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Dan had flashed into the kitchen, and was about to leap from the window when he saw the gleam of a rifle-barrel, not ten feet away.
I put my cap in a fork of the cedar, laid my rifle-barrel on it, brought its stock to my shoulder, and bleated like a doe. "The big buck stopped, turned his body half round, his head wholly so, and looked straight towards me with his head down. "I drew a careful bead between his eyes, and dropped him stone-dead!
I took my place at the side of the grey rock. Edith crouched behind a broken pillar twenty feet away; slipped her rifle-barrel over it so that it would cover the opening. "The minutes crept by. The darkness lessened and through the breaches of the terrace I watched the far sky softly lighten. With the first pale flush the silence of the place intensified. It deepened; became unbearably expectant.
If they can saw a rifle-barrel in two in five minutes, you ought to get out of here inside of an hour." "Not quite," whispered Beigh. "My hands and feet are ironed." "Then I'll do the job myself," whispered Guzzy, as he applied the tool to one of the bars; "for it will be daylight within two hours."
The leader laughed quietly yes, good-naturedly. "Oh, you won't you won't kill us?" She had time to observe that there were smiles on the faces of all the men within the circle of light. "Rest assured, your highness," said the leader, leaning upon his rifle-barrel with careless grace, "we intend no harm to you. Every man you meet in Graustark is not a brigand, I trust, for your sake.
But, as I have said before, the sides of this tunnel are hard and smooth. The substances of which they are composed have been pressed together by a tremendous force. It is as unlikely that anything should fall from them as that particles should drop from the inside of a rifle-barrel.
The spear still hanging from his arm, Stern wheeled and followed. High and hard he swung the rifle-barrel, like a war-club. No counting of steps, now; no play at divinity. Panting, horror-stricken, frenzied with rage, bleeding, they ran. It was a hunt the hunt of the last two humans by the nightmare Horde.
He even jumped to Brodie's side and caught the rifle-barrel, shoving it downward. "If he does know where it is, give him a show to lead us to it. Ain't you got any sense? Before King gets back. If you popped him off now, how would we know where to look?" Brodie snarled at Benny and whipped the rifle clear of the nervous clutch.
He went down into the fort. Under his orders Captain Lynes drew up inside the gate a strong guard of Sikhs with their rifles loaded and bayonets fixed. A few lanterns threw a dim light upon the scene, glistening here and there upon the polish of an accoutrement or a rifle-barrel. "Present," whispered Lynes, and the rifles were raised to the shoulder, with every muzzle pointing towards the gate.
They came upon him with the lad clinging to his knees, and a shout went up. "Here's the Cressi kid. He gave the signal; let him have it!" But Norvin turned upon them, saying: "You can't kill this boy." "Step aside, Blake," ordered a red-faced man, raising and cocking his weapon. Norvin seized the rifle-barrel and turned it aside roughly. The two stared at each other with angry eyes.
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