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To be trodden beneath those mire-stained feet, to be rent by those filthy hands, to be swung up living by the ankles to some pole and then carved piecemeal he could not bear it. He drew his sword and turned to fly. "Stop him," yelled the mob, whereon he lunged at them wildly, running a small boy through the arm.

Fearing he would be killed, the other cowboys, who watched, shouted wildly to him, "Let go! Let go!" "Let go, hell!" he yelled back. "It's all I can do to hold on!" Then there was Great-uncle Jack Ammons, back in the earlier days of Illinois, who had become critically ill from some lingering disease of long standing.

They yelled to Salisbury, but neither he nor any one else could have heard a thunderbolt in that moment. Again Salisbury toed the rubber, and he hesitated, with his face turned toward second. But he had to pitch the ball, and as his elbow trembled the sprinter shot out of his tracks with the start that had made him famous. His red hair streaked in the wind like a waving flame.

On the power deck, Astro jammed the forward drive closed and slammed open the nose rockets. The ship trembled, bucked, and finally came to a shuddering stop before it started a reverse course, accelerating quickly. "Here it comes!" yelled Roger.

Francis fled through the woods to a secret cave, where he lay hidden till at last he made up his mind to face all. He came out and walked straight towards home. Soon the townsmen of Assisi caught sight of him. "A madman," they yelled, throwing stones and sticks at him. All the boys of Assisi came out and hooted and threw pebbles. His father heard the riot and rushed out to join in the fun.

"We're on!" yelled Grace enthusiastically, adding: "I'd swim from here to Jericho for that box of candy, Betty."

"There is your man Casey," yelled Denman, excitedly. "Are you going to leave him?" Forsythe, now looking dead ahead, seemed not to hear; but Riley spoke from the hatch: "Hold yer jaw back there, or ye'll get a passage, too."

He danced like a boy and yelled like a demon, catching a laggard here and there, and hurling them into place like tops, while he kicked and stamped, wound in and out and waved his hands in the air with a gesture which must have dated back to the days of Washington.

For sometimes I like the harp, and other times I think the horn makes the merriest music in all the world." And he drew forth his bugle from underneath his green cloak and blew three winding notes that made the church rafters ring again. "Seize him!" yelled the Bishop; "there's mischief afoot! These are the tricks of Robin Hood!"

Then for nearly an hour he sat there, deaf, dumb and blind to all else while he explored every nook and cranny of that avian mind. "Got it!" he yelled at last, and the bird, freed from control, sprang into the air and flew wildly about, seeking escape. "What did you learn?" the admirals were as excited as he. "We've nothing to fear. Bohr was entirely on his own.