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Brown very quietly laid one hand on Stent’s arm. "A geier, perhaps," suggested Siurd, his eye glued to his spyglass. "No ibex?" asked Stent in a voice a little forced. "Noch nicht, mon ami. Tiens! A gemsbok high on the third peak feeding." "Accorded," grunted the Herr Professor after an interval of search; and he closed his spyglass and placed his rifle on the moss.
For God has willed this German ’Day’!" "Enough," said Siurd Von Glahn, still laughing, but turning very red. "What a terrible memory you have, Harry! For heaven’s sake spare my modesty such accurate reminiscences." "I thought it fine poetry then," insisted Stent with a forced smile. But his voice had subtly altered.
Stent laughed outright: "How funny to think of it now and to think of Rosa!... And you, Siurd, do you forget that you also composed a most wonderful war-poem to the metre of ’Fly, Eagle, Fly!’ Do you remember how it began? "Slay, Eagle, Slay! They die who dare decry us! Red dawns ’The Day.’ The western cliffs defy us! Turn their grey flood To seas of blood! And, as they flee, Slay, Eagle! Slay!
He then sent news of his achievement to his friend; and an interview became necessary, to which James Stephen repaired about as cheerfully, he says, as he would have gone to Tyburn tree. He had to confess that he had broken off the engagement to his friend's sister because he had transferred his affections to his friend's mistress. Stent must have been a magnanimous man.
He knew, and Brown knew, that these Germans must be taken back as prisoners; that, suspicious or not, they could not be permitted to depart again with a story of having met an American and a Canadian after ibex among the Carnic Alps. These two Germans were already their prisoners; but there was no hurry about telling them so. "How do you happen to be here, Siurd?" asked Stent, frankly curious.
And there are dad and Stent riding in line with that outpost pine ho-paiee! Mount, my cavalier. And" in a lower voice "perhaps you also may hear that voice in the wilderness which cried once to the unwise." As they rode girth-high through the grass the first enchanting glade opened before them, flanked by palmettos and pines.
The time that the farm-boy gets for his own is usually at the end of a stent. We used to be given a certain piece of corn to hoe, or a certain quantity of corn to husk in so many days. If we finished the task before the time set, we had the remainder to ourselves. In my day it used to take very sharp work to gain anything, but we were always anxious to take the chance.
When I was a boy, I supposed there was some connection between such and such an amount of work done on the farm and our national freedom. I doubted if there could be any Fourth of July if my stent was not done. I, at least, worked for my Independence.
"Struck by lightning," said Gray; "the buzzards will get him." And he drew a folding butterfly net from his saddle boot, affixed ring and gauze bag, and cantered forward briskly in the wake of a great velvety black butterfly which was sailing under the live-oaks above his head. His father, wishing to talk to Eudo Stent, rode ahead with the guide, leaving Shiela and Hamil to follow.
Then watching wistfully, she saw the darkness come, and knew next day would bring him; but the next day it was the same. One placid afternoon, a quick thought assailed her, and stained her cheek with crimson. She laid down the sheet which was her "stent" of over-edge, and ran with flying feet to the little house.
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