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He came to the room where the two officers were seated and stumbled over Mr. Blake's boots. "What on earth do you want, Hogan?" asked Ray, looking up from his paper and pipe. "I was wanting to clane the lootenant's pistol, sir, an' it isn't in the holster." "You needn't clean it to-night," said Ray, coloring. "I want it." "What the dickens do you want it for to-night?" said Blake.
"The force of my will." "You have plenty of that! But suppose, by some impossible chance, your ideal resists you even then?" "Then I know what will remain for me to do." "You will resort to the pistol?" "Not for him, but for myself," she replied, in a tone so resolute as to exclude any suggestion of bravado.
"I don't know what we'll do, sir, when the time comes ... and God only knows what they'll do." "Good God! what's that?" Some new commotion was apparent at the entrance of the bank. The assistant teller grasped his pistol. The line of waiting men and women turned, for the moment forgetting their quest. William Sherman, attended by two armed constables, entered the door.
On these occasions the pistol lay on Daylight's lap, covered carelessly by a newspaper, while he was usually engaged in rolling or lighting his brown-paper cigarettes. But in the end, the thing was accomplished. A suit-case was brought up by one of the clerks from the waiting motor-car, and Daylight snapped it shut on the last package of bills. He paused at the door to make his final remarks.
The bull was just lowering his head to charge forward his horns were set the foam fell from his lips and his eyes glanced fire out of their dark orbs. Before he could make the rush, there came the loud report of a pistol a cloud of sulphury smoke a short struggle on the cliff and then a dead plunge in the torrent below!
'This is powder; that 'ere's a bullet; and this is a little bit of a old hat for waddin'. Oliver murmured his comprehension of the different bodies referred to; and Mr. Sikes proceeded to load the pistol, with great nicety and deliberation. 'Now it's loaded, said Mr. Sikes, when he had finished. 'Yes, I see it is, sir, replied Oliver.
"'Neither to-morrow nor another day: I will never leave you again while I live. "At the same instant she drew something swiftly from under her cloak, there was the sound of a pistol shot and she lay dead at our feet, her blood splashing upon Jack's shirt and hands as she fell." Alan paused in his recital.
It was not until the following afternoon in the gun-room, when Musard drew your attention to the pistol-case, that I remembered that the pistol I had used was still at the back of the fireplace upstairs, where apparently it had lain undiscovered during my illness. I had taken the precaution of concealing the key of the case, but I decided to restore the pistol that night after you left.
These preparations for Hubbard's comfort completed, George and I returned to the tent to arrange the kits we were to take with us. Hubbard sat in the middle of the tent towards the rear; George and I on either side of him in the front. Hubbard gave George his pistol and compass, and I had my own pistol and compass. The pistols we fastened to our belts along with a sheath knife and tin cup.
I knew well for whom he was looking. As no Joe Kelly came to meet him, he returned in a few minutes towards me. I had my hand upon the pistol in my pocket. "You are my Lard Glenthorn, I presume," said he. "I am." "Then you will come with me, if you plase, my lard," said he.
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