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"Because they are letting you in! It will be strong enough in due season!" thought Marta in the uncontrollable triumph of antagonism. Five against three was in his tone and in every line of his features.
Hazily, Bouchard had heard the talk, while he was looking at Westerling and seeing him, not at the head of the council table, but in the arbor in eager appeal to Marta. "I shall find out! I shall find out!" was drumming in his temples when the council rose; and, without a word or a backward glance, he was the first to leave the room.
The strain of the day had unnerved her. Yet he answered her bootless question with simple directness. "I liked the idea of being a soldier. I was reared in the atmosphere of the army, and I hoped that I might do my duty if war came." Perhaps this was point one for him. Marta shrugged her shoulders. "I might have guessed beforehand what you would say," she replied. "You sent for me?"
It was the natural destiny of a Galland woman. Yet she was sometimes worried about Marta's whimsies. She, too, could wonder what Marta would be like in five years. Does any man of power know whither the tendencies of his time are leading him, or the people whom he leads whither they are being led?
"We're closing in on their frontier all along the line!" "It's incredible!" "But the word is official it's right!" From mouth to mouth a hundred thousand prisoners, five hundred guns the news was passed in the garden. Eyes dull with fatigue began flashing as the soldiers broke into a cheer that was not led, a cheer unlike any Marta had heard before.
The crackle of a leaf and they are off flying, with their muzzles high and their eyes wild. Na! I hear nothing but the wheel below grinding and squeaking, and the splash of the water." "He is coming up the stairs," cried Kaya, "Open the door for him, Marta, and let the Kapellmeister in."
Lanstron was still in the officers' minds after his strange appearance and stranger departure. They began to talk of him, and Marta listened. "He said something about being a free man now!" "Yes, he looked as eager as a terrier after rats." "He knows what he is doing. He sees so far ahead of what we are thinking that it's useless to guess his object. We'll understand when it's done."
And now ensued a period of incredible hardship and suffering for the adventurous pair; for they were now among the most lofty of those stupendous peaks which run in an almost unbroken chain from one end of the continent to the other, from the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta in the north to within little more than one hundred miles from the Strait of Magellan in the south; and their way lay over boundless snowfields, across enormous glaciers gashed with unfathomable crevasses, up and down stupendous precipices, and along narrow, ice-clad ledges, where a single false step must have hurled them to death thousands of feet below.
He must send the children with the messenger In a sort of desperation, "Cahn you dem childen take to de house across de lake, and pring back Mrs. Callan? Tell her Marta Van Trumper need her right now mooch very kvick." The Indian nodded. Then the father hesitated, but a glance at the Indian was enough.
"Exquisite, delicious!" he murmured; while Charles Gould waited, standing by with inscrutable patience. "Lucia, Lucia di Lammermoor! I am passionate for music. It transports me. Ha! the divine ha! Mozart. Si! divine . . . What is it you were saying?" Of course, rumours had reached him already of the newcomer's intentions. Besides, he had received an official warning from Sta. Marta.
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