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Updated: June 17, 2025
Heavy feet pounded on the platform of the blockhouse. While Tom was savagely jamming in powder and ball, the wicket gate of the fort opened, a man came out and ran to a house a biscuit's throw away, and ran back again before he was shot at, slamming the gate after him. Tom swore. "We've got but the ten rounds," he said, dropping his rifle to his knee. "I reckon 'tis no use to waste it."
If the woman had tempered her harsh, "Take it, kid," with a smile, the little girl's heart might have ached less. Lafe nodded to her when his wife left the room for a moment. "That biscuit's Peg's bite," said he, "so she'll bark a lot the rest of the day, but don't you mind." When the cobbler was at work again, Virginia, after picking up a few nails and tacks scattered on the floor, sat down.
The path was simply a groove cut into the face of the precipice; there was a four-foot breadth of solid rock under the traveler, and four-foot breadth of solid rock just above his head, like the roof of a narrow porch; he could look out from this gallery and see a sheer summitless and bottomless wall of rock before him, across a gorge or crack a biscuit's toss in width but he could not see the bottom of his own precipice unless he lay down and projected his nose over the edge.
The leave train lay in the station within a biscuit's throw of the quayside and the black, blank Channel beyond, a long line of cheerfully illuminated windows that to those returning from leave seemed as the last link with home.
I say again: for six months she has been rolling and pitching about, never for one moment at rest. But courage, old lass, I hope to see thee soon within a biscuit's toss of the merry land, riding snugly at anchor in some green cove, and sheltered from the boisterous winds. 'Hurra, my lads! It's a settled thing; next week we shape our course to the Marquesas! The Marquesas!
Captain Jones forged ahead, crossing his enemy's bow, while the latter came up on his port quarter. They were within a biscuit's toss of each other, wrapped in dense smoke, lit up by the jets of flame which were continuous. Mingled with the terrific booming was the spiteful rattle of musketry from the tops and yells and cries of the wounded.
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