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She hastened to the dock; arriving all out of breath, and seeing the large crowd that was waiting she became very much excited, and observing an officer in uniform she ventured to speak to him. It was Gen. Shunk, of Ohio. She told him who she was, and also for whom she was looking. He answered her very cordially, and said he knew Mr.
James looked down at me gravely. "I s'pose, Davy, you have in mind what Stacy Shunk said about him catchin' you." "Oh, dear, no," I protested. "I was just wondering what kind of a man he was."
I should hardly dare repeat some of the terms which have come to my ears as having been applied by him to me. Just the other day, as we were walking through town, I overheard him talking to Stacy Shunk, and he referred to my wife as the lovely Mrs. Pound. Now I have no objections to persons speaking of my wife as lovely, but I want them to mean it and not to infer quite the opposite." It was Mrs.
I could tell you something of my own life, and of a life dearer still to my memory; but I have shunk from narrating anything so purely personal. Yet, shrink as I will, no other but those sad recollections will present themselves to my mind. I call them sad when I think of the end of it all. However, I am not going to moralize.
Midway in his story of how he had arrived in that part of the country, and at the point in his narrative where he described his own ambush and how he had fled to the bank, Smoke was interrupted by the indignant Shunk Wilson. "Young man, what sense is there in you testifyin' that way? You're just takin' up valuable time.
Harding was testifying, when Smoke saw the door shoved open slightly, and in the crack appear the face of the man who had sold the flour. He was grimacing and beckoning emphatically to some one inside, who arose from near the stove and started to work toward the door. "Where are you goin', Sam?" Shunk Wilson demanded. "I'll be back in a jiffy," Sam explained. "I jes' got to go."
If he didn't make the settlement on the Yukon he'd croaked long before this." "I suppose you've got all the guns in this part of the country accounted for, too," Smoke observed pointedly. Shunk Wilson was angry. "You'd think I was the prisoner the way you slam questions into me. Come on with the next witness. Where's French Louis?" While French Louis was shoving forward, Lucy opened the door.
"He sent an officer back to see that the next officer in rank should take command at once. "Gen. Shunk said to Gen. Pike: "'I fear that re-enforcements for the enemy are coming up. I have just captured some prisoners, who say they have marched fifteen miles to-day, and were put into the battle as soon as they arrived.
"Who was that?" he interrupted Pierre's narrative to ask. "Bill Peabody," somebody spoke up. "Said he wanted to ask his wife something and was coming right back." Instead of Bill, it was Lucy who re-entered, took off her furs, and resumed her place by the stove. "I reckon we don't need to hear the rest of the witnesses," was Shunk Wilson's decision, when Pierre had finished.
Nobody spoke for a long half-minute, but men glanced significantly at one another, and a general restlessness pervaded the packed room. Out of the corner of his eye, Smoke caught a glimpse of Breck, Lucy, and her husband whispering together. "Come on, you," Shunk Wilson said gruffly to Smoke. "Cut this questionin' short. We know what you're tryin' to prove that the other bank wasn't searched.
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