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In the middle of the Bedford Road we three drew bridle. Boyd lounged in his reeking saddle, gazing at the tavern and at what remained of the tavern sign, which seemed to have been a new one, yet now dangled mournfully by one hinge, shot to splinters. The freshly painted house itself, marred with buckshot, bore dignified witness to the violence done it.
They remonstrated, saying that they "felt spry," and wanted to show the regulars that provincials could fight as well as red-coats. Thereupon they charged the enemy, gave them a close volley of buckshot and bullets, and put them to flight; but scarcely had they reloaded their guns when they were fired upon from behind. Another body of assailants had got into their rear, in order to cut them off.
It's me you've lost? Any reward?" inquired the man behind the rock. For answer, a bullet flattened itself against the boulder. The wounded man had whipped up a rifle and fired. Keller called out a genial warning. "I wouldn't do that. There's too many of you bunched close together, and this old gun spatters like hail. You see, it's loaded with buckshot." One of the cowboys laughed.
Brown, however, was not open to criticism. He walked calmly down the yard, and after entombing the dogs by the grape-arbor, he put four fingers of buckshot in his gun, rearranged his suspenders, shouldered arms and struck out for the front gate with a countenance as impassive as that of a graven image. Mr.
Hardly had he cast a glance at the scene described, than he jumped down from his stand and cried, "They are going to attack us!" "Let us retreat to the camp and prepare for a fight!" "Let us fire at them from here as they cross in the canoes," cried others; "the buckshot will clear them off when packed in the boats." This my panic-stricken followers would have done had I not been present.
But Halley's soul began to pine for higher things, for bigger game than quail and duck. "Look here," he said to me one day, "this is all very well, you know, but why shouldn't we go after the deer amongst the hills? We've got some cartridges loaded with buckshot. And, my word! we might get a grizzly." "All right," I said, "I'm on, as far as deer are concerned, but hang your grizzlies.
They caught some taint upon the breeze, that was evident, for the long hair on the back of their necks stood erect and now and then they growled savagely. When David had driven home a good-sized charge of buckshot and placed a cap upon his gun, he leaned the weapon against the thwart upon which he was sitting and picked up the oars.
"We're in on something big." The photographer followed them to the elevator and down to the street where they waited for Gibson's detectives. "What's doing?" Benton asked. "Can you work that camera of yours with a load of buckshot whistling by your head?" asked Brennan. "Hot stuff, huh?" Benton asked, eagerly.
He chased me six miles as it was me with one arm full of his buckshot and anxious to explain, and him strainin' to get in range again and not wishin' any further particulars. That was way back in the sixties, when I was as wild a lad as ever straddled a pony.
With some difficulty he succeeded in accomplishing this movement, and proceeded with the manual, with several original variations which would have astonished a military instructor. Meanwhile, though Pomp did not realize it, he was exposing himself to considerable danger. The gun had been loaded with buckshot in the morning, and the charge had not been withdrawn.
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