Nothing,” said Ossipon, gazing earnestly and quivering inwardly with the desire to find out something, but obviously intimidated by the little man’s overwhelming air of unconcern. When talking with this comrade—which happened but rarely—the big Ossipon suffered from a sense of moral and even physical insignificance. However, he ventured another question. “Did you walk down here?”
The same excuse, however, cannot be pleaded for one Free State burgher, who, lying down behind a maimed trooper of the Light Horse, kept up a fire to which our own men could not reply without fear of hitting their unlucky comrade.
For the moment the man in the door could not get at me except through his comrade, and I resolved to grasp the opportunity. In a flash I had reached down into the breast of my coat and grasped the butt of my revolver. Before the desperado in front of me could get his gun in action, I had fired.
Risler, not wishing to cast a gloom upon their banquet, abruptly raised his glass. "Come! here's your health, my old comrade." He tried to change the subject. But a moment later he himself led the conversation back to it again, and asked Sigismond, in an undertone, as if he were ashamed: "Have you seen her?" "Your wife? No, never." "She hasn't written again?" "No never again."
Should she cry out, we are undone; for the fishers would come upon us, and maybe lay us low without a chance to explain our errand. Thy monk-man, too, is a guest of the village. Should he sound an alarm, 'twould go hard with us if the neighbours took us for thieves and him for an honest man." Dan paused. "Shrewdly spoken, comrade.
The tread came nearer, and at last another stalwart Nubian blocked the doorway with his massive bulk. His look of wonder was comical as he saw his comrade gagged and bound on the dungeon floor, but before the half articulated exclamation could escape his lips Canaris had him by the throat, and down they came.
"Martin," said he, his eyes steady again, "I will confess to you that is my blood-brother and comrade sworn, I have thought better of of her than any proud lady or duchess of 'em all " "Despite the foul and shameful lie you heard her utter?" "Despite everything, Martin." "Then God help you, Adam!" "Amen," said he. "You are surely crazed "
Kit was divided between two impressions: one, of the caliber of his comrade, which served as a spur to him; the other, likewise a spur, was the knowledge that old Isaac Bellew, and all the other Bellews, had done things like this in their westward march of empire. What they had done, he could do.
You shall see. It is too bad that you do not have your legs so that you could take an active part with me in the work that I will do." The Interpreter smiled. "If you do not mind, I would like to know something of your plans. That is," he added, courteously, "so far as you are at liberty to tell me." "Certainly I will tell you, comrade," returned the other, heartily.
"You will get strong when summer comes. The weather is bad now, of course." "I don't think I shall, Filippo. Do you remember Matteo?" "Yes, I remember him." Matteo was a comrade who had died six months before. He was a young boy, about the size and age of Giacomo. "I dreamed of him last night, Filippo. He held out his hand to me." "Well?" "I think I am going to die, like him."