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"No! impossible!" The face of Lyon grew white as ashes, and his limbs shook with a sudden, irrepressible tremor. "Speak out plainly," he added. "What evidence is there of danger?" "In my last letter, you will remember, I expressed some fear on this head, and mentioned my purpose to go to Washington and assume a disguise." "I do, and have felt troubled about it."
Then as we was comin' out of the clerk's office, Sheriff Rutledge stepped up and read a subpoena to Mitch and me to appear before the Grand Jury in August, about Doc Lyon. "We won't be here," says Mitch. "Why not?" says the sheriff. "Where'll you be?" This stumped Mitch he didn't want to say. The sheriff walked away and Mitch says: "Now I see what we have to do.
The remainder of the journey was made by the three trains without incident Indians having been seen but once, and that was a short distance below old Fort Lyon; the party disappeared rapidly, and was evidently traveling and not on the warpath.
The habitation in which Captain Lyon and his party were lodged, was a very good one, and as all the houses are built upon nearly the same plan, the following description will give an idea of all the rest.
"Let your father, in one of his letters, acknowledge the receipt for you. If Mr. Lyon be a true man, he will respect you the more." Not entirely satisfied, though she gave no intimation of this, Fanny returned to the seclusion of her own room, to muse on so unexpected a circumstance; and as she mused, the beating of her heart grew quicker. Again she read the letter from Mr.
Poor Sybil was sentimental and illogical, like all her sex. "But at a point at which, I may venture to say, that even you, its owner, never reached before," added Lyon, as he touched up his horse and led the way up the road, still looking about as well as he could through the darkness, for a place in which to stop and rest their horses.
Though you know now that the embarrassing question that everybody has to answer is, 'Have you been to Alaska? Have you been to Alaska, Mr. Lyon?" This icy suggestion seemed very inopportune to Lyon. He rose and walked a step or two, and stood by the fire facing her. He confessed, looking down, that he had not been in Alaska, and he had no desire to go there.
During the 8th and the forenoon of the 9th, preparations were made for resisting an attack in Springfield, in case the enemy should come upon us. In the afternoon of the 9th, General Lyon decided to assault the Rebel camp at daylight of the following morning.
And while Lyon went back to the wagon to attend to the wants of his horses, Sybil spread a very good breakfast of coffee, bread, and ham, upon the ground near the fire. When they had given their horses time enough to rest they resumed their journey, still travelling towards the east.
You are ready to take your oath to it that Colonel Lyon had no idea he was sitting for his picture, and thought of nothing in the world besides his own occupation of the moment. Although the collection did not embrace, I understand, nearly the whole of Raeburn's works, it was too large not to contain some that were indifferent, whether as works of art or as portraits.
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