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I can keep in touch by the wire as I proceed. If I get out of touch then you," with a nod to the vice-chief, "know as well as I how to meet any sudden emergency. Yes, you all know how to act we're so used to working together. The staff will follow as soon as the Galland house is taken. We shall make our headquarters there. I'm free now. I can be my own man for a little while I can be human!"
"The crowds at the capital when they know her part might cheer her more frenziedly than you, general." "No, no please, no!" Marta was hectic in alarm and protest. "Your secret is ours! It's in the family!" the vice-chief hastened to assure her. Where could a secret be safe if not in the keeping of an army staff? "That was almost like teasing!" she exclaimed with a laugh of relief.
We have not passed a single white post yet!" said the vice-chief impatiently. "As the Grays never expected to take the defensive, their fortresses are inferior. Every hour we wait means more time for them to fortify, more time to recover from their demoralization.
"I think we have practically agreed that the two individuals who were invaluable to our cause were Partow and Miss Galland," Lanstron remarked tentatively. He waited for a reply. It was apparent that he was laying a foundation before he went any further. "Certainly!" said the vice-chief. "And you!" put in another officer, which brought a chorus of assent. "No, not I only these two!"
The orders and suggestions on the table seemed to be the product of this lath of a man, the vice-chief, but a lath of steel, not wood, who appeared a runner trained for a race of intellects in the scratch class.
At the word "retreat" Westerling sprang to his feet, his cheeks purple, the veins of his neck and temples sculptured as he took a threatening step toward the group, which fell back before the physical rage of the man, all except the vice-chief, his mouth a thin, ashy line, who held his own. "You cowards!" Westerling thundered. "Retreat when we have five millions to their three!"
Our backs against the wall!" After Lanstron's announcement to the Brown staff of his decision not to cross the frontier, there was a restless movement in the chairs around the table, and the grimaces on most of the faces were those with which a practical man regards a Utopian proposal. The vice-chief was drumming on the table edge and looking steadily at a point in front of his fingers.
"Oh, the murder of it the murder!" he breathed. "But they brought it on! Not for theirs, but for ours!" said the vice-chief of staff, laying his hand on Lanstron's shoulder. "And we sit here while they go in!" Lanstron added. "There's a kind of injustice about that which I can't get over. Not one of us here has been under fire!"
"I am sure that it was cut deliberately and not by her." "The 53d Regiment is going forward in that direction the same regiment that defended the house and it can't go any faster than it is going," the vice-chief continued, rather incoherently. He and the others no less felt the news as a personal blow. Though absent in person, Marta had become in spirit an intimate of their hopes and councils.
"I was going to suggest it, but you seemed so weary that I hadn't the heart," said Lanstron. "Just the thing the mothers, wives, and sweethearts!" declared the vice-chief. "I'm not a bit tired now!" Marta assured them brightly. "I'm fresh for the fight again." "Another thing," added Lanstron, "we ought to have the backing of the corps and division commanders." "Precisely," agreed the vice-chief.
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