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The faint note of discontent apparent in Brant's concluding words doubtless merely an echo of that ambitious officer's dislike at being put on guard over the pack-train at such a moment awoke no response in his mind.
You can guess the rest. More, now that I think of it, I have heard that a strange Spaniard is lodging with Hague Simon, he whom they call the Butcher, and Black Meg, of whom we have cause to know. Doubtless it is he, and Dirk, death overshadows us." "Why should he know of Brant's treasure, wife?"
Number four bring forward the ammunition packs. No, leave the others where they are; move lively, men!" He watched them swing like magic into formation, their dust-begrimed faces lighting up with animation. They knew their officer, and this meant business. "Unsling carbines load!" Weir, the veteran soldier, glanced down that steady line of ready troopers, and then back to Brant's face.
In this, as in every other respect, Hendrik Brant's story was one of simple prosperity. He was betrothed to a lady of The Hague, the only daughter of a wealthy wine-merchant, who, according to his account, seemed to be as beautiful as she was good and rich, and they were to be married in the spring. But when Dirk told him of his affair, he shook his wise young head.
"I reckon," he began slowly, with a slightly patronizing air, "that we'd have met, sooner or later, at Washington, or at Grant's headquarters, for Hooker, Meacham & Co. go everywhere, and are about as well known as major-generals, to say nothin'," he went on, with a sidelong glance at Brant's shoulder-straps, "of brigadiers; and it's rather strange only, of course, you're kind of fresh in the service that you ain't heard of me afore."
He had a paper in his hand, and he held it to her. "What is it, Brant? Something bad?" "Yes," he said, breathing fast. "Awful. It's going to make you feel badly, for you liked him poor old Johnny McLean." "Johnny McLean?" she repeated. Brant went on. "Yesterday a mine accident. He went down after the entombed men. Not a chance." Brant's mouth worked. "He died like a hero you know."
Burstead his old enemy had taken a farm near his own farm, in order, so they said at The Bending Mule, that he might flaunt Mrs. They also said that Burstead beat his wife and ill-used her horribly, and that she would give all her soul now that she was Stephen Brant's wife, but that she was a weak, silly young woman, poor thing.
If defeated, there was always the danger that it might be rolled back upon him but he conjectured that the division commander would attempt to prevent the junction of the supports with the main column by breaking between them, crowding them from the ridge, and joining him. As the last stragglers of the rear guard swept by, Brant's bugles were already recalling the skirmishers.
And have a care; Butler's entire army and Brant's Mohawks are now intrenched in front of us; and it is a pitched battle we're facing God be thanked!" He spurred forward with a friendly gesture toward us, as we saluted; and his staff officers followed him at a canter while our riflemen turned their heads curiously to watch the brilliant cavalcade.
But now that the old soldier was leading us around the encampment to the end that we might gain a position between Brant's force and those at Oghkwaga, I said to myself, with many an inward shudder, that we were like to join Jacob's father after a different fashion than we had counted on.
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