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Updated: June 23, 2025
They nodded at the news and smiled to one another; and some who had been pacing sat down and others rose to begin pacing afresh. "We could have emplaced two lines of automatics, one above the other!" exclaimed the chief of artillery. "But that would have given too much of a climb for the infantry in going in delayed the rush," said Lanstron.
Lanstron advanced to the table, pressed his hands on the edge, and, now master of himself, began an account of Marta's offer.
"Yes, a chance to end the killing for good and all!" said Lanstron, coming abruptly out of his silence. "We'll take it and strike hard."
That's what the Hussars would have done." "If you don't mind telling it in public, Stransky, I should like to know your origin," said Lanstron, prepared to be as considerate of an anarchist's private feelings as of anybody's. Stransky squinted his eyes down the bony bridge of his nose and grinned sardonically. "That won't take long," he answered.
Again she let her glance wander away to the distances. It was arrested and held this time by two groups of far-away points in the sky along the frontier, in the same bright light of that other afternoon when Captain Arthur Lanstron had made his first night over the range. "Look!" she cried. "Look, look!" she repeated, a girlish excitement rippling her placidity.
Lanstron massed artillery against massed artillery. For every Gray gun he had more than one Brown gun. The Grays might excel by ratio of five to three in human avoirdupois, but a willing Brown government had been generous with funds. Money will buy guns and skill will man them.
Vaguely, in the whirl of her joy, Marta heard the chorus of assent as the officers sprang to their feet in the elation of being at one with their chief again. Lanstron caught her arm, fearing that she was going to fall, but a burning question rose in her mind to steady her. "Then my shame my sending men to slaughter my sacrifice was not in vain?" she exclaimed.
Then they may throw this old body onto the rubbish heap as soon as they please it is a fat, unwieldy behemoth of an old body!" "No, no, it isn't!" Lanstron objected hotly. He was seeing only what most people saw after talking with Partow for a few minutes, his fine, intelligent eyes and beautiful forehead.
Peculiarly human, peculiarly dictatorial, dynamic, and inscrutable was Partow, who never asked any one under him to work harder than himself. Lanstron appeared in the presence of Jove shortly after eight o'clock the next morning after he left La Tir. Jove rolled his big head on his short neck in a nod and said: "Late!" "The train was late, sir!" "And you have disobeyed orders!" grumbled Partow.
"She is helpless in their power!" Lanstron said. "There is no telling what they might do to her in the rage of their discovery. I must go to her! I am going to the front!" The announcement started a storm of protest. "But you are the chief of staff! You cannot leave the staff!" "You've no right to expose yourself!" "A chance shell or bullet "
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