weird and wonderful curse phraseology
used by the skippers and mates of the island boats, his anathemas
impressed me as being the most blood curdling oaths that had ever come
to my ears. The man was a devil at that minute. His tremendous strength
made the restraining efforts of the other four useless, and we were in
danger of being kicked to death if a merciful interruption had not
stopped him. The horrified Professor, who was sitting upright during the
exhibition of brutality, lifted up his voice in protest, and his shrill
denunciations brought a cry out of the surrounding gloom.
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