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"So much the better," Vincent replied, as he jumped into the saddle. "We have been doing nothing long enough, and the sooner it comes the better." It was a fifty-mile ride; but it was done in five hours, and at the end of that time Vincent dismounted in front of General Johnston's quarters. "Is the general in?" he asked the sentry at the door.
There was a fifty-mile desert before us, and little water on the route. Col. Allen had allowed the men to pray with and for each other when sick and had not compelled them to take medicine when they did not want it. But Col. Smith deprived them of their religious rights and made them obey the doctor's orders at all times. The doctor examined the sick every morning and made them take medicine.
"Go to it," said Sanderson. Williams smiled admiringly. "You're game, Mr. Man," he said; "it's a pleasure to work for you!" However, it was not courage that impelled Sanderson to accept the hazard and expense of the fifty-mile haul.
Our sending must have made a tremendous crash, anyway, and he probably read it by sound through the wall." "But at about the fifty-mile limit of sending we lost him," objected Jack. "You mean at about two o'clock in the morning," amended Darrow. "Eh? Yes, it was about two. But how did he get on to what Eldridge was doing?" "He read it in the paper," replied Darrow. "At twelve the reporters left.
On either side of him mountain ranges lifted like quiescent saurians, heads resting on the summit of the Coast Range, tails sweeping away in a fifty-mile curve to a lesser elevation and the open waters of the Gulf.
But she was joyous till noon; and with mid-afternoon a new strength came which, as rose crept above the golden haze of dust, deepened into serene meditation. And she was finding the one secret of long-distance driving namely, driving; keeping on, thinking by fifty-mile units, not by the ten-mile stretches of Long Island runs; and not fretting over anything whatever.
"So much the better," Vincent replied, as he jumped into the saddle. "We have been doing nothing long enough, and the sooner it comes the better." It was a fifty-mile ride; but it was done in five hours, and at the end of that time Vincent dismounted in front of General Johnston's quarters. "Is the general in?" he asked the sentry at the door.
Before you're due in England to take up harness again you'll be walking miles at a stretch over those heathery hills there. Convalescence, with a man like you, is a rapid process. In a fortnight from to-day, I'll venture to guarantee, you'll be in a fit condition to swim the Channel on your back, or to take one of your famous fifty-mile tramps across the bogs of Dartmoor.
A third time he awakened, and he struck a match to look at his watch. It was four o'clock. He was still exhausted. His limbs ached from the tremendous strain of the fifty-mile race across the Barren, but he could no longer sleep. Something he did not attempt to ask himself what it was was urging him to action. He got up and dressed.
She was a slight, white-haired woman, who had gone through hardships before coming to prosperity on that frontier, so the fifty-mile ride in a wagon was no unusual or trying experience for her. Whatever tears she had for her son's sad plight she had spent on the rough journey over.
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