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Suddenly came the sound of a great gush, and the group parted from the bed and vanished. Gibbie darted towards it. The words, "_O Lord Jesus!_" came to his ears, and he heard no more: they were poor Sambo's last in this world. The light of a street lamp fell upon the bed: the blood was welling, in great thick throbs, out of his huge black throat. They had bent his head back, and the gash gaped wide. SUDDENLY CAME THE SOUND OF A GREAT GUSH AND THE GROUP PARTED FROM THE BED AND VANISHED GIBBEY DARTED TOWARDS IT THE WORDS O LORD JESUS CAME TO HIS EARS AND HE HEARD NO MORE THEY WERE POOR SAMBO'S LAST IN THIS WORLD THE LIGHT OF A STREET LAMP FELL UPON THE BED THE BLOOD WAS WELLING IN GREAT THICK THROBS OUT OF HIS HUGE BLACK THROAT THEY HAD BENT HIS HEAD BACK AND THE GASH GAPED WIDE
the table and bottles and glasses atop of them. At the vision of their plight his good humour instantly returned, he burst into a great hearty laugh, and proceeded at once to lift the table from off them. That effected, he caught up Gibbie in his arms, and carried him with him to bed. In the middle of the night Gibbie half woke, and, finding himself alone, sought his father’s bosom; then, in the confusion between sleeping and waking, imagined his father’s death come again. Presently he remembered it was in Sambo’s arms he fell asleep, but where he was now he could not tell: certainly he was not in bed. Groping, he pushed a door, and a glimmer of light came in. He was in a closet of the room in which Sambo slept--and something was to do about his bed. He rose softly and peeped out. There stood several men, and a struggle was going on--nearly noiseless. Gibbie was half-dazed, and could not understand; but he had little anxiety about Sambo, in whose prowess he had a triumphant confidence. Y SPRAWLING ON THE FLOOR WITH THE TABLE AND BOTTLES AND GLASSES ATOP OF THEM AT THE VISION OF THEIR PLIGHT HIS GOOD HUMOR INSTANTLY RETURNED HE BURST INTO A GREAT HEARTY LAUGH AND PROCEEDED AT ONCE TO LIFT THE TABLE FROM OFF THEM THAT AFFECTED HE CAUGHT UP GIBBEY IN HIS ARMS AND CARRIED HIM WITH HIM TO BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT GIBBEY HALF WOKE AND FINDING HIMSELF ALONE SOUGHT HIS FATHER'S BOSOM THEN IN THE CONFUSION BETWEEN SLEEPING AND WAKING IMAGINED HIS FATHER'S DEATH COME AGAIN PRESENTLY HE REMEMBERED IT WAS IN SAMBO'S ARMS HE FELL ASLEEP BUT WHERE HE WAS NOW HE COULD NOT TELL CERTAINLY HE WAS NOT IN BED GROPING HE PUSHED A DOOR AND A GLIMMER OF LIGHT CAME IN HE WAS IN A CLOSET OF THE ROOM IN WHICH SAMBO SLEPT AND SOMETHING WAS TO DO ABOUT HIS BED HE ROSE SOFTLY AND PEEPED DOWN THERE STOOD SEVERAL MEN AND A STRUGGLE WAS GOING ON NEARLY NOISELESS GIBBEY WAS HALF DAZED AND COULD NOT UNDERSTAND BUT HE HAD LITTLE ANXIETY ABOUT SAMBO IN WHOSE PROWESS HE HAD A TRIUMPHANT CONFIDENCE
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