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Men and officers shared the same fate; some were seen for a time struggling between the beach and the ship, but the cruel seas as they rushed back, carried them off, and hurled them among the dark rocks, where life was speedily crushed and washed out of them. Ronald, Glover, and Twigg, as directed, had instantly the ship struck, hurried below to release their countrymen.
"Pray ask them," exclaimed Ellen. "She is a dear, nice girl; and if she is fond of riding, she will be ready to accompany me." "The sooner, then, we start the better," said Mr Ferris, "or business of some sort may prevent us, and we must not prolong our stay here." "Then I propose we start to-morrow morning," said Mr Twigg.
After a bit I dropped my eyes; I tried not to, but they got to blinking. "No," said Twigg. "If you don't mind I'll walk back to the station and telegraph for my trunk." "Sit still," said dad, "and I'll get the cart around. Or you can write your message and I'll have Forbes send it." "Thanks," said Twigg, "I'd like the walk." He turned to me. "Want to go along?" I grinned at him.
But Tom Twigg, who had been with the major at headquarters, explained to Jack that the army was divided into three bodies of about ten thousand men each, and that Tyler's column, of which the Caribees were the advance, were the extreme northern body; that they were now at Vienna, far north of Manassas, where Schenck had been beset a month before in his never-enough-ridiculed reconnaissance by train; that in the morning they were to push on to Fairfax Court-House and thence to Centreville, where the army was to come together for the blow at the rebels.
"I say, Ben, our skipper and First-Lieutenant are licking their lips at the thoughts of the prize we shall pick up before the day is many hours older," observed my friend Tom Twigg, the midshipman who steered the boat which brought us on board; he had ever since then marked me as an object of his especial favour.
But just then I heard a crashing in the brush on the left and looked back and there was Twigg and Sultan trotting through the woods toward the road. He'd cut the corner on me! I made believe I didn't see him, and pretty soon he rode up to the stone wall and jumped Sultan over into the road almost beside me. "Well," he said, smiling, "you gave me quite a run!"
I was going over to Harrisbridge to see Nate Golden, but I didn't want to tell Twigg because he was so cranky; always trying to keep me at home. It was Sunday morning, and kind of cloudy and sultry. When I got to the road I turned Nell to the right before I remembered that I'd be in sight of the house for a quarter of a mile.
Well, I didn't want to see him. So I went in the kitchen way and up the back stairs to my room. When I opened the door there was Twigg, sitting in the rocker with the books all spread out on the center table. "Hello," he said. "I'm making myself at home, you see. We're a bit late with lessons, Raymond, so I thought we might have them up here; then we won't interfere with your father's writing."
"No," answered Mr Ferris. "Den I tell you I Cudjoe. Some inside de house know me, and know dat I no fool. Listen den. We go away and leave Massa Twigg he good man and all de people alone on one 'dition, dat you gib up the oberseer and let us hab him to do wid him as we like. Dat is our 'dition; 'cept it and you safe.
"Where Massa Twigg?" exclaimed the old man. "I tank Heaven I meet you so soon." "He is close behind," answered Major Malcolm. "I trust that you are not the bearer of bad news?"
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