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Why has Mr. Hawes retired?" "You know as well as I do." "Oh! do I?" "Yes, sir! the man's terror when Fry's journal was proposed in evidence, and his manner of edging away obliquely to the direction Fry took, were not lost on a man of your intelligence." "If you think that, why did you not stop him till Fry came back with the book?" "I had my reasons; meantime we are not at a stand-still.
The man he had the reins wrapped about his arm was yanked from his feet and sent sprawling. Tom, flat against Star's neck, with the black mane whipping his face, sped down the road past the spot where they had met Andrews that first day of the raid, past the Widow Fry's and down the one street of Manchester at a full gallop. "Keep it up, Star!" he urged. "Go it, Star! We're almost there, old boy.
Fry's name and errand prevailed. Accompanied by one of these nominal directresses, she was admitted and shown into a large, plainly-furnished parlor. After she had waited some little time, the Lady Superior presented herself at the grating, and prepared to hear the communications of her visitors.
That story of John Fry's, instead of causing any amusement, gave us great disquietude; not only because it showed that Tom Faggus could not resist sudden temptation and the delight of wildness, but also that we greatly feared lest the King's pardon might be annulled, and all his kindness cancelled, by a reckless deed of that sort.
Tom exclaimed. "He'd keep us there for an hour. I wonder where Andrews is going?" He hazarded a glance over his shoulder. Andrews was almost up to them. "We'd better not speak to him until we're farther away from these houses," said Wilson. "When we get down almost to the trees, I'll hail him." They quickened their pace so that Andrews would come abreast of them near the Widow Fry's.
With this I ploughed along pretty well, and thundered so hard at John Fry's door, that he thought it was the Doones at least, and cocked his blunderbuss out of the window. John was very loth to come down, when he saw the meaning of it; for he valued his life more than anything else; though he tried to make out that his wife was to blame.
The colonel, however, never came to the camp, nor did the North Carolina troops render any service in the campaign the fortunes of which might otherwise have been very different. By the death of Fry, the command of the regiment devolved on Washington. Finding a blank major's commission among Fry's papers, he gave it to Captain Adam Stephen, who had conducted himself with spirit.
Arl for thee, lad; every bit of it now for thee! He checked himself suddenly, and frightened me. I knew that John Fry's way so well. 'And father, and father oh, how is father? I pushed the boys right and left as I said it. 'John, is father up in town! He always used to come for me, and leave nobody else to do it.
He had drawn up his chair, taken his napkin from the side-board drawer, pulled it out of its ring, and seated himself as unconcernedly as if he had come in from his usual afternoon session at Carrick Fry's; and the long habit of the household made it seem almost natural that Charity should not so much as raise her eyes when he entered.
"Plaise ye, worshipful masters," he said, being feared of the gateway, "carn 'e tull whur our Jan Ridd be?" "Hyur a be, ees fai, Jan Ridd," answered a sharp little chap, making game of John Fry's language. "Zhow un up, then," says John Fry poking his whip through the bars at us; "Zhow un up, and putt un aowt."
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