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In the hall the burnt-out candle was spluttering on a wooden platter, and my Cossack, contrary to orders, was fast asleep, with his gun held in both hands. I left him at rest, took the candle, and entered the hut. Alas! my cashbox, my sabre with the silver chasing, my Daghestan dagger the gift of a friend all had vanished!
They have their enemies in vultures and other birds of prey; and as they are considered fit for food, war with spear and talon is constantly waged upon them. In the Orinoco another dangerous creature exists, called by the natives piraya, with a head shaped somewhat like a sabre. The lower jaw is furnished with a formidable pair of fangs, not unlike those of the rattlesnake.
When Niezguinek appeared in uniform, and with sabre in hand mounted his splendid charger, he looked so handsome and conducted the manoeuvres so well that he surpassed all the other chiefs in the country, thus causing much jealousy, even among his own brothers, for they were vexed that the youngest should outshine them, and so determined to ruin him.
At the same instant I heard a cry, and there was Duroc, thrown against the wall, with the other hound's teeth in his throat. He pushed it off with his left hand, while again and again he passed his sabre through its body, but it was not until I blew out its brains with my pistol that the iron jaws relaxed, and the fierce, bloodshot eyes were glazed in death. There was no time for us to pause.
Cymon Tuggs behind it: pallid with apprehension, and blue with wanting to cough. ‘Aha!’ exclaimed the captain, furiously. ‘What do I see? Slaughter, your sabre!’ ‘Cymon!’ screamed the Tuggses. ‘Mercy!’ said Belinda. ‘Platonic!’ gasped Cymon. ‘Your sabre!’ roared the captain: ‘Slaughter—unhand me—the villain’s life!’ ‘Murder!’ screamed the Tuggses. ‘Hold him fast, sir!’ faintly articulated Cymon.
The dragoons were on the pikes among the pike men, There was stabbing and cutting, pike and sabre clashed. Again the cavalry were driven back, again the musket bullets followed them musket bullets fired by marksmen. M'Cracken, at the head of his men, pushed forward. The dragoons took shelter, the English artillery and infantry opened fire. The street was swept with grape-shot and bullets.
"If you ever want a sabre to deal some special blow, my life is yours. I am good for that. My name is Jean Falcon, otherwise called Beau-Pied, sergeant of the first company of Hulot's veterans, seventy-second half-brigade, nicknamed 'Les Mayencais. Excuse my vanity; I can only offer you the soul of a sergeant, but that's at your service." He turned on his heel and walked off whistling.
The long, thin figure of the latter was concealed by a fur mantle, made of the skin of the white Lapland wolf, and lined and trimmed with a darker fur; around his waist was bound a costly gold embroidered shawl, from which hung a small golden cup, and a richly ornamented razor. At his side, instead of the Turkish sabre, a bag, richly worked with gold and pearls, was suspended by golden chains.
"You ought to hear old Bobs. Of course the little chap's all wrong." He seemed to be talking to himself, staring at the poster, more than to Sabre. Sabre, despite his preoccupation, was surprised. "All wrong? Good lord, I should have thought you of all people " And immediately a torrent of Otway was let loose upon him, bursting into his thoughts like a stone chucked through a study window.
Extracted from her at last that he was probably at Brighton. Couldn't get anything more definite out of her. "'Look here , cries Sabre. 'Look here look here, she didn't know! "'I am not surprised, says Humpo, 'I am not at all surprised. Court laughs cynically. 'You have interrupted us a great deal, says Humpo. 'It is time we saw if you will be equally informative in the witness box.
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