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"Did you ever know for sure whether you got a German?" asked the intense young Caleb. "I mean, did you ever KILL one?" "That's pretty hard to say, Cale. We never knew, you see, we fellows up in the clouds. I was in a bombing machine. I'd hate to think that we WASTED any bombs." "Come now, all of you, off to bed," interposed Mrs. Vick. "I don't want to hear any more, Courtney.
Pray heaven he has not fallen in with a band of Mohocks, and had the nose of him split open to say nothing of worse!" "Are men really served so bad as that?" asked Tom, as the two turned back from the citizen's house whither they had escorted their grateful protegee. "Worse sometimes," answered Cale, with a shake of the head.
But Rosamund thought it must be delightful to see a play, and wanted to hear all he could tell her about it; and so well pleased were the pair with their conversation, that Master Cale, bethinking him of an old friend hard by, with whom he liked to exchange a friendly word from time to time, bid them walk up and down the street together for a brief time, until he should pay his visit and join them again.
I have come forth to see the world, and see it I will, or know the reason why." "Ah yes, so says every moth that flutters round the candle, till his wings be burnt away, and he left the shattered remnant of what he erstwhile was," responded Cale, with a wise shake of the head. "But no man ever yet was found wise enough to take experience at second hand.
The next minute Cale had come softly into the back kitchen, and was exchanging a silent but meaning glance with his daughter. He saw in a moment by her face that all was well. Tom had made good his escape. The longer the search continued in the upper rooms, so much the longer would the fugitive have to put distance between him and his pursuers.
"Beshrew me if I ever again walk abroad with a peruke at night!" grumbled Cale, as he let himself be hurried along by the eager Tom. "I am not a watchman. Why should I risk my goods for every silly wench who should know better than to be abroad of a night alone? Come, come, my young friend, my legs are not as long as yours; I shall have no wind for fighting if you drag me along at this pace!"
When presently the group had moved away, and the apprentice in the fine vest had a moment's leisure, Tom came forward and asked if Master Cale were within.
"And this all was over the quarrel between two men," said Caleb Price to his friend Wingate. "The other man is a thief, Cale," reiterated Wingate. "He was court-martialed and broke, dishonorably discharged from the Army. He was under Colonel Doniphan, and had control of subsistence in upper Mexico for some time. He had the regimental funds. Doniphan was irregular.
And indeed something of the same sort may be noticed in all mysterious associations which are beyond the pale of the law. * It has struck me that the German gipsies, though they thoroughly understand the word cale, do not care to be called by that name. Among themselves they always use the designation Romane tchave. Some months ago, I paid a visit to a gipsy tribe in the Vosges country.
Whereunto the Gouernour answered, that he would not go backe, till he had seene with his eies that which they reported: saying, that he could not beleeue it, and that wee should be put out of doubt before it were long. And he sent to Luys de Moscoso to come presently from Cale, and that he tarried for him here.
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