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Lucille, for fear of stumbling or making a noise, stood to one side of the door-frame, close to the wall. Mrs. Brace's footsteps stopped. There was the click of the opening door. Then, there came to Lucille the high-pitched, querulous voice which she had been afraid she would hear. It was her father's. "Mrs. Brace, good evening. May I come in?"
"Like this," said Briscoe, picking up a flat water-worn pebble and, drawing his keen sheath-knife, he took the thickest scale in Brace's pan out of the sand, to place it upon the smooth surface. "Now," he said, handing this and the knife to the young man, "try and cut that scale in two."
"You can?" "Yes." "Then, where is she?" "In the Carquinez Woods, in the arms of the man you were just defending Low, the half-breed." The room had become so dark that from the road nothing could be distinguished. Only the momentary sound of struggling feet was heard. "Sit down," said Brace's voice, "and don't be a fool. You're too weak, and it ain't a fair fight. Let go your hold.
To Brace's satisfaction, his brother seemed all the better for the little exertion he had gone through, and when the boats were once more sought and the fire extinguished to save them from drawing upon themselves the attentions of any Indians who might be near, Sir Humphrey was one of the first to fall asleep under the tent-like sail, the boats swinging gently in the darkness at the end of the rope secured to a huge overhanging bough.
Brace, by his behaviour in leaping overboard to the rescue, had gained favour for true courage always finds admirers whether they be rude or refined and the number of Brace's friends was increased by it. I heard that he had really interfered when I was being forced aloft, and had shouted out contradictory orders to those of the mate.
Maybe he's finding fresh-water shells. Any oysters there, Mr Briscoe?" "Haven't found any yet," shouted Briscoe, laughing. But Brace noticed that he stooped down once or twice and scooped up a handful of sand, to wash it about in the water and examine it very carefully before tossing it away, and then, shouldering his gun, he returned to Brace's side. "What a lovely place this is!" he said.
His eyes were blazing under the shadow of his heavy, overhanging brows; but there was about him no suggestion of a loss of self-control. "I'm glad to see you!" he told Hastings, speaking over Mrs. Brace's head, and smiling a deprecatory recognition of the hopelessness of contending with an infuriated woman. She addressed them both. "Smile all you please, now!" she threatened.
I was glad not to see, at parting, her sweet face so sad as I am sure it became when she heard that she was to struggle against Brace's persecutions and her own antipathies unaided and alone. I wandered through many counties, and then went to Ireland. During the next few months I saw the faces I had left behind me many times, but only in my dreams.
Yes, and there's another hole farther on. It's a passage going down at a slope. Why, it's all steps." "Steps?" cried Briscoe, as he heard the tap, tap of the steel plate covering the butt of Brace's gun as he felt his way. "And so it is away here to the right: steps going down into black darkness. I know! down to the great tank, into which the water falls from ever so high up."
There was a pattering of feet upon the deck, and the next moment Captain Banes's hand was upon Brace's shoulder. "Your eyes are a little out of focus, squire," he said quietly. "They magnify too much, and see more than there is." "Why what surely " stammered Brace. "It's all right, my lad," said the captain quietly. "Better than seeing nothing when there's real danger coming on board."
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