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There was a dulness and melancholy kind of stupidity in Hal's countenance as he pronounced these words, like one wakening from a dream, which made both his uncle and his cousin burst out a-laughing. "Why," said Hal, who was now piqued, "I'm sure you did say, uncle, you would go to Mr. Hall's to choose the cloth for the uniform." "Very true, and so I will," said Mr.
He turned, as he let the machine dive, back toward the French lines. Then, as the German antiaircraft gunners saw their target flashing clear in flames and they strewed their shrapnel closer before it, the biplane fluttered and fell, no longer diving under guidance, but out of control. Chester jerked about to Hal; over the forms strapped between them, he saw Hal's face in the light of the flame.
In the darkness of the vestibule, Hal tried the door. "Locked," he said. "Lucky we came prepared." He opened the little grip he carried. Meanwhile, Chester had carried Hal's message to Gladys. The latter had repeated it to her mother, and these two now shadowed General Rentzel every place he moved, for they were fearful that he might decide at any moment to leave the house.
You come here, stirring up the men a union agitator, or whatever you are and you know that the first idea of these people, when they do break loose, is to put dynamite in the shafts and set fire to the buildings!" "Do they do that?" There was surprise in Hal's tone. "Haven't you read what they did in the last big strike? That dough-faced old preacher, John Edstrom, could tell you.
You'll hear enough of it anon. A most foul, bloody, and horrible plot, quite enough to hang every soul that has meddled in it, and yet safe to do no harm like poor Hal's blunderbuss, which would never go off, except when it burst, and blew him to pieces."
He had started in life with the idea of being a doctor, and had kept to it. Consequently he had little sympathy with Hal's vagaries, and often chided him for his lack of definite purpose. But as Hal's well-known war-whoop sounded under the window, he came out on his steps. "What's up?" he asked. "You look as black as a thunder cloud."
Chester became alarmed. "What's the matter?" he asked quickly. "One of those fellows bit me in the leg!" exclaimed Hal. It was true. As Hal had soared upward, one of the Germans had sprung forward, and being unable to free his hands, had seized the fleshy part of Hal's leg between his teeth. Evidently the gag had not been properly adjusted. "Kick him loose!" cried Chester.
Two bullets passed through the edge of the sergeant's right trousers' leg, one hole showing just above the other. The back of Hal's left hand was grazed just enough to show the blood. The stick that the lieutenant carried was cut in two by a bullet and half of the stick carried away from him.
"Do you hear me, you fellows?" tormented Hal's even voice again, "you who have of your own free will placed me, a quarter blood, as the leading boy in this school, my mother is a halfbreed, if you wish to use that refined term, and my mother is proud of it.
"Do you not think we could save him?" gasped Hal, his face like the face of the dead. "Save him!" ejaculated the lawyer; "that's worse than mad! Malafert alone can raise his bones along with 'Pot Rock." Hal groaned aloud. Perhaps the stranger had no intention of going up the river, until driven by them. It was a miserable thought, and hung with a leaden weight upon Hal's spirit.
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