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There was a touch of tenderness in his last sentence that quite restored Derrick's faculties. He shook his arm free from the other's hand with a vehemence of action that was unmistakably hostile. "No, thanks, Colonel Carlyon!" he said, speaking fast and feverishly. "If I were starving, I wouldn't accept hospitality from you!" "Don't be a fool!" said Carlyon.
Go ahead," he said, cheerfully, and the cowboy, evidently surprised by Derrick's complaisance, stepped back. The horse was set going, the cowboy walked slowly in the proper direction, the audience watching him in intense silence, then, with a run and a bound, he alighted on the horse's back, performing the trick to perfection.
But looking at it now, I have a sort of perception that the very lack of apparent profitableness was part of Derrick's training, while if, as I now incline to think, there is a hereafter where the training begun here is continued, the old Major in the hell he most richly deserved would have the remembrance of his son's patience and constancy and devotion to serve as a guiding light in the outer darkness.
Johnson advised me to put in writing, it is proper to mention what Johnson, at a subsequent period, said of him both as a writer and an editor: 'Sir, I have often said, that if Derrick's letters had been written by one of a more established name, they would have been thought very pretty letters. And, 'I sent Derrick to Dryden's relations to gather materials for his life; and I believe he got all that I myself should have got.
"Well," said Gordon, "when I break loose, as I do now and then, I quite often say a little more than is strictly advisable without meaning to. It's a habit some folks have. Your observation, however, switches us off on to a different matter. I've been telling your nephew we leave him to handle the thing and stand by our offers." "That is precisely what I mean to do. The affair is Derrick's.
It was a strange coincidence, one of the strangest; and as he faced it, Derrick's intention to go straight to the Hall and ask for Celia became changed. He did not want to meet the Sutcombes: it was just possible that Heyton and Miriam would be there; and most certainly he did not want to meet them.
Derrick's lap as she sat in the carry-all, and was out again like a flash. "Poor frightened thing," she exclaimed; and for a long time afterward, she retained upon her knees the sensation of the four little paws quivering with excitement, and the feel of the trembling furry body, with its wildly beating heart, pressed against her own.
"Derrick's gwyn home, sho'. See me, see me!" Van Dorn put his finger at his throat, where blood was all the while trickling, and, with a gentle cough, extorted the sounds: "Leave me under a bush to die." "No," cried Sorden, raising Van Dorn also upon his back; "I love him as I never loved A male."
In response to Derrick's inquiries, Don José shrugged his shoulders and, twisting his lips into a smile, intimated that, so far as he was concerned, Derrick was free to do, or not to do, anything he pleased; but he led the young man to a shed which he designated as the machine room, and opening the door, with a wave of his hand, presented to Derrick's view a mass of machinery very much out of date and in exceedingly bad order, and intimating, with another shrug and wave, that Derrick was free of the concern, walked off.
Then, with a careless hand through Derrick's arm, he said: "You will have your fill of stiff fighting to-night, boy. But, remember, you are not to throw yourself away." As evening fell, the attack was resumed, and it continued throughout the night. Tribesmen charged up to the very breastworks themselves and fell before the awful fire of the defenders' rifles. Death had no terrors for them.
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