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When the rider was nearing his ambush, Rathburn quickly scanned the empty stretch of trail to westward, then leaped down and confronted the horseman. Ed Lamy drew rein with an exclamation of surprise. "There's not much time, an' I don't hanker to be seen afoot," said Rathburn quickly. "Where's my horse?"
Vallier, he received a communication from Father Lamy who was then pastor of the isle of Orleans asking for a mission of the Sisters of the Congregation for his parish, and stating that he was not a stranger to the good they had effected in Montreal. The zealous prelate immediately wrote to Sister Bourgeois for two Sisters to found the mission.
Rathburn always thought of his horse first; and, although it might seem that he taxed the animal's powers to their utmost at times, he never went beyond a certain point. He had often said he would surrender to his pursuers rather than kill his mount in evading them. The first faint glimmer of the dawn was lighting the skies above the ridges to the eastward when he roused Lamy.
They caught another glimpse of the horsemen in the north. As they drew opposite the ranch house, on the west or front side, they saw a woman leave it and walk the short distance to the barn and enter. At that moment both Rathburn and Lamy gave vent to low exclamations. They had caught sight of riders in the south and to the east. They appeared to be surrounded by the posse.
I had to take his gun away from him an' sort of encourage him along with my own, but he did very nicely." "Just what I thought, Neal," said Brown. "This fellow took after him an' he captured him and made him lead him. Isn't that so?" he asked of Lamy. "Just a minute, Jud," Rathburn interrupted with a frown. "I can't let the importance of this momentous occasion be transferred to a subordinate.
Thet's th' one, sah! He'd some kind er trib-bilation with th' little gen'l'm' th' drummer gen'lm' as got on las' night to Lamy an' he brought him out, holdin' him like he was a kitten, to the lobby, an' jus' set him down an' boxed his ears till he hollered! Yes, sah, thet's th' one. He got off to Otero. An' th' little man he got off to Trinidad, an' said he was agoin' up by the Denver to Pueblo.
Germans in the domestic service of French citizens are allowed to remain in Paris. The French Institute is participating in the campaign reservist mobilization. M. Etienne Lamy, Perpetual Secretary of the French Academy, is a major in the territorial army and is about to take the field. M. Pierre Loti, who is a captain in the navy, will be provided with a suitable command.
On the third day a despatch came from Frederic Cullen telling his father he would join us at Lamy on No. 3 that evening. I at once ordered 97 and 218 coupled to the connecting train, and in an hour we were back on the main line. While waiting for the overland to arrive, Mr.
Rathburn had to fight off continual drowsiness. For long hours he walked along the edge of the pines. He dared not trust himself to sleep. He dared not trust Lamy to stand guard while he obtained some rest, and he knew that when the sun came up and the day began, he would be thoroughly awake again; for more than once he had gone two nights without sleep.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lamy look hurriedly about and step into the kitchen. He followed him. Lamy grabbed part of a loaf of bread and some cold meat on a shelf above the kitchen table. "There's usually a cellar under the main room in these square houses," he said, hurrying back into the larger room.
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