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A storm of cheers greeted the general, as he sat his gray war-horse, in front of the men his head bare, his eyes flashing, and his cheeks flushed with the fighting-blood of the soldier. General Gordon, however, spurred to his side and seized his rein. "General Lee!" he exclaimed, "this is no place for you. Go to the rear. These are Virginians and Georgians, sir men who have never failed!
The group was furiously shelled, and one of the shells burst a few feet in rear of him, killing the horse of an officer near him, cutting the bridle-reins of others, and tearing up the ground in his immediate vicinity. This incident seemed to arouse in General Lee his fighting-blood.
He slid his hand into the breast of his jacket, pulled a little cord and drew out a silver whistle, the very same that he had used at Gallipoli. As he slid it to his lips, they tautened. A flood of memories surged over him. His fighting-blood was up, like that of all the other Legionaries in that hasty trench-line along the white sand-drifts. A moment's silence followed. Outwardly, all was peace.
Philip, my boy, do you know I am the sort of man that locks his door sometimes and cries his heart out of his eyes, that can sob like a woman and not be ashamed of it? I come of fighting-blood on one side, you know; I think I could be savage on occasion. But I am tender, more and more tender as I come into my fulness of manhood. I don't know what to make of these cases.
And all at once a wild, harsh, swelling chorus of cries arose; every face turned toward Stern; the engineer, amazed, knew not what all this meant, but to the ultimate drop in the arteries he pledged his fighting-blood to one last, bitter struggle. Silence again. Kamrou had not stirred. Still his great hands rested on his knees; but a thin, venomous smile lengthened his lips.
Philip, my boy, do you know I am the sort of man that locks his door sometimes and cries his heart out of his eyes, that can sob like a woman and not be ashamed of it? I come of fighting-blood on one side, you know; I think I could be savage on occasion. But I am tender, more and more tender as I come into my fulness of manhood. I don't know what to make of these cases.
To attribute this determination to despair and recklessness, would be doing injustice to the great soldier. It was still possible that he might be able to repulse the assault upon his right, and, by disabling the Federal force there, open his line of retreat. To this hope he no doubt clung, and the fighting-blood of his race was now thoroughly aroused.
In Rrisa's fighting-blood the supreme battle of his whole existence was aflame duty of annihilating the violator of his Faith combating duty of loyalty absolute to one whose salt he had eaten, to one who had preserved his life. So, in the dark he stood there, a shadow among shadows.
The suggestion that Pierce Phillips was in the slightest degree responsible for the death of Count Courteau had roused her indignation and her fighting-blood. Unable to endure the suspense of idle waiting, she had sought relief by assuming a sort of sentinel post where she could watch developments. It was something to be close to his affairs.
The door clanged shut; down dropped another bar. Bohannan laughed madly. The fighting-blood was leaping in his veins. "Oh, the grand fight!" he shouted. "God, the grand old fight!" Confused voices, crying out in Arabic, wheeled the Master from the door. This inner chamber, very much smaller than the outer, was well lighted by still more lamps, though here all were of chased silver.
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