Theodore Goodridge Roberts

Theodore Goodridge Roberts

Summary

Portrait of Theodore Goodridge Roberts Theodore Goodridge Roberts,  Crab Reef — chapter 1 (1923)

“ Griffon babbled of other days, of apples and cider and old trees with mistletoe in their branches. He fell frequently and cursed Big Tom every time for picking him up. At last Big Tom let him lie, regarded him helplessly for a few seconds, and then lay down beside him. The knife that had slashed so far into the jungle's tough heart slipped unheeded from the black fingers.
Big Tom was not beaten, however. He got to his feet again hours later, picked up his knife and his unconscious companion, and renewed the unequal conflict. He bucked the jungle desperately, with his friend in his arms.
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Portrait of Theodore Goodridge Roberts Theodore Goodridge Roberts,  Crab Reef — chapter 1 (1923)

“ But the African seemed tireless.
"I must rest again," said Griffon. "Must have lost quarts of blood."
"Nope, we best keep a-goin'," replied Tom, lifting the other easily in both arms and moving steadily onward.
After ten minutes, Griffon spoke again.
"There's no chance for us," he said. "They'll catch us in a day or a week, dead or alive. They'll hunt us with dogs—and every cursed planter in the island will join in the hunt. The masters and the soldiers will hunt us; and our own kind will help track us and drag us down—the white slaves and the black.
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