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Updated: May 8, 2025
"The trigger's been slipping not working well," the head fellow explained to the master of ceremonies. Back and forth the terrible guillotine knife hissed and whistled until they pronounced its action perfect.... Danton and three of his friends had an errand at the Government that day that took them past the death chamber. A little frightened face amongst the condemned drew his notice.
Old 'Natchez, the gunsmith, tells me one's a tricky weapon ... discharges now and then before the trigger's pressed." "Why that would be murder," Alice spoke aghast. "You must find David's seconds and warn them." "I've tried all afternoon to locate them ... they're hidden ... afraid of arrest."
The African savage is not given to roaming far from his own tract, fearing capture or assassination at the hands of neighbouring tribes, but such confidence had the men of Dagomba that if Omar had plunged into the quicksands they would have followed without comment. When at Trigger's I had often read stories of African adventure.
She was dressed in something resembling a dozen blossoms blossoms which, in Trigger's opinion, had been rather carelessly scattered. But presumably it was a very elegant party costume. She was quite young, certainly not yet twenty. Brule laid a brotherly hand on a powdered shoulder. "Meet Trigger, Nelauk!" Nelauk murmured it was indeed an honor, one she had long looked forward to.
It was soon after we became chums that he had a quarrel with the bully Baynes over the ownership of a catapult. Baynes, who was three years older, heavier built and much taller, threatened to thrash him. This threat was sufficient. Omar at once challenged him, and the fight took place down in the paddock behind a hedge, secure from Trigger's argus eye.
But he was a man who knew that such blessings were not to be expected. After the first feeling of disgust was over on the receipt of Trigger's letter, he put his collar to the work again, and was prepared to draw his purse, intending, of course, that the new candidate should bear as much as possible of this drain.
The plasmoid lay still again. After a minute it was still lying still. "Show's over for the moment, I guess," said the Commissioner. "I'm afraid so," said Professor Mantelish. His big hands went away from Trigger's aching shoulders. "You startled it, Trigger!" he boomed at her accusingly.
Each army and each people to its own ways. Sixty yards! And the dead between the trenches and death lurking ready at a trigger's pull should life show itself! When daylight comes the British sing out their "Good-morning, Germans!" and the Germans answer, "Good-morning, British!" without adding, "We hope to kill some of you to-day!"
The man who held Trigger's wrists shifted his grip up her arms, and turned her a little so that she could sit upright on the seat, faced half away from him. She had got only a glimpse of him as he caught her, but he seemed to be wearing the same kind of commercial spacer's uniform as the group which had hustled her into the car.
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