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One thing was evident to them all the sharpshooter's ready tongue had suffered no hurt from the unhappy incident of the day before. Dorothy ran to put her hand in his, exclaiming: "How dreadful of me! I had forgotten that darling thing. Actually forgotten. How could I when she came from Jim?"
The crew has been selected by Captain Bartlett, and are mostly strangers to me. Commander Peary is too well known for me to describe him at length; thick reddish hair turning gray; heavy, bushy eyebrows shading his "sharpshooter's eyes" of steel gray, and long mustache. His hair grows rapidly and, when on the march, a thick heavy beard quickly appears.
Though the sharpshooter's rifle cracked twice during his run for the cottonwood, the sheepman reached the tree in safety. He could dodge through the brush as elusively as any man in Wyoming. It was a trick he had learned on the whitewashed football gridiron.
But when he got a little distance away from the rock the bank of smoke lifted suddenly, and it was only by quickly flattening himself down behind a little ridge of stone that he saved his life. The sharpshooter's bullet passed so close to his head that Dick felt as if he had received a complete hair cut, all in a flash. He fairly sprang back to the cover of his rock. What a fine rock that was!
The shrieking of a shell or tingling hiss of a sharpshooter's close-aimed bullet never came so near as to interrupt whatever polished expression of thanks, regret, or comment he might be uttering. And it was the real thing, too. The gentle heart was there.
If they didn't shoot to kill at first sight of him Ezram would have time in plenty to seek refuge in the forest and do a sharpshooter's business that would fill his old heart with joy. And there really wasn't any question as to which of the two should go. Their partnership was of long duration; their comradeship was deep; Ben was young, and Ezram himself was old!
The realization broke unbelievable across a momentary hiatus; brought me down from the false heights, to face it with her. A dizzy space had opened before me. I knew that she moved aside. She exclaimed. "Look!" It was the canteen, drained dry by a jagged gash from the sharpshooter's lead. "No matter, dear," she said. "No matter," said I. The subject was not worth pursuing.
But it does mean that any skilful handler of any machine must know how to use it; that a sharpshooter, for instance, must know how to use his machine the gun. Of course, a sharpshooter's skill is exercised in operating under very limited conditions, the conditions of shooting; and it does not include necessarily the maintenance of his gun in good condition.
A sharpshooter's bullet struck her; she toppled over into the water, while the men took to their heels and fled back into the smoke of the burning building. Similar horrors took place in nearly every lane; men were struck down in the attitudes of escape, and the hateful lean dogs that infest Chinese cities crept stealthily out of holes and corners.
While placing his guns in position General Sedgwick was killed by a sharpshooter's bullet a commander of high character and fearless courage and loved by every man in his army. On the morning of the 10th Hancock attempted to turn Lee's rear by crossing the Po. The movement failed and he was recalled with heavy losses under Early's assault as he recrossed the river.
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