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It was very clear that he would do even as he said. At the same time Aylward raised his bulky form from the deck, leaned for a moment against the bulwarks, and then tottered aft to his master's side. "Here is one that will go with you," said he, "or he would never dare show his face to the girls of Tilford again.
"Where is Leftenant Lyon?" demanded he of Corporal Tilford, as the latter rode up to him to give him information in regard to the officer in command of the platoon. "I am sorry to say we left him in the enemy's camp," replied the corporal. "Left him there!" exclaimed Life, with something like horror in his expression. "Was he wounded?" "Worse than that, I am afraid," answered his informant.
And you it will be a blessed day for you, since I have held you back from that world into which your brave spirit longs to plunge." "Nay, nay, I have been happy here with you at Tilford." "We are very poor, Nigel. I do not know where we may find the money to fit you for the wars. Yet we have good friends.
T'other is over with our men, and he's a Union man." "Where is Lieutenant Lyon?" "I left him over by the baggage-wagons, lookin' out for the wounded. We shall git there in a minute or two." "What are those men on our left, in the field?" asked the captain as they came to a point where the prisoners could be seen, still in charge of Corporal Tilford.
"Nay," said Nigel, "we will wait till you can back a horse ere we talk of racing it. I am Nigel of Tilford, of the family of Loring, a squire by rank and the son of a knight. How are you called, young sir?" "I also am a squire by rank and the son of a knight.
John Haygarth, late vicar of Tilford Haven, Kent, died lately, without a will, or relation to claim his property, 100,000 pounds. The Crown therefore claimed it. And last court-day the Prerogative Court of Canterbury decreed letters of Administration to Mr. Paul, the nominee of the Crown." Some months after this an advertisement had been inserted in the Times newspaper to the following effect:
Having attended to this duty, the orderly sergeant was sent to the field to ascertain the condition of the prisoners in charge of Corporal Tilford. They still sat upon their horses, with the right hand made fast at the crupper-strap, and doubtless were anxiously awaiting the result of the skirmish in the road.
"Sir George would have said that he had come for me alone. Indeed you are but a poor courtier beside him. But is it true, Nigel, that you go to France?" "Yes, Edith." "It was so rumored after the King had been to Tilford. The story goes that the King goes to France and you in his train. Is that true?" "Yes, Edith, it is true." "Tell me, then, to what part you go, and when?" "That, alas!
"He is indeed a soldier and a good one," Chandos answered, laughing, "and I warrant he has slept in rougher quarters than Tilford Manor-house." "I have few friends, fair sir," said Nigel, with a puzzled face. "I pray you give me this gentleman's name." "His name is Edward." "Sir Edward Mortimer of Kent, perchance, or is it Sir Edward Brocas of whom the Lady Ermyntrude talks?"
Tom Cheever was a tall youth, continually feeling of his upper lip as if to see if his mustache had arrived; Dan Tilford had a narrow face, pallid from much cigarette smoking, and an eye that never seemed fixed on any object he gazed at; Harry Atkins was a handsome fellow of eighteen, who seemed of quieter temperament than the others.
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