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It was but a murmur in her brain, as she ran up the steep stairway close to the gate, and climbed on to the wall. Maïeddine, streaming with blood, was sheltering in the narrow angle of the gate-post where the firing from the towers struck the wall instead of his body.
He would also stand for hours on the top of a monolith he thought it was a gate-post and try to crack his cattle-whip like a pistol-shot. He had to climb to a height to get the lash off the ground at all.
Ribsam was leaning on the gate-post, as was a favorite custom of his, and the tobacco smoke ascended in clouds and rings, as though he was a locomotive tugging hard at a train, with the wheels continually slipping. He looked at the boys without stirring or speaking, as they passed out the gate and gently closed it, so as not to jar the old gentleman leaning upon it.
If people knew what we were doing it for they might be glad to help on the good work What?" So at the next farm, which was half hidden by trees, like the picture at the beginning of "Sensible Susan," we tied the pony to the gate-post and knocked at the door. It was opened by a man this time, and Dora said to him "We are honest traders. We are trying to sell these things to keep a lady who is poor.
"Pooh, sir! I say dammit! are ye mad, sir, to go bowing and scraping to a gate-post, as though it were an Admiral of the Fleet or Nelson himself are ye mad or only drunk, sir? I say, what d' ye mean?" Here Barnabas put on his hat and opened the book.
"You couldn't be much nearer to it, sir," said the policeman dryly, and pointed to a large number, fairly visible, on the wide gate-post. George had not inspected the gate-post. "Oh! Thanks!" He mounted the steps, and in the thick gloom of the portico fumbled for the bell and rang it. He was tremendously excited and expectant and apprehensive and puzzled.
There was a certain lingual character in the supplicatory expressions he produced, which would well nigh have drawn an ache from the heart of a gate-post.
A young hunter stood leaning against the gate-post of the palisades, watching the movements of the Indians, who, having just finished a long "palaver" or talk with Major Hope, were now in the act of preparing supper. A fire had been kindled on the greensward in front of the tent, and above it stood a tripod, from which depended a large tin camp-kettle.
A saddle-horse, with a cloud of steam rising from her, was standing with the reins over its head, linked to the gate-post. It was Cæsar's mare, Molly. Every eye was on the house, and no one saw Pete as he came up behind. "Black Tom's saying there's not a doubt of it," said a woman. "Gone with the young Ballawhaine, eh?" said a man. "Shame on her, the hussy," said another woman.
There was no one to hold my horse, but that is a slight matter in America, where a gate-post or a branch of a tree often serves as a groom. Bethinking me of this ready expedient I tossed my rein over one of the palings, and walked toward the house. It was natural I should have thoughts about my yesterday's antagonist. Would I encounter him? Not likely.
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