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His father had often told him that he had seen with his own eyes a note of hand which had been blown, during the course of the conflagration, as far as Flatbush. And the second fire of 1845. His father had been a man then, married, a prominent citizen, old enough, as Mr. Lanley said, with a faint smile, to have lost heavily.
Five thousand remained to guard this post, and 10,000, under General Puttenham, advanced to hold the line of wooded hills which run across the island. In the center of the plain, at the foot of these hills, stood the village of Flatbush.
"What d'ye mean?" cried Flatbush, springing to his feet. "I mean thet I don't trust yer none. I think ye're a skunk, an' I don't like ter see yer face eround this yere camp. How much do this outfit owe yer?" "Three months' wage," answered the cow-puncher sourly. Bud went down into his leather pouch and extracted a roll of bills, and skinned off several. "Thar it is. Skidoo!
"Of course, there is," said Ted. "He's an old horse sharp. Sol Flatbush knows him. He wants a race in town, thinking he can draw us into betting. He doesn't know that we never gamble, but he evidently believes that in the excitement of the moment he will be able to get some of our money." "Well, he'll get fooled on that," said Ben. "He'll git fooled in several other ways, too," grunted Bud.
Once across the bridge, Dan led the big car far out to a sparsely built-up section of Flatbush and there at last his object was achieved. A loud report echoed behind them and glancing over her shoulder Willa saw the big car swerve and come to an abrupt halt in the ditch. "Tire burst!" she announced. "Luck is with us, Dan!" "It was, in the shape of some broken glass!" Her ally retorted grinning.
"That boy must not get to the top," he shouted. "I want him." "What will we do?" asked one of them. "Here, Sol Flatbush, you are the best shot of us all. See if you can't bring him down. But don't shoot him. I need him for other things. Shoot the rope in two." This was easier said than done, for the rope was so high that it was almost out of the light cast by the fires.
It was impossible to make a permanent home for young Lynde in bachelor chambers, or to dine him at the club. After a week of inconvenience and wretchedness, complicated by the sinister suspicions of his landlady, David Lynde concluded to send the orphan to boarding-school. It was at Flatbush, Long Island, that I made the acquaintance of the forlorn little fellow.
The sudden rout of this party enabled De Heister to detach a part of his force against those who were engaged near Bedford. In that quarter, too, the Americans were broken, and driven back into the woods; and the front of the column led by General Clinton, continuing to move forward, intercepted and engaged those who were retreating along the direct road from Flatbush.
Then he was released from the filthy prison ship, limited on his parole of honor to certain limits at Flatbush, and decently provisioned and better treated, and it is pleasant to add that the British officers having charge of these matters were faithful in the proper application of funds thus placed in their hands. Major Bedinger made many trips on this labor of fraternal affection.
"It's all right." "It is?" "We've made it up. It was like this . . ." His conversation took an intimate turn. He expounded for Nelly's benefit the inner history, with all its ramifications, of a recent unfortunate rift between himself and "the best little girl in Flatbush," what he had said, what she had said, what her sister had said, and how it all come right in the end.
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