"I'll get that flag for you," he said to Hamilton, "if I have to
put every man, woman and child in this town on the rack. It lies,
I think, between Miss Roussillon and the priest, although both
insistently deny it. I've thought it over in every way, and I
can't see how they can both be ignorant of where it is, or at
least who got it."
Hamilton, since being treated to that wonderful blow on the jaw,
was apt to fall into a spasm of anger whenever the name Roussillon
was spoken in his hearing. Involuntarily he would put his hand to
his cheek, and grimace reminiscently.
"If it's that girl, make her tell," he savagely commanded. "Let's
have no trifling about it. If it's the priest, then make him tell,
or tie him up by the thumbs. Get that flag, or show some good
reason for your failure. I'm not going to be baffled."
The Captain's adventure with Father Beret came just in time to
make it count against that courageous and bellicose missionary in
more ways than one. Farnsworth did not tell Hamilton or any other
person about what the priest had done to him, but nursed his sore
ribs and his wrath, waiting patiently for the revenge that he
meant soon to take.
Alice heard from Adrienne the story of Farnsworth's conduct and
his humiliating discomfiture at the hands of Father Beret. She was
both indignant and delighted, sympathizing with Adrienne and
glorying in the priest's vigorous pugilistic achievement.
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