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"Will you and Mr. Gage assist at the sheet?" "Ay, ay, sir! This is heavy work. I hope she'll carry that foresail." "She must carry it, or carry it away," added Terrill. "We are falling off badly." "So we are; it ought to be done," answered the boatswain, as he began to overhaul the sheets. It was with the greatest difficulty that any one could stand up on deck.
"Where are the professors?" asked Terrill. "Can they speak Dutch?" The professors, who had seen enough of rough weather for one day, had been making themselves as comfortable as possible in the cabin. The Dutchman and his family were conducted below by the first lieutenant. "What have you here?" demanded Mr.
Terrill was a Cadet Sergeant, and, while my company was forming for parade, having, given me an order, in what I considered an improper tone, to "dress" in a certain direction, when I believed I was accurately dressed, I fancied I had a grievance, and made toward him with a lowered bayonet, but my better judgment recalled me before actual contact could take place.
"I think the assault was something of an accident," she continued; "or, rather, it was more the doing of Terrill than of Lane." "What was the cause of Terrill's enmity?" I asked. "He seemed to take a hearty personal interest in the case for a hired man." "For one thing, a family interest. I think he is a son of Lane's early years.
"Keep your helm hard down, Blair!" shouted Paul to the quartermaster in charge of the wheel. "She don't mind it now, sir!" yelled the quartermaster, at the top of his lungs. "She's falling off, Mr. Terrill," added Paul. "I see she is, sir." "We must keep her head up to it, or our decks will be washed. Hard down, Blair!" "She don't mind it, sir!" "Set the close-reefed foresail, Mr.
It's jest as well you're here instid of having a little passear with Tom Terrill and Darby Meeker and their pals." "Well," said I, as cheerfully as I could under the depressing circumstances, "if they want to kill me, I don't see how I can keep them from getting a chance sooner or later." Mother Borton looked anxious at this, and shook her head. "You must call on your men," she said decidedly.
Polly turned on Bud, displaying her resentment. "You an' him always kick up the devil when you're together. What did you bring him along fer?" she demanded. "It's his last chance to see any fun around here; he's leavin' for Texas," explained Bud. "Fer how long?" "Fer good." "Fer our good, you mean. There's too many of his kind comin' into this country. Did you hear about 'Ole Man' Terrill?"
Once, an owl, attracted by the fire, perched on a low overhanging branch and stared into the flames with great blinking yellow eyes; then, startled by an uneasy movement of the sleeper, it flew away with a dismal hoot. Ralph's dreams were troubled, a medley of combats with feathered foes, of lengthy altercations with Bill Terrill, of frantic digging in the ground for impossible gold.
Our renewed friendship was not destined to be of long duration, I am sorry to say, for a few days later, in the battle of Perryville, while gallantly fighting for his country, poor Terrill was killed. My suspension necessitated my leaving the Academy, and I returned home in the fall of 1851, much crestfallen.
"Ain't you off'n the water wagon, Thomp?" he asked, with a repulsive chortle. "Come on! What's the mat ?" He broke off abruptly as his eyes fell upon the torn remnants in the constable's hands. "What -what you got there?" he mumbled, turning pale. "Got a bargain in ?" "No," replied Thompson curtly. "Straight goods, Bill Terrill. And it won't be a bargain for -a burglar, unless I'm mistaken.
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