Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
Nevertheless, in spite of the opposition of Generals Ginckle and Mackey, the council determined that one more attempt should be made, and that this should be carried out at daylight next morning, in the hopes of taking the Irish by surprise. It was accordingly given out that the army would retreat in the morning, and the heavy guns were withdrawn from the batteries.
At this curt threat the surgeon relapsed into silence, his brow showing plainly that he was in deep thought. The cabin was soon left behind, and Columbus Washington showed the most direct route to the Ruthven plantation. Jack came behind the colored man, with Dr. Mackey beside him, and Old Ben brought up the rear, his gun ready to shoot at the first sign of opposition upon the prisoner's part.
"I understand you are very much attached to the boy," went on Dr. Mackey smoothly. "It is a pity. Yes, he is truly my son." The tears came into Mrs. Ruthven's eyes, but she hastily brushed them away. "Jack does not look much like you," she declared. "That is true, but he bears a strong resemblance to my dead brother Walter, and that is what made me certain he is my son.
We have always been brother and sister, and so we shall remain if you are willing." "Yes, dear Jack; stay by all means." By this time Dr. Mackey had arisen to his feet, and now he came up to Jack with a darkening face. "Did I understand you to say that you wished me to prove I was your father?" he demanded harshly.
The guerrilla was crafty enough to seize upon the cue thus given. "Thet must be the size on it," he murmured. "My head has felt queer ever since I got out in the sun. Reckon I aint accountable fer all my actions, doc." "He is a perfectly honest man," said Dr. Mackey to Jack. "I have seen him fight most bravely in half a dozen battles."
The two gazed around, but Jack and his companions were wise enough to keep out of sight, and apparently satisfied that the cabin was deserted, Dr. Mackey flung himself on a bench and St. John did likewise. "You said you wished to see me on important business," observed the spendthrift. "I do," was the reply. "I wish to help both you and myself." "In what way." "In several ways, Mr. Ruthven.
Some rain this morning West 2 Ms. pass an Isd on S. S. & prarie, to a Belge of Snag Isd. L. S. a butifull extensive Prarie on S. S. Hills to about 9 ms. distant. Mr. Mackey has Laid down the rems. of an old fort in this Prarie, which I cannot find S 85 W. 1 me. along the Isd. L. S. S 61° W alg L. S. 1 me. S 30° W, 3, ms. to pt. S. S. opsd. an Isd. & head of the last S 40° W 1 me.
Jack had been provided with a pistol by Old Ben, and this he was compelled to surrender, and his companions were also disarmed. The guerrillas numbered fully a score, so resistance would have been foolhardy. "What do you intend to do with me?" asked our hero, after he had been made a prisoner by having his hands bound behind him. "We'll hold ye till Dr. Mackey comes back." "When will that be?"
"What do you mean by my taking the consequences?" "You'll find that out later." "Would you kill me?" "I would make you mind me as a son should." "I would rather do without the fortune than have you for a father, Dr. Mackey." "Well, there is no love lost between us, when it comes to that, boy." "Then you are willing to admit that you care more for the fortune than you do for me?"
He then told me the following narrative: 'It was towards the end of the seventeenth century that a widow named Sally Mackey and her three sons lived on the outskirts of the little settlement of the Mackeys.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking