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The Indians found him, and made him a pris-on-er. They asked him where his friends were. Stark did not wish his friends to be taken. So he pointed the wrong way. He took the Indians a long way from the other young men. But John Stark's friends did not know that he was a pris-on-er. When he did not come back, they thought that he had lost his way.
He had been in his quarters all day, fighting a fight with himself, and in the late evening, rebelling against his cramped conditions and the war with his conscience, he had sallied out, and, drawn by the crowd in Stark's place, had entered.
His importunity with General Ward had secured the detail of the whole of Reed's, as well as the balance of Stark's, regiment, so that the entire left was protected by New Hampshire troops. With all their energy they were able to gather from the shore only stone enough for partial cover, while they lay down, or kneeled, to fire.
When Stark's new place opened it offered him another retreat of which he availed himself for some time. But late in the evening he reappeared at Old Man Gale's store, walking a bit unsteadily, and as he mounted the flight of logs to the door he stepped once too often. "What's become of that fourth step?" he demanded, sharply, of Poleon. "Dere she is," said the Frenchman. "I'm damned if it is.
Many an editorial that surprised and pleased Colonel Cowles was born in that square room back of Stark's. And all these things took time ... took time.... And there were nights when Queed woke wide-eyed with cold sweat on his brow and the cold fear in his heart that he and posterity were being cheated, that he was making an irretrievable and ghastly blunder.
At intervals an unholy impulse almost drove him to Stark's cabin to finish the work Gale had begun, to do it coldly as a matter of justice, for was he not the one who had put Necia into the hands of that ruffian? Greeting Lee mechanically, he said to Gale: "I can't wait much longer," and sank wearily into a seat.
Do you go to market, Miss Chrissy? or what on earth takes you out in the town before the shutters are down?" pointing with his sheathed sword to a closed shop. Chrissy was taken aback, and there was something slightly hysterical in her laugh, but she answered frankly enough, "I go to Dr. Stark's, Mr. Spottiswoode. Dr. Stark attends my mother, and is at Blackfaulds every day.
Stark took hold of her; roughly enough, I thought; but she was past Mrs. Stark's management, and spoke to me, in a kind of wild warning and authority. 'Hester! keep her from that child! It will lure her to her death! That evil child! Tell her it is a wicked, naughty child. Then, Mrs.
But one morning there was a great commotion over the discovery that a mouse had been in Grandmother Van Stark's room. "This is a chance for Johnny Bear to make a reputation as a mouser," said grandmother. "We will take him up-stairs to-night and he shall have a chance to catch that mouse." "O grandmother, I'm sure he will," said Ethelwyn, earnestly; so she talked to him that afternoon about it.
Mayor Eyre, shortly afterwards, sent for James, who gave him the opinion of the scout, and the major then ordered the troops to get under shelter again, leaving Stark's men to act as sentries, for the night was bitterly cold. It was not until ten o'clock next day that the French appeared, and, surrounding the fort on all sides, except on that of the lake, opened heavy musketry fire upon it.
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