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"Bravo Cranstoun," said Villiers somewhat maliciously; "hard hit there De Courcy, eh!" "Not so HARD HIT either as he might have been had he ventured into yonder trenches," said Middlemore. "If Cranstoun means that I prefer entering the place with a whole head rather than a BARE skin, I honestly confess that such is my peculiar taste," answered De Courcy, significantly smiling.
"What," exclaimed Middlemore, retreating back a pace or two, in unfeigned surprise; "has that pistol started up, like the ghost in Hamlet, Ensign Paul, Emilius, Theophilus, Arnoldi, of the United States Michigan Militia a prisoner on his parole of honor? and yet attempting a clandestine departure from the country how is this?"
"Congratulation!" exclaimed Middlemore, dropping his bandage, and lifting his eyes with an expression of indescribable humour, "Am I then to think it matter of congratulation that, as an innocent second, I should have had a cursed piece of lead stuck in my flesh to spoil my next winter's dancing. Upon my word, I do not know that it is quite meet that we should meet you. What say you, Grantham?"
He was relieved from his embarrassment by Middlemore exclaiming: "Nay, do not press the poor devil, Grantham; I dare say the story of his hunting is all a hum, and that the fact is, he is merely going to earn an honest penny in one of his free commercial speculations a little contraband," pointing with his finger to the bows, "is it not Desborough?"
He observed to me, jestingly, just before deploying into line, that he felt his time was come, but there can be no doubt, from what we all witnessed, that he was determined from the outset to court his death." Captain Molineux turned away, apparently much affected Middlemore spoke not, but it was evident he also was deeply pained.
"And I," said Middlemore, "will swear by the crooked buck horn handle of that huge knife, or dagger; for in our struggle on the sands yesterday morning, his blanket coat came open, and discovered the weapon on which I kept a sharp eye, during the whole time. "There cannot be a doubt," remarked Henry Grantham.
"So then I am to be the only bulleted man on this occasion," interrupted Middlemore, with ludicrous pathos "the only poor devil who is to be made to remember Hartley's point for ever. But no matter.
Planted on the brow of the ditch, at the moment when Middlemore fell, he had deliberately discharged his musket into the loop-hole whence the shot had been fired; but although, as he seemed to expect, the next instant brought several barrels to bear upon himself, not one of these had taken effect.
"I always said," observed Molineux, shrugging his shoulders, "that he resembled one of the ground hogs of his old command of Bois Blanc, more than any thing human; and hang me if he does not tonight look like a hog in armour." "There certainly is something of the ARMAdilla about him," said Middlemore; "if we may judge from the formidable weapons he brought into the room."
We all arrived without accident, and passed a delightful evening, the American officers exerting themselves to give the coup d'eclat to the last ball of the season." "Yes," interrupted the incorrigible Middlemore, as he cracked a hickory nut, "and the balls reserved for us this season will also carry with them the coup de grass."
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