United States or Iran ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The pounding of hoofs grew louder and louder, the picketed horses whinnied, then there was a wild gallop past the little camp, accompanied by fiendish yells. Not a man dared to investigate, for fear of ambush. All that they could do was to patiently await the coming of morning. "With the first rays of light all looked anxiously toward where the horses had been picketed so carelessly.
You'll have to be prudent, don't you see, and not show yourselves about here for a time. I'll see the bread is sent you somewhere." Sambuc shrugged his shoulders and laughed contemptuously. What did he care for the Prussians, the dirty cowards! And all at once he exploded in a fit of anger, pounding the table with his fist. "Tonnerre de Dieu!
He heard somebody say, "There went one of ours," and wondered which one it was. Not the Corisande, he hoped; no, it wasn't, he could see her rushing after two other ships which were, in turn, speeding toward the Black Star, the Sun Goddess and the Gilgamesh freighter. Then the Nemesis and the Starhopper were within gun-range, pounding each other savagely.
He began to swear horribly, grabbing at the boots with his free hand. "Pretty soon I won't take you at all; I won't, for a fact." He was interrupted by a rush of feet upon the back stairs and a clamorous pounding upon his door. He opened it to let in Maria Macapa, her hair dishevelled and her eyes starting with terror. "Oh, MISTER Schouler," she gasped, "lock the door quick. Don't let him get me.
I hear him pounding nails all day long in the back yard, and he made a good job of shingling the woodshed the other day. He seems made to be a carpenter." "Yes, I think so myself," said the Widow Sullivan. "The whole lot of them is out by the railroad now, building a hut.
"No; it was nothing, Thomas nothing at all," and she mounted and turned toward home. Her heart was still pounding with excitement and she walked her horse to gain composure. Twice, in circumstances most unusual and disquieting, she had witnessed an attack on John Armitage by an unknown enemy.
After having rested on this, let her strain again as much as possible, and if she be not successful, make a fumigation of half a drachm each of castor, opopanax, sulphur and asafoetida, pounding them into a powder and wetting the juice of rue, so that the smoke or fumes may go only into the matrix and no further.
"She got what was coming to her all right, mates." "Maybe that ain't hell, bullies! And she's lousy with treasure!" "Come here, Sam! That's the last of the Namur." Even from where we were, looking across that stretch of water, yet obscured by floating patches of mist, the vessel was plainly a total wreck, rapidly pounding to death on a sharp ledge of rock.
He hesitated. The sudden death of Americans had of late stirred a good deal of resentment across the line. Why not take the alibi Yeager so conveniently offered him? "Let's see your letter. But remember I promise nothing," said the Mexican roughly. Steve moved forward and gave it to him. His heart was pounding against his ribs as does that of a frightened rabbit in the hand.
"Why, Ranald, of course, hit Aleck, and knocked him over, too," said Hughie, with much satisfaction; "and then Aleck he is an awful fighter, you know jumped on Ranald and was pounding him just awful, the great big brute, when out came papa. He stepped up and caught Aleck by the neck and shook him just like a baby, saying, all the time, 'Would ye? I will teach you to fight on the Sabbath day!
Word Of The Day