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"My friend here says this is no good," said Raven to the Indians, tapping the flask with his finger. "He says no more drink." White Cloud shot a keen enquiring glance at Cameron, but he made no reply other than to stretch out his hand for Raven's flask again. Before many minutes the efficacy of Raven's methods of barter began to be apparent. The Indians lost their grave and dignified demeanour.
Under the voluminous cloak, warranted by the chilly wind, a tight-fitting tunic of dark green cloth, caught in by a broad buff leather belt with the clasp of a University, admirably defined the shapeliness of a slight but manly form. His hair, black as the raven's wing, was worn long and came curling down on his shoulders; his complexion was dark but clear.
That keen, boyish face with its coat of tan, its broad, whimsical mouth and the white, even teeth that once on a dare had cracked a walnut for her; its rugged jaw and the long, straight nose; its wide forehead and the straight eyebrows; and the thick hair as black as the raven's wing, rumpled by fingers that strove desperately to encourage a recalcitrant brain; and those big, bony hands, so large that her little brown paws were lost in them; and the broad shoulders hunched over the table, supported by widespread elbows that encroached upon her allotted space so often that she had to remind him: "I do wish you'd watch what you're doing," and he would get up and meekly recover the scattered sheets of paper from the floor.
Asmund and Eric, seeing this, mustered their army of freemen and thralls. There were one hundred and five of them, all stout men; but Ospakar Blacktooth's band numbered a hundred and thirty-three, and they stood with their backs to the Raven's Rift. "Now I would that Skallagrim was here to guard my back," said Eric, "for before this fight is done few will left standing to tell its tale."
White Cloud picked up a goat skin, heavy with its deep silky fur and with its rich splendour covered over the glittering mass of Raven's cheap and tawdry stuff. "Good trade," said White Cloud. "Him," pointing to the skin, "and," turning it back, "him," laying his hand upon the goods beneath. Raven smiled carelessly, pulled out a flask from his pocket, took a drink and passed it to the others.
"Come on, Master Ralph!" roared Nick Garth, as they came within hearing. "What is it? Found lead?" "Lead, sir, no, better than that. There's a raven's nest over the other side yonder." "Bah! What of that?" cried the lad breathlessly. "Here, Ram, go back to the castle, and get me a good crossbow and some bolts." "Going to shoot 'em, master?" cried Nick excitedly. "Well done, you!"
But in the morning, when he came down, Dick met him at the foot of the stairs. It was a changed Dick. His lip was trembling. Raven concerned, yet unable to deny himself a flippant inward comment, thought the boy looked as if he'd been saying his prayers. "She's gone, Jack," said Dick. In stress of intimacy, he often dropped the prefatory title. "Gone?" Raven's mind flew to Tira. "Where?"
But some day, so help me God, I shall bring these murderers to justice." "Ah!" said Sergeant Crisp again. "Good! Very good indeed! Now, my man, march!" "What's this, Sergeant Crisp?" The Commissioner, a tall, slight, and soldier-like man, keen-eyed and brisk of speech, rapped out his words like a man intent on business. "One of a whiskey gang, Sir. Dick Raven's, I suspect." "And the charge?"
"The intense black in the street under the tower of St. Jacques destroys the impression of atmosphere, though at a considerable distance it is as dark as the nearest raven's wing, which cannot relieve itself against it. This may have been done in order to obtain a certain arrangement of black and white patches," etc. This was done for the sheer purpose of oppositional effects.
The swaying movement of the lights shows that the players are struggling with each other and tugging back and forth. If the Aurora fades away and you utter a low whistle, the boys will come back as if answering to applause. The Milky Way is the snow that fell from the Raven's snowshoes when he walked across the sky, during one of his journeys while he was creating the inhabitants of earth.
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