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I'll ride out and meet him." He was mounted and gone before she realized that he was ready. She heard the sharp staccato of John Doe's hoofbeats and wondered why Lone had not waited for another word from her. It was as if she had told him that Frank was in some terrible danger, yet she had merely complained that he was late.
As I looked through the rolling smoke for the position of the bombers, I heard my sergeant-major saying to a man in the next bay: "Our babe's done orl right. He's killed four, and is now standin' on 'em." Without doubting that he was speaking of me, I yet felt no glow at this rough tribute, for I was worried at what I saw in the open. In the fog of smoke I descried a figure that must be Doe's.
I'll ride out and meet him." He was mounted and gone before she realised that he was ready. She heard the sharp staccato of John Doe's hoofbeats and wondered why Lone had not waited for another word from her. It was as if she had told him that Frank was in some terrible danger, yet she had merely complained that he was late.
Radley took his ruler, and struck the knuckles with a very sharp rap. Doe's lips snapped together and remained together, and that was all. "And Ray," invited Radley. I offered the back of my right hand, and, copying my friend, kept my lips well closed. My eyes had shut themselves nervously, when I heard a clatter, and realised that Radley had dropped his ruler.
They created in my mind the picture of that Ægean evening, when Monty turned the moment of Doe's death, which so nearly brought me discouragement and debasement, into an ennobling memory. And I foresaw him going about healing the sores of this war with the same priestly hand. Yes, there are reasons why such wistful visions should haunt me now.
He was sorely tempted to prolong the pleasure of the moment but, knowing that the fawn's life might some day depend upon his instant response to the doe's signal, he felt that he had no right to allow the little creature to remain. Accordingly, with a last pat he sprang to his feet, clapping his hands sharply.
It brought us to our fourteenth year, at which period Doe's mysterious intrigue with Freedham still awaited solution, and my Armageddon with Fillet still languished in a sort of trench-warfare. It was now that our abominable form took to cheating once a week in Fillet's class-room. A Roman History lesson left invitingly open the opportunity to do so.
It was Whispering Winds. Her beautiful face glowed while she listened to her father. "Wingenund's daughter has her mother's eyes, that were beautiful as a doe's, keen as a hawk's, far-seeing as an eagle's. Let the Delaware maiden show her blood. Let her point out the white father." Shyly but unhesitatingly Whispering Winds laid her hand Jim's arm.
He said that his heart beat at one with the heart of a junior subaltern; and it does that because it's the heart of a boy. And the heart of a boy is matter for a poem." "By Jove," said Doe, "you seem to be in love with all the world." "So I am," Monty conceded, pleased with Doe's poetic phrase; "and with the young world in particular." "I think I could be that too," began Doe
Cæsar, in the kindliness of his heart, was touched by Doe's graceful action, and grasped the proffered hand, saying: "Good morning, Doe." By this time the whole class was arranged in a tolerably straight line behind Doe, and waiting to go through the ceremony of shaking hands.
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