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And so in a little while, as we wound our way along the face of these perilons rifts in the baked clay, with the mottled, inefficient river feeling its way gingerly at the bottom of the buff colored ravine, what was my astonishment to see Jorian and Boris turn sharply at right angles and ride single file up one of the dry lateral cracks which opened, as it were, directly into the hill-side!
Stay, what made thee say Margaret Brandt was dead?" "I was with Gerard when a letter came from Margaret Van Eyck. The letter told him she he loved was dead and buried. Let me sit down, for my strength fails me, Foul play! Foul play!" "Father," said Jorian, "I thank Heaven for sending thee to me, Ay, sit ye down; ye do look like a ghost; ye fast overmuch to be strong.
Jorian had fired at the face of the pop-gun knave. That putty-white countenance had a crimson plash on it ere it vanished. Then came back to us a scream of dreadful agony and the sound of a heavy fall outside. "End of act the first! The Wicked Angels hum, hum go to hell! All in the day's work!" cried Jorian, cheerily, recharging his pistolet and driving home the wadding as he spoke.
'With this difference, cried Jorian in a heat, 'that he would never have allowed the thought of any of your barbarous messes to occur to a man at table. Let me tell you, Roy, you astonish me: up till now I have never known you guilty of the bad taste of defending a bad dish on your own board. 'Then you will the more readily pardon me, Jorian.
Jorian DeWitt, by the way, you may not know him an esteemed old friend of mine, says that is, he said once to a tolerably impudent fellow whom he had disconcerted with a capital retort, "You may try to be a gentleman, and blunder at it, but if you will only try to be his humble servant, we are certain to establish a common footing."
It sounded like a scraping and a crumbling somewhere above. "God help us now, Jorian!" I cried, in a sudden, quick panic; "they are coming upon us everyway. I can hear them stripping off the roof-tile overhead if such rabbit-warrens as this have Christian roofs!" Boris sat down calmly with his back against the earthen wall and trained his pistol upward, ready to shoot whatever should appear.
Margaret and Jorian were now within twenty yards of the shop, when they heard a roar inside, like as of some wild animal, and the friar burst out, white and raging, and went tearing down the street. Margaret screamed, and sank fainting on Jorian's arm. Jorian shouted after him, "Stay, madman, know thy friends." But he was deaf, and went headlong, shaking his clenched fists high, high in the air.
Serjeant Wedderburn, professionally voluble, a lively talker, brimming with anecdote, but too sparkling, too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point, threw my father's urbane supremacy into marked relief; and so in another fashion did the Earl of Witlington, 'a youth in the season of guffaws, as Jorian DeWitt described him, whom a jest would seize by the throat, shaking his sapling frame.
I felt my terrible weapon stopped now and then now softly, now suddenly, according to that which I struck against. And all the while the kitchen of the inn resounded with yells and threatenings, with oaths and cursings. But Jorian and I drove them steadily back, though they came at us again and again, with spits, iron hooks, and all manner of curious weapons.
"He cut a calf's head off!" said Jorian, as a complete explanation of how the preserving of the Princess was effected. Whereat all laughed, and the Prince more than any. For ever since he drank his first draught of wine, he had begun to mellow. "Well, hearty fellows, what reward would you have for your great bravery?"
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