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Then the boys threw themselves upon the ground to rest after several hours of constant riding. One of the cowboys in the outfit, Sol Flatbush by name, stood staring at the old man and the boy. He was scratching his forelock in a meditative sort of way, as if trying to remember something. "What is it, Solly? I reckon what yer tryin' ter think of is that ye've forgot yer supper," said Bud.
Didn't you take any other precautions?" "Oh, yes. I reported the attempt to Judge Elverson. He sent a secret service man over to live with me. Then I got a commission out in Denver. When I came back, about a month ago, Judge Elverson gave me the two dogs." "Two?" "Yes. Rags and Tatters." "Where's Tatters?" "Dead. By the same road as Rags." "Killed at your place in Flatbush?" "No.
Two female voices, one of which they all recognized as that of Miss Genevieve Pringle, were mingling in a babble of greeting, expostulation, interjection, and explanation, and presently Miss Pringle entered the cabin, followed by a younger lady who, except for her youth, looked much like her. "My niece, Miss Henrietta Pringle, of Flatbush," said Miss Pringle, primly presenting her prim relation.
"We'll do nothing of the sort," returned Sam flat-footedly. "I've been composing this speech for the last two weeks and I'm going to deliver it. I'm not going to have it wasted. I've unconsciously been rehearsing it every place I went. Even up in Flatbush, showing a man the superior advantages of that yellow-mud district, I found myself repeating sentence number twelve.
He managed, however, to make a tour of four days, in his carriage, upon Long Island. He proceeded from Brooklyn, through Flatbush and New Utrecht, to Gravesend, on the extreme western point of the island, and then eastward to Jamaica by the middle road.
I tell you these things to assure you, even if you can't believe it, that many, very many of the stage people are workers with abiding ambitions just the same as the man who wants to be president, or the grocery clerk who wants a home in Flatbush, or a lady who is anxious to flop out of the Count-pan into the Prince-fire.
After dark that evening, Dick took his departure, and as soon as he was past the sentinels, he struck out southward. The British army was at that time encamped near the Flatlands, about two miles from the bay and about two miles south of Flatbush. Dick walked onward at a moderate pace.
That evening Femmetia helped her father, who was an invalid, to climb to the top of a little hill from which they could see a fire raging in the village of Flatbush. The direction of the fire showed the father and daughter that it was their own house which was burning. When the fight was over, General Washington's troops had been driven from Long Island.
Dowdswell treated us with considerable humanity, and appeared to be a Gentleman, nor were the Marines in General so Insolent as the Ships Crew....On the 31st the Commissary of Prisoners came on Board and took down the names, etc, of the prisoners....he told us Colonel Clark and many other Officers were confined at Flatbush.
"Yet here's a kid run off with by an Injun, and he brings back a pocket mirror what belonged to Stella Fosdick. Sol Flatbush, ye've got ter give a better defense o' ther Injuns than that." "What hev I got ter do with ther Injuns?" asked Flatbush defiantly. "Search me. But ye've made a wrong diagnosis, an' I don't like yer brand o' talk none. I think myself thet yer too friendly ter ther redskins."
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