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Updated: June 5, 2025
As my horse crashed into him I struck at his pate with my pistol. An instant later we both came a mighty downfall, and when I could get my eyes free of stars I arose and drew my sword. The highwayman sat before me on the ground, ruefully handling his skull. Our two horses were scampering away into the mist. I placed my point at the highwayman's throat.
It seemed a pity to have to die on such a morning, and for one moment there was regret in the highwayman's soul as he took his place in the cart. The next he braced himself to play his part, for there were great crowds in the streets, waiting and making holiday.
Deb.'s done ill by me; she shouldn't ha' bullied me when I was sore and tetchy, and fagged out with your curst huntin' of me up and down! But I'll do that much for her and for you. Here; bend your head down; I've got to whisper." Gilbert leaned his ear to the highwayman's mouth. "You'll only tell her, you understand?" Gilbert assented. "Say to her these words, don't forgit a single one of 'em!
The Cuban question figured conspicuously in the campaign of 1856. The platform of the Democratic party was strongly in favor of acquisition, while the new Republican platform stigmatized the Ostend manifesto as the highwayman's plea. Until the Buchanan administration all negotiations for the purchase of Cuba had been undertaken on the authority of the executive alone.
Of the highwayman's children, the eldest son studied for the priesthood, and the youngest daughter, Vicenta, got ruined. "I should prefer to have her a man and in the penitentiary," Guillen used to say. Which was not at all strange, because for the highwayman the penitentiary was like a school of determination and manhood.
Could the muster-roll of this great army be called, and they could come up from the dead, what eye could endure the reeking, festering putrefaction and beastliness! What heart could endure the groans of agony! Drunkenness: Does it not jingle the burglar's key? Does it not whet the assassin's knife? Does it not cock the highwayman's pistol? Does it not wave the incendiary's torch?
Buck Tom was crouching behind a large mass of rock close to the track, and so lost in the dark shadow of it that no ordinary man could have seen him; but nothing could escape the keen and practised eye of Hunky Ben. He could not indeed make out the highwayman's form, but he knew that he was there and that was enough.
"These these clothes I happen to be wearing are not made with places in them for a watch or anything. And you've already taken what money I had it was all in my overcoat pocket." "Yep; a pinch of chicken feed and wot felt like about four one-bone bills." The highwayman's accent was both ominous and contemptuous.
He leaped forward; Gilbert clubbed his musket and awaited him. They were scarcely two yards apart; the highwayman's pistol-barrel was opposite Gilbert's heart, and the two men were looking into each other's eyes. The group in front of the tavern stood as if paralyzed, every man holding his breath. "Halt!" said Sandy Flash. "Halt!
And, indeed, the highwayman's horse had taken fright, and we could see him galloping away across the common. I was so elated to think that I, a little boy, had shot a live highwayman, that I dare say I bragged outrageously of my action. We set down Mr Weston at his inn in the Borough, and crossed London Bridge, and there I was in London at last.
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