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Even in the days to come, when his name was anathema in the land, nobody ever charged that he would not go through with a comrade. There drifted to them presently the faint sound of a shot. It was followed by a second and a third. "The fight's on," cried Thursday. Billie's quirt stung the flank of his pony. Near the entrance to the cañon his companion caught up with him.
He shook himself, and then turned, facing his captors. 'A wish a'd niver hidden mysel'; it were his doing, jerking his thumb toward Philip: 'a'm ready to stand by what a've done. Yo've getten a warrant a'll be bound, for them justices is grand at writin' when t' fight's over.
It's right in the heart of Unaga, where the world's afire, like hell opened up from below. Say, boy, I've seen wonders, the like I never dreamed about, and we beat all this country could set up to keep safe its secrets. We passed through one hell only to reach a worse. But we got it. We found it. And the fight's won." Marcel forgot everything in that concise narrative of Steve's success.
I have ordered my sheep back across the deadline. You can have this range to yourself for your cattle. The fight's off so far as we personally are concerned." A hint of deeper color touched her cheeks. Her manner had been cavalier at best; for the most part frankly hostile; and all the time the man was on an errand of good-will.
I I won't stand for it " Steve's smiling shake of the head brought the boy to a blank-eyed stop. "The fight's won," he said. "There's no more fight for us." "You mean ?" Steve jerked his dark head in the direction of the store-house. "It's full," he said. "Full, plumb up, of green weed. There's thousands of the deadly lily blooms in there, packed and ready for Seal Bay.
He waved his big fists enthusiastically on high, and blinked his one good eye. "If a man can die this way, sure, what's the use o' living?" "Steady men! Steady!" the Master cautioned, reloading his gun. "No time, now, for shouting. Load up! This fight's only begun!" Already, as they recharged their weapons, the door was groaning under the frantic attack of the Arabs and Maghrabis.
We couldn't get any where nigh to the soldiers without the brigands seeing us; so we'll wait here till the fight's over, and the brigands all chased off." "The soldiers! what soldiers?" asked Minnie. "Why, they're having a fight over there the soldiers are attacking the brigands." "Well, I didn't know. Nobody told me. And did you come with the soldiers?" "Well, not exactly.
This fight's going to keep us all hopping." And Jip was right. Before a quarter of an hour had gone by our village was completely surrounded by one huge mob of yelling, raging Bag-jagderags. I now come again to a part in the story of our voyages where things happened so quickly, one upon the other, that looking backwards I see the picture only in a confused kind of way.
"There ain't but one man under God's eye that's got a right to own the land you toiled on like you did," he said, "and that is the man that worships every hair on your head and every drop of blood in your veins. I'm the feller, Dixie." "Oh, Alfred!" she cried out, but, seeing his eyes burning into hers, she smiled, nestled closer into his arms, and said: "Well, what's the use? My fight's over.
The fight's over, man, an' I guess God A'mighty brought this on us to show what fools we was. Where are y', Jan Larose? I'm goin' t' carry you out!" "I'm here!" called Jan. He could see truth and fearlessness in O'Grady's sightless face, and he guided him without fear. Their hands met. Then O'Grady lowered himself and hoisted Jan to his shoulders as easily as he would have lifted a boy.
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