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Updated: June 14, 2025


Ah, Benteen," he smiled pleasantly across at me, his eyes kindling at the recollection, "that was the noblest fighting that ever came my way, yet 'tis likely we shall pay well for our fun. Sacre! 't is no pleasant face, that of their grim war-chief, nor one to inspire a man with hope as he makes plea for mercy." "Marry, no," I replied, determined on exhibiting no greater outward concern than he.

I could perceive the baleful gleam of his eyes, and noted with what quick aversion she shrank back until her shoulder pressed my own. "Yes, Geoffrey Benteen," she made immediate, resolute answer. "It will be mercy. I beg you strike." "You forgive the blow?" "Forgive!" An instant her clear eyes, unfrightened, looked directly into mine, a message in their depths I had never seen there before.

It seemed safer to trust in speech, as then she would recognize at once who was by her side. "Madame," I whispered softly, my lips as close as possible to her tiny ear, "I seek brief word with you to-night." She must have slept lightly, for at my faint whisper I perceived that her wide-opened eyes were scrutinizing my face. "'Tis I, Madame, Geoffrey Benteen. I beg you make no noise."

"Ay! those lads are not of the breed to let up with one bite; and mark you, man, it is going to be the next turn that will test our mettle." He deliberately changed his posture, glancing carelessly across his shoulder. "Do you know aught regarding those devils, Master Benteen?" "They are strange to me; no kin, I think, to any tribe east of the great river."

"Geoffrey Benteen," she said firmly, stepping down the sloping bank until she stood beside me, "there is no occasion for your attempting deceit with me. Besides, you are too open-hearted a man to deceive any one. I have noticed your glances, and interpreted your thoughts, ever since we turned into this stream. I am certain you fear at this moment we have been beguiled into a trap.

"But dat's jest wat she am, sah, an' a heap sweeter dan de vi'lets in de springtime, sah." "And she actually told you my name?" "Yas, sah, she did dat fer suah 'Massa Geoffrey Benteen, an Englisher from up de ribber, dem was her bery words; but somehow I done disremember jest persactly de place."

"Take the oars, both of you," I said quietly, totally ignoring the question in the eyes of the Chevalier. "I have tasted a sword point, and am weakened from loss of blood. Pull up the stream, and be swift and quiet about it." "Hast thou been smitten of the Philistine, friend Benteen?" loudly questioned Cairnes, stumbling noisily across the seats.

For a minute or more we waited in almost breathless suspense, no unusual sound greeting our ears. Then the Puritan sniffed disdainfully. "You grow childish, Master Benteen," he growled roughly, turning back to his labor. "The dark has overstrained your nerves " "I bespeak help of de Englishmen for de sake of God!"

"I depart at your wish, Madame," I said brokenly; "but may the merciful God bring us to each other again." For a breathless instant, even while the sounds without drew nearer, her eyes looked confidingly into mine. "All must be as God wills," she replied gravely. "Here or hereafter, Geoffrey Benteen, I believe it shall be.

"You are in a most unpleasant condition, friend," I replied, endeavoring to speak so as to calm his temper. "It is in sorrow, not pleasure, I behold you thus." "I am entangled in the snare of the Evil One, Master Benteen. But I continue manfully to war against the adversary even as becomes my high station." "Have you been long in so pitiful a state? I dreamed not it would ever come to this."

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