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With numerous turnings, and with the sounds of Jack Dudley's shouts and firing faintly reaching his ears, young Greenwood continued marching in front of his captor long after the sun had set and night closed in.
The captor eyed his captive with a look of conscious pride, and said with some complacence, "You see, and perhaps repent, your rashness in the accusation you made." "It was true." "I do not think it worth my while to deny it here; but what of that? You are a Dane by the fortune of birth, but an Englishman by choice; the worse choice, you will find, of the two." Alfgar felt confused.
And although he had never come into actual contact with the man, he had seen him and knew about the exploits of the owner of that perfect animal. The half-breed approached him with an improvised gag. For the life of him Jim could not resist a temptation which at that moment assailed him. The threatening attitude of his captor for the instant had lost its effect.
"We have got to do something." "You bet," replied Chester, "and we've got to do it now." He took off his cap, twirled it about a few seconds, and let it fall to the ground. Chester stooped to pick it up. Rising suddenly, he came up under the guard of his nearest captor, and with his head butted him with all his force under the chin. The blow was more than flesh and blood could stand.
His face was bleeding with a long scratch, his brow was bruised. Annie knelt on him, the other girls knelt and hung on to him. Their faces were flushed, their hair wild, their eyes were all glittering strangely. He lay at last quite still, with face averted, as an animal lies when it is defeated and at the mercy of the captor. Sometimes his eye glanced back at the wild faces of the girls.
Her companions stopped on the gangplank, and they were silent. "Why is this sick man on the ship," she said to my captor, with some little touch of haughtiness. "And why is he swathed thus? What is wrong with him?" Evan bowed again, and at once began his tale as he had told it to Thorgils. But he did not say that I came from near Pembroke at all.
They crossed the room to a door which his captor directed him to open, and after they had passed through and she had closed it behind them the girl struck a match and lit a candle which stood upon a little bracket on the partition wall. The dim light of the tallow dip showed Barney that he was in a narrow hall from which several doors opened into different rooms.
He advanced into the room returning the salutes of the company, but his glance travelling straight to me and my captor. "What have we here, François?" "This is a fellow of Étienne de Mar's, M. le Duc," Brie answered. "He came here with messages for Mlle. de Montluc. I am getting out of him what Mar has been up to since he disappeared a month back."
His hands relaxed and fall away from the throat, leaving finger marks there in the flesh. "Git up off'n him!" a new voice commanded harshly, and Casey obeyed. His captor shifted the gun muzzle to the back of Casey's neck and poked the gasping, bearded old man with his toe. "Git up, Paw, you old fool, you! What'd you let 'im light on yuh fer? Why couldn't you a stood back a piece, outa reach?
Instead, the bear whirled and, humping himself almost into a furry ball, galloped away. His captor, with the rope twisted about her arm, could not have freed herself in time, even had she thought of so doing. "Help! Oh, help!" she wailed, as her feet were jerked from under her and she was hurled violently to the ground. "Help p!" The camp of the Overland Riders was in an uproar in an instant.
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