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He gave a look around, and, through the darkness, discovered a confused mass at a hundred paces before him on the left of the road. "There is a copse!" he exclaimed. "To take refuge there is to run the risk of being caught, if they are in search of me; but I have no choice." In a few moments Michael, dragging his horse by the bridle, reached a little larch wood, through which the road lay.
Infantry and cavalry approached the island, quite unsuspicious of its being occupied. The twelve riflemen whom we had stationed there remained perfectly quiet, concealed behind the trees; allowed squadrons and companies to come within twenty paces of them, and then opened their fire, first from their pistols, then from their rifles.
Bram greeted them with the snap of his whip, and when Philip was ready motioned him to lead the way into the north. Half a dozen paces behind Philip followed Bram, and twice that distance behind the outlaw came the pack. Now that his senses were readjusting themselves and his pulse beating more evenly Philip began to take stock of the situation.
This being beyond the attainment of the bear, it may be said that Billy's escape was absolute. The sudden check in Tim's words was caused by bruin, who had passed but a few paces beyond the youth, when, seeing how useless it was to pursue the pony, he wheeled and once more charged upon the master. The moment had arrived for the young rancher to call his legs into service.
We lined up in the pitchy darkness at five paces apart, but no sooner had we reached this than a whispered order passed from man to man: "Another pace, lads, just another pace." This order came again and yet again. Before we were through and ready for the command to advance, we were at least twice five paces each man from his nearest comrade.
He visited the monastery of Sumde-pu-pe, where was a hermitage consisting of a single room five paces each way, built over a spring that bubbles up in the centre. Inside the hermit had been walled up with only a tiny tunnel communicating with the outside world. Once inside, he was never again to see the light of day nor hear a human voice.
The dark firmament and keen cold air suited one who had little need of aids to emotion one who had, indeed, but the single wish to get rid, if he only could, of the terrible sensation in his head, that bruised, battered, imprisoned feeling of a man who paces his cell never, never to get out at either end.
Now paces slowly from timber to timber a horseman clad in black, with a meditative brow, as of one who, whithersoever his steed might bear him, would still journey through a mist of brooding thought. He is a country preacher, going to labor at a protracted meeting. The next object passing townward is a butcher's cart, canopied with its arch of snow- white cotton.
What was it, Merry?" But before Frank had an opportunity to speak, Bart Hodge, who was several paces distant, called Berlin's name. "See you later see you later, Merry," laughed Berlin, as he patted Frank on the back and broke away. Then, with almost boyish lightness, he ran in the direction of Hodge. Frank and Inza looked after him smilingly. Inza laid a hand on one of her husband's arms.
I must have a drink. Take a drink, too, my boy, but not all at once, not all at once!" They drink. Haggart paces the room heavily and slowly, like a man who is imprisoned in a dungeon but does not want to escape. "I feel sad," he says, without looking at Khorre. Khorre, as though understanding, shakes his head in assent. "Sad? I understand. Since then?" "Ever since then."
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