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Ere he could recover himself or withdraw his sword, he was beaten to his knees by a blow from a gun-barrel; the blood ran down over his face. "Surrender! surrender!" they cried to him, "and we will spare your life." For answer his hand sought his remaining pistol.

When he had taken down half the contents of the small bottle he desisted and poured the rest into the glass, apparently for Cordova's benefit. 'I hope I have left you enough, he said, as he prepared to go. 'My throat felt like a rusty gun-barrel. 'Fright is very bad for the voice, Schreiermeyer remarked, as the call-boy handed him another bottle of beer through the open door.

Gently lowering ourselves into the swamp, we creep noiselessly through the dense bushes, their thick foliage closing over our heads. It is an anxious moment! the slightest snapping of a bough, the knocking of a gun-barrel against a stem, and the game is off. "We must go back," whispers the Indian. "Cannot get near enough on this side. Too open!"

He could see the charcoal-burners huddled in a knot; old Buldeo's gun-barrel waving, like a banana-leaf, to every point of the compass at once. Then Gray Brother gave the Ya-la-hi!

Or fix a needle to the end of a suspended gun-barrel or iron rod, so as to point beyond it like a little bayonet, and while it remains there, the gun-barrel or rod cannot, by applying the tube to the other end, be electrified so as to give a spark, the fire continually running out silently at the point. In the dark you may see it make the same appearance as it does in the case before mentioned."

He soon made an inventory of the room; it was very high and extremely narrow like a gun-barrel, the door was at one end, the window at the other. At the bottom, in a corner, near the casement, was a little iron bed, and a small round table in chestnut wood.

The wretch was made fast to a stake, and a Frenchman began the torture by burning him with a red-hot gun-barrel. The same cruel measures were practised when the Ottawas came to trade at Montreal. There is a translation in N. Y. Col. Every effort was vain.

"Poor old chap. But tell him I've paid some of the beggars out for it. Mind you tell him it'll make him feel comfortable like, and ease his mind." I nodded, and then told him about the plan. "Well," he said, as he slowly and thoughtfully polished his gun-barrel, "it might do, and it mightn't. Seems a rum dodge; but, anyhow, we might try." "I shall want you to help make the bridge," I says.

Buxton struck a match and puffed out several clouds of smoke. Then he tossed the match into the fire, and nodded through the tobacco clouds. "I agree with you, Jack," he said. "This is the queerest thing I ever came across in my life. I've known Tom Haydon, boy and man, this forty-five years, and he's as straight as a gun-barrel.

"He said, too, that Garros had the bad luck to be taken prisoner, and the Germans got his machine before he had any chance to destroy it. That was the way the Germans got hold of the idea. Garros simply designed a bit of mechanism that automatically stops the gun from firing when the propeller blade is passing directly in front of the gun-barrel.