“The squeamish Lacy is nervous – of having to watch Dublin cut Manus Xingue’s throat – Dublin senses this. ‘Now listen, Manus Xingue will have his back to us – I am right-handed – keep on my left side, but don’t restrict my movements. Walk up, giving it plenty of rabbit – which won’t be hard for you – understand. Jim should have let me do this a long time ago!’ Darkness now; tropical night had fallen. The squeamish Jack Lacy swallows hard. ‘Can’t you just brain him, Frank – instead of cu...tting his nanny-goat?’ As they round a small bend, the flickering flames of the camp-fire illuminate a horrific sight! ‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph!’ exclaims Dublin, as he notices Sgt Kane leaning against a tree in an awkward sitting position. ‘Gordon Bennett – rip my reed!’ gasps Lacy, instantly throwing up. Kane presents a grotesque sight – his head and right arm are missing – gouts of blood soak his uniform – a large, barbed arrow pins him to the tree.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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