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Below, Nathan, the Christian, seized upon the shoulders of the Maccabee as he was dashing after the thousands. His face was black with terror for Laodice. He struggled to throw off Nathan, crying futilely against the uproar that Laodice was perishing. "Comfort thee!" the Christian shouted in his ear. "She is saved. She sent me to thee."
And you, of course, are somehow different to the majority. I wonder how you will each end? St. Quintin will perhaps become a bishop. Dick Bruce will write an astounding, weird novel, and bound into fame. And you? ..." He flushed a little. "I shall be left far behind by both of them, futilely wishing to catch up." "I hope not. Your chance is just as good as theirs, if you choose to make it so,"
And then they saw their own Tennessee ignore the monitors and charge the Hartford. But they beheld, too, the Hartford's better speed avoid the fearful blow and press on up the channel and the bay, though torn and bleeding from her foe's broadside, while her own futilely glanced or rebounded from his impenetrable mail.
The print shop was ready, The Wand was ready, I was ready the only hitch was that I couldn't operate the new press we had bought, because we couldn't put it together. Ida Mary and I labored futilely with bolts and screws and other iron parts for two days. I had sat down in the doorway to rest, exhausted by my tussle with the machinery, when I saw a man coming from the Indian settlement.
He heard the bullet sing futilely past him; heard the sharp crack of the rifle, and peered down to see the man again running his horse across the level. Calumet drew his pistol, but saw that the distance was too great for effective shooting, and savagely jammed the weapon back into the holster.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she heard herself saying contritely, all the time desperately groping to invent a reason; at length, she added futilely: "I must have scratched you." Rance looked puzzled, staring at the spatter of red as though hypnotised. "No, there's no scratch there," he contended, wiping off the blood with his handkerchief.
But as they drew nearer the prey, from their respective paths the others had heard the sounds of sudden, deep growling and forgotten the deer, who scattered as they left cover and came running to the place where his father was being mauled and dragged by a bear, also far from its home, with his brother stabbing futilely with his tiny spear and crying and screaming as his father made no sound.
"You can't come in! go away!" cried Rebecca. "I don't want to say anything hard to you," said Barney. "Go away, go away!" repeated Rebecca, and then he heard her sob. "Don't cry," pleaded Barney, futilely, through the door. But he heard his sister's retreating steps and her sobs dying away in the distance. He went away, and did not try to see her again.
He paused and watched Gahan's face intently for any sign of the effect of this knowledge and was rewarded with a quick, though guarded expression of recognition. Tasor! Friend of his youth. The son of that great Gatholian noble who had given his life so gloriously, however futilely, in an attempt to defend Gahan's sire from the daggers of the assassins.
That night his mate fled away through the pale moonlight, Rasmunsen futilely puncturing the silence with his revolver a thing that he handled with more celerity than cleverness. Thirty-six hours later the Indian made a police camp on the Big Salmon. "Um um um funny mans what you call? top um head all loose," the interpreter explained to the puzzled captain. "Eh? Yep, clazy, much clazy mans.
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