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With his free hand he struck viciously at Hal, while he kicked with his feet and sought to bury his teeth in Hal's arm. But Hal held him back. Vainly, Matin sought to move his right arm around so as to bring the muzzle upon Hal's heart. With a quick move Hal suddenly released his hold upon Matin's pistol wrist and seized the pistol hand. His finger covered Matin's finger on the trigger.
"Don't you know that before you can pull the trigger my friend in the doorway will kill you?" A look of fright and disappointment passed over Matin's face. Slowly he lowered his revolver and turned toward the doorway. It was the moment for which Hal had been waiting. With a bound he leaped upon Matin and with his left hand seized Matin's right wrist. Matin uttered a snarl of rage.
"Forsook missal and mass To chant o'er a bottle or shrive a lass; No matin's bell called them up in the morn, But the yell of the hounds and sound of the horn; No penance the monk in his cell could stay But a broken leg or a rainy day: The pilgrim that came to the abbey-door, With the feet of the fallow-deer found it nailed o'er; The pilgrim that into the kitchen was led.
He was panting and gasping for breath. Hal was breathing easily, though the manner in which the sinews on his forehead and arms stood out showed to what extent he had extended himself. When the mouth of the revolver pointed at Matin's heart, Hal said quietly: "Now, Matin, if you will release your hold on this gun I will let you go free." Matin's answer was a snarl of rage.
The time had come for her to reflect. And she did reflect. She became very silent and devout, never missed a single matin's service nor a single mass, and gave away all her fine clothes. She spent fifteen years quietly, peacefully, and soberly, never quarrelling with any one and giving way to every one. If any! one scolded her, she only bowed to them and thanked them for the admonition.
I was aware there is nothing in our rules I mean our canons to prevent me, and nobody need know I was the rector of Matin's Junction, because I would come just in my overalls. There is a cheap place where I could lodge, and I could feed myself for almost nothing, living is so cheap. I was praying about that, too.
Few have ever passed from port to port of the great Gulf, without meeting, or at least hearing, of "Captain Tom Lund," known as the most skilful pilot on the coast. "Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight or matin's prime." And when his skill could not make a desired haven, or tide over a threatened danger, the mariners of the Gulf deemed the case hopeless indeed.
"Tricked me, did you?" he shouted. "You shall pay for it." It had been Hal's intention at first simply to wrest the revolver from his opponent's hands and then turn the man over to the officer of the guard. But Matin's strength was greater than the lad had imagined; also he was wild with rage.
Matin's hand at that moment was extended straight from him. Slowly now, as Hal exerted his utmost pressure, the arm described a semicircle. Now it pointed almost straight forward. Then, as Hal brought more strength into play, the arm curved inward; and directly the revolver pointed squarely at Matin's heart. The perspiration stood out in great beads on Matin's forehead.
Gilling had diphtheria last spring," the dean struck in, "there was an epidemic of diphtheria, in Matin's Junction; Mr. Gilling really saved the place; but his wife and he both contracted the disease, and his wife nearly died." Harry remembered some story that he had heard at the time his eyes began to light up as they do when he is moved.
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