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"It is for my father " His face brightened as he caught at a new hope. "Show me the way to Silent's hiding place and I'll free your father an' reach the end of this trail at the same time, Kate!" She blenched pitifully. It was hopeless to explain. "Dan honey I can't!" She watched him miserably. "I've given them my word to come back alone." His head bowed.
On the 24th April the Advocate addressed a frank, dignified, and conciliatory letter to the Prince. The rapid progress of calumny against him had at last alarmed even his steadfast soul, and he thought it best to make a last appeal to the justice and to the clear intellect of William the Silent's son.
The cavalry had pushed forward and camped near Sedgewear, who had gone into bivouac on the hill after crossing the Rapidan. During the day our signal corps had read the signals of the enemy, which were that Laws had discovered Silent's movements and was making preparations to meet them. "Silent had ordered Broomfield to move at once and make night marches so as to be up in time.
Our people felt this disaster as much as any during the war. It was used by our enemies everywhere to prove our commander to be a heartless butcher. "About this time an ordnance boat loaded with supplies of ammunition was exploded at or near Silent's headquarters at Sentinel Point. The report alarmed every one for miles around. The earth shook and trembled as if this globe was dissolving.
Is that right, Kate?" He waited an instant and then accepted the silence as an affirmative. "Funny thing about that, too. The place where he come to was Buck Daniels' house. Well, Buck was one of Jim Silent's men, and they say Buck had tried to plug Dan before that.
In all these insane ravings, the demagogue was most ably seconded by the ex-monk. Incessant and unlicensed were the invectives hurled by Peter Dathenus from his pulpit upon William the Silent's head.
Are you too damn good to drink with me? Then drink by yourself, you white-livered coyote!" He dashed the glass of whisky into Dan's face. Half blinded by the stinging liquor, the latter fell back a pace, sputtering, and wiping his eyes. Not a man in the room stirred. The same sick look was on each face. But the red devil broke loose in Silent's heart when he saw Dan cringe.
In all these insane ravings, the demagogue was most ably seconded by the ex-monk. Incessant and unlicensed were the invectives hurled by Peter Dathenus from his pulpit upon William the Silent's head.
"You're right again," he said, not without a touch of vexation in his voice; "but the dog stopped at these tracks. How does he know we are hunting for Silent's crew?" "I dunno," said Dan, "maybe he jest suspects." "They can't have a long start of us," said Calder. "Let's hit the trail. Well get them before night." "No," said Dan, "we won't." "Why won't we?"
Gregg looked at the big man narrowly, and then swung back towards Dan. He knew many things, now. Lee Haines yes, that was the name. One of the crew who followed Jim Silent; and Dan Barry? What a fool he had been not to remember! It was Dan Barry who had gone on the trail of Silent's gang and hounded it to death; Lee Haines alone had been spared.
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