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He simply appeared at the old tavern, a stranger, with satchel in hand, to seek entertainment. Uncle Bart had often described this scene to Waitstill, for he was one of those sitting about the great open fire at the time. The man easily slipped into the group and soon took the lead in conversation, delighting all with his agreeable personality, his nimble tongue and graceful speech.
Then too, there's the odd chance of our stumbling upon some hut or other where we can find some kind of shelter." "Better let me go first, then," put in Bart. "I'm good at stumbling. In fact it's my long suit." They all laughed and felt better. "We don't know where we're going, but we're on the way," sang out Billy, as they began to trudge forward.
Questioned as to food supplies, the German admitted that their rations, although fairly good, were not so abundant as at the beginning of the war. Then with characteristic arrogance he added: "But we will have plenty to eat and drink too when we get to Paris." "I suppose your captain tells you that too," remarked the inquisitor. "Yes," was the reply. "That eternal captain again," murmured Bart.
So Black Bart lay all day in the soft sand, easing himself from time to time into a new position, and his thoughtful eyes seemed to be concentrated on the desire to grow well. Beside him was the chair in which Dan Barry sat for many an hour of the day and even the night.
"You see the run after the bison led us down towards it, so that there isn't so far to go." "Why, I fancied that we were miles upon miles away," cried Bart; "regularly lost in the wilderness." "Instead of being close at home, eh, lad? Well, we shall have to camp somewhere out here to-night, so we may as well pick out a good place." "But where are the other Indians?" asked Bart.
Bart, get out my surgical case." As he spoke, he motioned to the chief to dismount, which he did, throwing himself lightly from his pony, not, as a European would, on the left side of the horse, but on the right, the well-trained animal standing motionless, and bending down its head to crop the nearest herbage.
"Many a time, Black Bart," said L'Olonnois solemnly, "have we crowded on full sail when the lookout gave the word of a prize a-comin', while we laid to in some hidden channel over yonder." "Aye, aye, many a time, many a time, my hearty." " An' loosed the bow-chaser an' shot away her foremast." " At almost the first shot, L'Olonnois."
"It's a sort of game," said L'Olonnois. "All life is a sort of game, my hearties," said I. "What you two just have said covers most of the noble trade of piracy and nearly all of the pretty game of life. You are wise as I am, wise as any man, indeed." "What I like about you, Black Bart," resumed L'Olonnois, naively, "is, you seem always fair."
You didn't understand why I had so much to do with Rich Price, but he was just a go-between for Bart and me. Now, do you understand why I wanted you to go this afternoon?" Myrtle's voice was very soft and insinuating. She had tears always near the surface for ready use. "You never have been in love, Leslie; you don't know what it is to be separated from the one who is all the world to you.
What did that sly judge say about searching in folks' sleighs, for what was that word now? But never mind, it meant guns. And what did the sheriff say about a dozen flint-and-steel men having come? Put that and that together now, Bart, and see if it don't mean that the only guns brought into town to-night are packed away in the straw, in the bottom of the sleighs of the court party understrappers?
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