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Brock's letter; and made out enough to tell me that it was the Narrative of Armadale's Dream. "That second discovery sent me back at once to my bed with something serious to think of.
A moment later he was pointing out the couple to his companions, all three peering at them with excited eyes. Brock's face went red under the rude stare; he was on the point of resenting it when the Englishman stepped forward. The American arose at once. "I've been looking for you, Mr. Medcroft if that is your name," said the stranger, halting in front of the table.
In answer to Brock's question as to whether there was a chance of the Height being scaled direct from the river, Williams repeated what he had already reported at the council meeting, that the scouts insisted that the Heights could not be climbed from the landing.
Perhaps Isaac Brock's chief charm, which he retained in a marked degree in after life apart from his wonderful thews and sinews, his stature and athletic skill was his extreme modesty and gentleness. The fine old maxim of the child being "father to the man" in his case held good. Guernsey abounded in the natural attractions that are dear to the youth of robust body and adventurous nature.
Had Brock's handful of loyalists been able to rush headlong, spurred by lust of conflict, and lock bayonets with the enemy, another tale might have been told. But the effect of the futile struggle for foothold on the hillside, seamed with slippery depressions, in the teeth of a blizzard of lead, soon showed. The bullet-swept ascent was a cruel test for men already fagged and faint.
By the end of February, there were cubs in the vixen's den, and both the wood-mice and the rabbits were diligently preparing for important family events. Brock's companion, unlike himself was not accustomed to a house inhabited by other tenants.
Brock's premises. "Good-mornin, Mrs. Brock," said John Fox. "You've come nigh havin' a causality here." "You're right there, Mr. Fox," answered Mrs. Brock. "I was awful skeered about it, for I thought my Nancy might be on the train. When the boy run into my yard " "The boy! What boy?" asked Fox, eagerly. "It was that boy you are guardeen of."
The chances were that the guard had been off the stranger's tongue when he spoke to Allan, and with Allan's frankness there was no fear of his concealing anything that had passed between them from the rector's knowledge. Here again Mr. Brock's diplomacy achieved no useful results.
Brock's despatches, with the story of the capture of Detroit and the colours of the 4th Regiment, United States Army, the oriflamme of the "heroes of Tippecanoe," reached London the morning of October 6th, the anniversary of his birth. His brother William resided close to the city. A tumultuous clangour of bells and booming of guns from St. James' Park and the Tower of London rent the air.
Brock's loyal belief in his friend rejected any solution of the difficulty which pointed at some past misconduct of Mrs. Armadale's. That night he destroyed the advertisement with his own hand; that night he resolved that the subject should never be suffered to enter his mind again.
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