He's na coward,
th' Senestro. He put th' doctor in th' Jarados' home! Only th'
Prophecy worries him at all."
At last Watson was touching firm ground. Things were beginning to
link up--the Senestro, the professor, the Prophecy of the Jarados.
"Well, sor, we Bars have kept th' ould doctor prisoner there iver
since he come, wit' none save me to give him a wee bit word av
comfort. But it dinna hurt th' old gent. Whin he finds all them
balls an' rainbows an' eddicated secrets, he forgets iverything
else; he's contint wit 'his discovery. 'Tis th' wise head th'
doctor has; an' Oi make no doobt he's th' real Jarados."
The red-haired man went on to say that the professor knew of
Chick's coming from the beginning. He immediately called in
MacPherson and gave him some orders, or rather directions, which
the Irishman could not understand. He knew only that he was to go
to the Temple of the Leaf and there touch certain objects in a
certain way; also, he was to arrange to get near Chick, and give
him a word of cheer.
"But it dinna work as he said it, sor; he had expected to catch
th' Senestro. Instead, 'twas th' dog got th' Bar. A foine pup,
sor; she saved yer loife."
"Where's the dog now?"
"She's on th' Spot av Life, sor. She willna leave it. Tis a
strange thing to see how she clings to it. Th' Rhamdas only come
near enough to feed her."
Thus Chick learned that, as soon as he got well, he and MacPherson
were to seek the doctor, and help him to get away with the secrets
he had found, the truths behind the mystery of the Spot.
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