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Brindley, whom the explosion had intimidated, examined the double-doors, and found no mark. "Where did you hit?" he inquired. "Through the keyhole," said the alderman, after a pause. He opened the doors, and showed half a load of straw in the dusk behind them. "The bullet's imbedded in there," said he. "Well," said Brindley, "that's not so bad, that isn't."
She thought of tales which she had heard by mountain fireplaces about "bad men," who, when they first had heard a bullet's song, had dodged and whitened, only to recover quickly and be nerved to peril evermore thereafter. Her doubt of Layson fell away completely.
"Aye!" nodded Penfeather, "That was the kind. A bullet's bad, a knife's worse, but a steel hook, shipmate, very sharp d'ye see, is a death no man should die. Shipmate, I've seen divers men dead by that same hook torn and ripped d'ye see like a dog's fangs! I'd seen many die ere then, but that way 'twas an ill sight for queasy stomachs!" "And he this man with the hook is dead, you say?"
Had he not flogged an Arab to death with his own hand, the day before Fielding's and Dicky's arrival, and had he not tried to get this same Arab's daughter into his harem this Selamlik Pasha! The voice of the Lost One suddenly rose shrill and excited, and he shouted at the Pasha. "Swine! swine! swine! . . . Kill your slaves with a kourbash if you like, but a bullet's the thing for a waler!
He's a sneaking dog, and a bullet's too good for him. But with an oath blessed if he don't hate to die worse than any man ever I saw! I don't mind to spare him a few minutes if he's agreeable. I put it to him would he rather the kid be put out of the way first, and him afterwards, or does he want the first call?" "For God's sake, put it off as long as you will!" quavered the prisoner.
Every one of the patients was blotched in one place or another with blood, and some of them were lying in pools of the crimson fluid. Sam felt a little sick at his stomach. Two men came in with another stretcher, bringing a wounded man from the front. The man gave a convulsive start as they set him down. "A bullet's just hit him in the head," said one of the men. "I'm glad it wasn't me."
"Hae na I tell't ye," said Sandy, somewhat sardonically, "gin ye're born tae be hangit, the bullet's no made that'll kill ye." "Ye're as like to be hanged yerself," said Tom, somewhat resentfully, giving the proverb a rather literal interpretation. "Tush, mon, nae offence, its ony an auld Scotch saw, that. The prisoners were sent to Montreal and Quebec.
From the very center of the clump of bushes of which we have made mention, came a white puff of smoke, followed immediately by the faint but sharp report of a rifle. The bullet's course could be seen as it skipped over the surface of the water, and finally dropped out of sight. "What do you say, now?" asked the young man. "Isn't that proof that we've attracted attention?"
Amber was vaguely aware of the figures of two women one standing in a corner, the other seated dejectedly upon a charpoy, her head against the wall. As he lifted his head after passing under the low lintel, the woman in the corner fired at him point-blank. The Virginian saw the jet of flame spurt from her hand and felt the bullet's impact upon the wall behind his head.
I hope, Moses, that you aimed low." "Yes, massa but it's sca'cely fair when life an' def am in de balance to expect me to hit 'im on de legs on a dark night. Legs is a bad targit. Bullet's apt to pass between 'em. Howseber, dat feller won't hop much for some time to come!"
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