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The Indians turned their attentive eyes to Captain Stuart and Captain Demeré, who were both upon the terre-pleine at the shoulder-point of a bastion where one of the twelve cannon, mounted en barbette, looked grimly forth over the parapet.
Both times Demeré protested, although he had accorded the plan his countenance, urging the capricious temper of the Indians, who might permit Mrs.
I only wish my lord could have won Oconostota to his lordship's pacific way of thinking. A garrison of two hundred soldiers is not likely to prove very overbearing to a neighbor who can muster three thousand fighting men armed with British muskets. My lord's advice was timely." He glanced with raillery at Demeré, and laughed again.
Josephine's whimper was suddenly strangled in her throat and the tears stood still on her cheeks, for as Captain Demeré stepped aside at the door with a recollection of polite society, yielding precedence to the ladies, which formality Odalie marveled to find surviving in these rude times so far on the frontier, Josephine seemed resolved into a stare of dumb amazement, for she had never seen a room half so fine.
MacLeod?" asked Stuart, relishing the situation despite his anxiety. "I wish you could have seen the way he drew down that red Irish mouth of his," said Hamish, with a guffaw, "looking so genteel and pious!" "I think it passes," said Demeré, who was not optimistic; but now he too was smiling a little. "It passes!" cried Stuart, triumphantly.
O'Flynn leveled another, both men being of course invisible from without; as the young sentinel obeyed the order to openly lounge in the window and look toward Choo-qualee-qualoo he could see within the parapet that the gunners of the battery were standing to their shotted pieces, Captain Demeré, himself, in command.
Continual exertions were made in this direction. "Try to keep up the spirits of the men," said Demeré to O'Flynn one day. "I do, sor," returned O'Flynn, his cheek a trifle pale and sunken. "I offer meself to 'm as an example.
The leader of the party, elderly, of commercial instincts rather than sylvan, albeit a dead shot, and decorated with ear-rings, had a great proclivity toward snuff and tears, and often indulged in both as a luxury when Hamish with his simple art sought to portray the characters of the tragedy of the siege; and as the Frenchman heard of Fifine and Odalie, and Stuart and Demeré, and all their sufferings and courage and devices of despair "Quelle barbarie!" he would burst forth, and Hamish would greet the phrase with a boyish delight of remembrance.
He rose to offer her a chair, and Stuart, closing the door behind her, replied to something he had already said: "At all events it is perfectly safe to lay the matter before Mrs. MacLeod." To this Demeré responded disaffectedly, "Oh, certainly, beyond a doubt." "Mrs.
"We are not wont to look so far afield for our warrant," Demeré retorted testily. Then resuming: "These barbarous beasts are no fit allies for English arms. They degrade our spirit, and destroy our discipline, and disgrace our victories. I would rather suffer any honorable defeat than win through their savageries."
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