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It is fifteen years now since he waded ashore at Copenhagen, and first heard the bullets whistle round him. In about a month hence, the last important hornwork is forced; Charles, himself seen fiercely fighting on the place, is swept back from his last hornwork; and the general storm, now altogether irresistible, is evidently at hand.
He gave a low whistle, and, without waiting for an answer, pulled the helpless child through the entrance. Then, groping his way over the slimy stones and through the oozing mud, he dragged the affrighted little one after him, to the mouth of the cave, and called: "Dad, I'm here." "Come right in," answered a voice.
"And thanked God, Buck?" "Kate, I ain't ashamed if maybe I did. But since then I ain't seen or heard Dan, but all the time I rode I was expecting to hear his whistle behind me, close up." All the life died from her face. "No, Buck, if he'd a followed all the way he would have caught you in spite of your relay. No, I understand what happened.
The unexpected and encouraging whistle of the latter on this occasion, which had been given in pure unconsciousness, caused him to prick his ears, and uttering a sharp cry, he sprang over the gate, bounding rapidly towards the eminence on which his master stood.
Not the kind of a scrap I care for; in a half light you can't tell friend from foe; but Worth went to it and what was there to do but follow? I shouted and blew my whistle, hoping our men would hear, heed, and let up shooting.
He was a young man who, it may be surmised, had had some experience with the other sex at Andover and elsewhere. He had not spent all of his life in Brampton. "I've often thought of you since that day when you wouldn't take the whistle," he declared. "What are you laughing at?" "I'm laughing at you," said Cynthia, leaning against the tree, with her hands behind her.
We are going to have an awful night. Hear the wind whistle and moan, and the sky is already black with clouds. The roar of the surface grows louder every hour. Think of that lovely form being out in those black angry waves, darted at and preyed upon by horrible slimy monsters. Oh, it fairly makes my flesh creep!"
But even if Connie's transitory affections were temporarily engaged, surely Donald was not encouraging her! A low whistle from the path below made her look down. It was Connie and she was stepping very cautiously as if trying to elude somebody. "Miss Lady!" she called softly. "Aren't you coming down again?" "No, I'm going to bed." "Don't go yet. I'm coming up. I want to tell you something."
It was the man-smell which had made the wolf so cautious. With savage but curious eyes he watched the man, with no thought of attacking alone so redoubtable a foe. Presently the latter began to whistle, and at the incomprehensible sound the wolf shrank back, fear mingled with his curiosity.
"I wonder if he, too," Julien murmured, "has to call on Madame Christophor?" The whistle sounded. Kendricks put out his great hands. "Good luck to you, Julien, old fellow!" he said. "Stand up to life like a man and look it in the face. I tell you I haven't been gassing to-night. I'd hate to pose as a moralist, but I do believe that misfortunes are often blessings in disguise.
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