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Father and Baron Courbertin are together, and if the worst comes, we four must do big things." "Spectacular," Jacob Welse commented, when Frona had briefly outlined the course of action and assigned them their parts. "But its very unexpectedness ought to carry it through." "A coup d'etat!" was the Baron's verdict. "Magnificent! Ah! I feel warm all over at the thought.
So those bound up-river pitched their poling-boats and shod their poles with iron, and those bound down caulked their scows and barges and shaped spare sweeps with axe and drawing-knife. Jacob Welse loafed and joyed in the utter cessation from work, and Frona joyed with him in that it was good. But Baron Courbertin was in a fever at the delay.
He came back laughing, and received for his pains two or three of the choicest phrases Jacob Welse could select from the essentially masculine portion of his vocabulary. "And for why?" Courbertin demanded, stung to the quick. "For why?" Jacob Welse mimicked wrathfully, pointing into the sleek stream sliding by.
Fleeing before the conquerors, no, no, 'before the mad lust of the conquerors, these refugees swung far into Siberia, circling, circling to the north and east and fringing the rim of the polar basin with a spray of Mongol tribes." "Skip a few pages," Bill Brown advised, "and read here and there. We haven't got all night." Courbertin complied.
Chairman, while we condemn the attempt on the part of Jacob Welse, Frona Welse, and Baron Courbertin to rescue the prisoner and thwart justice, we cannot, under the circumstances, but sympathize with them. There is no need that I should go further into this matter. You all know, and doubtless, under a like situation, would have done the same.
Corliss and Bishop laid hold of Bill and started off to McPherson's, and Jacob Welse and the baron were just sliding his mate over the eaves, when a huge block of ice rammed in and smote the cabin squarely. Frona saw it, and cried a warning, but the tiered logs were overthrown like a house of cards. She saw Courbertin and the sick man hurled clear of the wreckage, and her father go down with it.
As the chairman arose, Jacob Welse casually walked over to the opposite side of the table and stood with his back to the stove. Courbertin, who had missed nothing, pulled a pickle-keg out from the wall and stepped upon it. The chairman cleared his throat and rapped for order. "Gentlemen," he announced, "the prisoner " "Hands up!"
Vincent detach himself and turn shoreward. "Br-r-r-r," he shivered, coming up the bank to her. "It's impossible." "But why didn't they come in?" she asked, a slight note of displeasure manifest in her voice. "Said they were going to make one more try, first. That Courbertin is hot-headed, you know." "And my father just as bull-headed," she smiled. "But hadn't you better change?
'Hands up! I cry, thus, and very fierce. "And if they do not hold up their hands?" he appealed to Jacob Welse. "Then shoot. Never bluff when you're behind a gun, Courbertin. It's held by good authorities to be unhealthy." "And you are to take charge of La Bijou, Vance," Frona said. "Father thinks there will be little ice to-morrow if it doesn't jam to-night.
"'When Tamerlane swept with fire and sword over Eastern Asia," Courbertin read slowly, "'states were disrupted, cities overthrown, and tribes scattered like like star-dust. A vast people was hurled broadcast over the land.
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