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"Absolutely," answered DuQuesne. "They have everything worked out to the queen's taste." "That's all right, then. I'll take the trip. Also," turning to Brookings, "it will help in another little thing we are doing the Spencer affair." "Haven't you got that stuff away from her yet, after having had her locked up in that hell-hole for two months?" asked Brookings. "No. She's stubborn as a mule.
In the bright moonlight I could see all about me dead and wounded men, wounded men who would surely "go West," for, once down, the chance of escape from that hell-hole was slight.
That's what dad used to say." She flung out her arm in the direction of a towering peak. "At the base of that highest cliff was where the Gull went on the rocks. They call it 'Hell-Hole." Staring in silence at the saddle-backed mountain, their minds traveled into the past. Then Gregory asked: "Does any one live on the island?" "It's a sheep-ranch.
If we keep well in he won't be able to see us long." Gregory gave Bronson the necessary orders, and the Richard bounded away from her pursuer and raced into the shadows of the cliff. When they arrived at the point near the Hell-Hole Isthmus, the speed-craft motor began to miss and Bronson guided the Richard in the lea of the promontory and threw out an anchor.
"I 'm going to get a litter and get you up out o' this hell-hole of a swamp," announced Blake. "I 'm going to have you carried up to the hills. Then I 'm going back to Chalavia to get a doctor o' some kind. Then I 'm going to put you on your feet again!" Binhart slowly moved his head from side to side. Then the heat-lightning smile played about the hollow face again.
Bink and I had a lot of sad letters to write to the boys' relatives that day. Shortly after this we were taken back of the line a few miles and reorganized, and in a few days we were back in the trenches again. The battalion went in at Courcelette a night or two before me, and such a place it was. The German artillery had made it a veritable hell-hole.
"I don't know." "Don't know," he screamed. "Didn't you just come along here? Do you want me to get lost again in this hell-hole?" The stricken fear leaped into his face. He had forgotten her danger, forgotten everything but the craven terror that engulfed him. Looking at him, she was struck for the first time with the thought that he might be on the verge of madness.
Strange in the knowledge of that underground hell-hole how apposite has been the naming of the Pit. One wonders how it originated, and when.
Soon the strange craft was again dimly visible, appearing like a gray blot in the darkness ahead. Off the Hell-Hole she turned shoreward and was lost to view. "Tell him to stop the motor for a moment," whispered Dickie Lang. When Bronson complied, the silence for the space of a few minutes was unbroken. Then from the little cove came the muffled cough of a high-speed motor. "All right. Head out."
This point, "New Hope," was the accidental intersection of the road leading from Allatoona to Dallas with that from Van Wert to Marietta, was four miles northeast of Dallas, and from the bloody fighting there for the next week was called by the soldiers "Hell-Hole." The night was pitch-dark, it rained hard, and the convergence of our columns toward Dallas produced much confusion.
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