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As we had no lights, we could in fact do nothing before that time, except to wander around in the darkness, and fire without an accurate view of the enemy's works. The First Shot. Defective Guns. John Carmody's Exploit. Destructive Effects of the Bombardment. Burning of the Officers' Quarters. Terrific Conflagration.
Christian leaned hard on Larry's shoulder as she rose to her feet. "I'm going to get Carmody's gun," she said, beginning to walk away. "He had one. I saw it. I don't suppose he'll mind lending it to me."
The words fell distinctly from Carmody's lips with the studied quiet of desperation. Ethel stared wild-eyed at the speaker, and in the frozen silence of the room her tiny fists doubled until the knuckles whitened. Noting the effect upon the girl, he continued, speaking more rapidly now that the dreaded word had been uttered. "I had no wish to tell you this thing.
At that moment, had the elder man spoken the word weakened, he would have called it the course of lives would have been changed. But the moment passed. Hiram Carmody's shoulders squared to their accustomed set, and his eyes hardened as he regarded his son. "Well?" The word rang harsh, with a rising inflection that stung. The younger man made no reply and favored the speaker with a level stare.
During the infinitesimal interim between the shock which hurled him into the air, and the closing of the waters of Blood River over his head, Bill Carmody's brain received a confusion of flashlike impressions: The futile shouting and waving of arms upon the man-crowded bank of the river; the sudden roar of the rapid; the tense face of Fallon; the set jaw of big Stromberg as he stood ready to shoot out the line; and, above all, the leering eyes and sneering lips of Moncrossen.
Seated beside the pile, with his back resting against the ends of the logs, sat a man holding a rifle across his knees. Bill Carmody's fighting spirit thrilled at the sight. Here at last was action. Here were the stolen logs of bird's-eye, and guarding them was Creed!
"George," said Mrs. Taylor, "you come here." It may seem severe I think that it was severe. That evening when Mr. Taylor came home to his family, George received a thrashing for disobedience. "And I suppose," said Mrs. Taylor to her husband, "that she came out just in time to stop 'em breaking Bob Carmody's neck for him." Upon the day following Mrs. Taylor essayed the impossible.
"I'm a-comin' in, and you sha'n't stop me!" He made a sudden grab and caught Mrs. Carmody by the arm. But as he did this, Dave leaped into the little hallway and shoved him back. "Let go of this lady!" he said, sternly. "Let go, or I'll knock you down!" Surprised and bewildered, Sol Blugg dropped his hold on Mrs. Carmody's arm and glared uncertainly at our hero. "Who who are you?" he faltered.
It wasn't your fault, nohow, an' I didn't know how you felt about things." There may have been just the shadow of a smile at the corners of Hiram Carmody's mouth as he waved a dismissal. "We will consider the incident closed," he said. At the door the officer turned to the younger man, who had been a silent listener. "It's a pity to waste yourself that way.
These were things that were being told, too, to the men of Sanders's returning troop before they were fairly unsaddled at the stables; and that night, before ever he sought his soldier pillow, Shannon had been to "C" Troop's quarters in search of Trooper Stern and had wrung from him all that he could tell of Carmody's last fight on earth of his last words to Lieutenant Blakely.
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