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"If 'E comes after me, I'll fro' myself into the water."... Presently he was talking again in a low undertone. "There ain't nothing to be afraid of reely. It's jest imagination. Poor old Kurt he thought it would happen. Prevision like. 'E never gave me that letter or tole me who the lady was. It's like what 'e said people tore away from everything they belonged to everywhere.
It was a disappointment that the car stood so far away. With fine shot he could not seriously injure any of the I.W.W. contingent, but he was grimly sure of the fright and hurt he could inflict. In his quick glance he had seen flashes of their guns, and many red faces, and dark, huddled forms. Kurt took four shells and set them, end up, on the roof of the car close to him.
This man passed within a few yards of Kurt and he was whispering to himself. After he was safely out of earshot Kurt stole on stealthily until he reached the end of the freight-cars. Here he paused, listening. He thought he heard low voices, but he could not see the men he was following.
With a great deal of noise, but in a quick and pretty orderly fashion they now formed a procession, which began to move in the direction of Apollonie's little house. Here a halt was made. Kurt, climbing to the top of a heap of logs, which lay in the pathway, stood upright, while the others grouped themselves about him.
But the bird-faced officer was already rubbing shoulders with certain inert matter that had once been Lieutenant Kurt and the Chinese aeronaut and a dead cow, and much other uncongenial company, in the huge circle of the Whirlpool two and a quarter miles away.
"But why ain't we right ways up?" Kurt made no answer for a space. "Last I remember was seeing a sort of flying-machine in a lightning flash," said Bert. "Gaw! that was 'orrible. Guns going off! Things explodin'! Clouds and 'ail. Pitching and tossing. I got so scared and desperate and sick. You don't know how the fight came off?" "Not a bit of it.
It seemed that every moment he spent in her presence increased her effect upon him. Lenore felt this, and that buoyed up her failing courage. "Kurt, you've made a very distressing a terrible and horrible blunder," she said, with a desperation that must have seemed something else to him. "My heavens! What have I done?" he gasped, his face growing paler. How ready he was to see more catastrophe!
"Denny, I don't think this is- " the Director began. "Why not?" Kurt said, moving toward him. "Let's just get the hell out of this town while we can!" "You're not taking anything!" Ritchie said. "This ends right here, right now." "Why?" Julia asked. All turned to her, equally shocked and stunned. "What do you mean why?!" Ritchie demanded. 29.
Sober and moody, Kurt put the horses away, and, washing the dust grime from sunburnt face and hands, he went to his little attic room, where he changed his damp and sweaty clothes. Then he went down to supper with mind made up to be lenient and silent with his old and sorely tried father. Chris Dorn sat in the light of the kitchen lamps.
Music, moonlight, the simple German sentiment, the hearty German voices, the great picnic in a Stuhl Wagen, the orderly round games the boys played with the German children, and the tramps and confidences Hugh had with Kurt and Karl, and at last a crowning jollification, a dance, with some gipsy musicians whom Mr.
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