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Just then a low but shrill whistle, sounding from the woods which came down close to the road on the left hand, attracted Marcy's attention and caused him to draw rein gradually and bring his horse to a stand-still. He pulled a paper from his pocket, and while pretending to read, looked sideways toward the woods, and saw Aleck Webster making his way up through the bushes.
Mr. Marcy's plan was a very simple one. The Dipsey carried a great store of explosive appliances of various patterns and of the most improved kinds, and some of them of immense power, and Mr. Marcy proposed that a long line of these should be laid over the level ice and then exploded.
But this settlement of Neale's present affairs was really a very great occasion. Mr. Sorber and Mr. Con Murphy shook hands on the agreement. Mrs. MacCall wiped her eyes, declaring that "such goings-on wrung the tears out o' her jest like water out of a dishclout!" What Aunt Sarah said was to the point, and typical: "For the marcy's sake!
"Keep your eyes and ears open, and if you do catch on to anything come straight to me with it; do you understand? Now I am going to ride out for a while." "Do you intend to say anything about our visitors?" inquired his mother. "If I meet anyone who knows they were here I don't see how I can avoid speaking of them," was Marcy's reply.
Sally perched herself on the edge of the armchair and laid her hand lightly on Kate Marcy's. Even Sally Grover was powerless to prevent the inevitable, and the touch of her hand seemed the signal for the release of the pent-up forces.
"It was no fault of mine that I saw them captured, for I am Union to the backbone. I have been persecuted on account of my principles " "My lad," exclaimed Mr. Watkins, taking Marcy's uninjured hand in both his own, "were you on the Osprey when she made a prize of the schooner Hollins?" "I was," answered Marcy, becoming as excited as the officer appeared to be.
Not to dwell upon the particulars of Marcy's visit to Plymouth, it will be enough to say that he found Captain Burrows at the office of the provost marshal, and that he was just as sociable and friendly as he was when sitting in one of Mrs. Gray's easy-chairs examining Marcy's guns, and talking to him about the shooting on the plantation.
"I am Aleck Webster's father," said the voice, in answer to Marcy's question. "Ben Hawkins sent me here to show you the way to our camp." "When did you see Hawkins?" inquired Marcy. "This afternoon; and he told me that the Home Guards were likely to drive you away from home to-night. It's all right, Mister Marcy." Webster's side.
That's what I would have done if I had been in your place, and it is what Captain Beardsley would have done if he had been allowed the opportunity." "And been hung up by the neck for his trouble," said Hawkins; and to Mark's surprise and Tom's, he took Marcy's hand in both his own and shook it cordially. It would have pleased them better if Hawkins had knocked Marcy down.
Throw one end of the rope over that thing up there, an' make a running noose in the other. I said I wouldn't ask him agin, an' I meant every word of it." Things began to look serious, and the resolute expression on Marcy's pale face showed that he understood the situation.
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