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Yes, they were men, and therefore, drunken and brutal as they were, they hesitated to close upon one helpless girl. "H l fire and furies! surround! disarm her, I say!" vociferated Thorg. Edith stood, her hand still grasping the pistol her other one raised in desperate entreaty. "Oh! one moment! for heaven's sake, one moment! Still hear me! I would not have fired upon your captain!
It was the terrible and remorseless Thorg! No one could doubt the identity for a single instant.
The sound of the unbarring of the door had deprived her of the last remnant of self-control. Edith struck a light, while the sound of footsteps and voices in the hall warned her that several persons had entered. "It's Nell, and Liddy, and Sol, from Hay Hill! Oh, Miss Edy! Thorg and his men are up dar a 'stroyin' everything! Oh, Miss Edy! an' us thought it was so safe an' out'n de way up dar!
And so Cloudesley came on behind, and elevating this formidable weapon in both hands, raising himself in his stirrups and throwing his whole weight with the stroke, he dealt a blow upon the head of Thorg that brought him to the earth stunned. From the impetus Cloudesley himself had received, he had nearly lost his saddle, but had recovered. "They fly! They fly!
You yourself will greatly regret having given it, when you are calmer," said a young officer, riding hastily forward, and now, for the first time, taking a part in the scene. An honorable youth in a band of licensed military marauders. "'Sdeath, sir! Don't interfere with me! Seize her, rascals!" "One step more, and I pull the trigger!" said Edith. "Captain Thorg!
He was but a stripling, scarcely older than Edith's self the arm that wielded that slender blade scarcely stronger than Edith's own but the fire that flashed from the eagle eye showed a spirit to rescue or die in her defense. Thorg threw himself into the most frantic fury a volley of the most horrible oaths was discharged from his lips. "Upon that villain, men! Beat him down! Slay him!
The low, square-built, thick-set body, the huge head, the bull neck, heavy jowl, coarse, sensual lips, bloodshot eyes, and fiery visage surrounded with coarse red hair the whole brutalized, demonized aspect could belong to no monster in the universe but that cross between the fiend and the beast called Thorg!
I wish, I does, my fingers had shriveled and dropped off afore they ever did it!" exclaimed Oliver, in a passion of remorse, as he ran forward, rake in hand. He was quickly thrown down and disarmed no one had any hesitation in dealing with him. "Now then, my fair!" said Thorg, moving toward his victim.
He had an insidious and unscrupulous enemy, who assumed the guise of repentance, and candor, and friendship, the better to lure him into his toils it was the infamous Colonel Thorg, who received the command of the regiment, in reward for his great services in America. And Michael's only powerful friend, who could and would have saved him was dead.
"He was tried for mutiny or rebellion I know not which but it was for raising arms against his superior officers while here in America the occasion was but you know the occasion better than I do." "Yes, yes, it was when he rescued Edith from the violence of Thorg and his men. But oh! heaven, how horrible! that he should have been condemned to death for a noble act!
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