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Updated: May 19, 2025
She had laid aside her threadbare cloak, and Barnabas was struck afresh by her proud, dark loveliness. "You good, brave Nick!" said she, laying her hand upon the little cripple's bent shoulder, "but we can trust this gentleman, I know." "Trust him!" repeated the cobbler, peering at Barnahas, more particularly at his feet, "why, your boots is trustworthy now I come to look at 'em, sir,"
Then, as Barnahas turned to meet the rush of Runner No. 2, behold a dark figure, that leapt from the dimness behind, and bore No. 2, cursing savagely, staggering back and back to the wall, and pinned him there, while, above the scuffling, the thud of blows and the trample of feet, rose a familiar voice: "Run, sir run!" cried John Peterby, "I've got this one run!"
Somewhere along the dark River hoarse cries arose, and the confused patter of running feet that drew rapidly louder and more distinct. Nearer they came until Barnahas could hear voices that panted out fierce curses; also he heard Mr. Shrig's pistol click as it was cocked. So, another minute dragged by and then, settling his broad-brimmed hat more firmly, Mr.
Now, as he rides with "The Terror" well in hand, Barnahas is aware of a gray head with flaring nostrils, of a neck outstretched, of a powerful shoulder, a heaving flank, and Carnaby goes by. "The Terror" sees this too and, snorting, bores savagely upon the bit but in front of him gallops Tressider's chestnut, and beside him races the Captain's sorrel.
Vot's more, they must come as far as this passage or else drownd theirselves in the River, vich vould save a lot o' trouble and expense, and s-sh!" He broke off abruptly and rose to his feet, and Barnahas saw that he held the brass-bound pistol in his hand.
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