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About the time of Philip's death, Major Waldron of Dover had entrapped a party of them by an unworthy stratagem, and after satisfying himself that they were accomplices in that chieftain's scheme, sent them to Boston to be sold into slavery. A terrible retribution was in store for Major Waldron thirteen years later.
Stormed it, as it began to blaze and crumble; stormed it, in search of Flint and Waldron, would-be murderers of the world. Stormed it, only to see Herzog gnash his teeth upon the flask, and fall, and die; only to know that there, within the rock-hewn, steel-lined tanks, below, their enemies had still outwitted them! The swift onrush of the fire drove the victors back. "Out, comrades!
Yes, I may say all that is quite feasible." "Very well, then," snapped Flint. "That's enough for the present. Now, show us your machine at work! Start it Herzog. Let's see what you can do!" The Billionaire's eyes glittered as Herzog laid a hand on a gleaming switch. Even Waldron forgot to smoke. "Gentlemen, observe," said Herzog, as he threw the lever.
"That would be well, Major, if we could do nothing better," said Waldron. "But I do not feel obliged to attack the front seriously at all. The rebels have been thoughtless enough to leave that long semicircle of wooded knolls unoccupied, even by scouts. It stretches from the front of their centre clear around their right flank. I shall use it as a veil to cover us while we get into position.
The soldiers on both sides were veterans, cool, obedient to orders, intelligent through long service, and able to reserve all their resources for a short-range and final struggle. Moreover, the fences as yet partially hid them from each other, and would have rendered all aim for the present vague and uncertain. "Forward, Fifth!" shouted Waldron. "Steady. Reserve your fire."
"You'd never be able to spin, Ray." Raymond laughed. "Everybody's got to spin, it seems," he answered. "Except the lilies," declared Estelle gravely. "'They toil not, neither do they spin, you know." Mr. Waldron regarded his daughter with respect. "Just imagine," he said, "at her age. They've made her a member of the Field Botanists' Club.
Waldron has been here, and I was interrupted." "It is fully fifteen minutes since she left, Nellie. You might have written two or three pages already; and you know that all manner of visitors will be coming in by noon." "I was just thinking over something she told me. I'll write presently." "Mrs. Waldron is a woman who talks about everything and everybody.
"I believe quite possible, but it will mean an operation and probably a slow recovery." "You don't want me to operate, I suppose?" The doctor smiled. "Only as friend and helper. I will do the deed myself." Old Mr. Waldron growled. "Flaunting your good deeds to draw this badger, eh? Well, where do I come in?" "Let me bring the child here. Let her be cared for under your roof.
"It is a battle won," laughed Fitz Hugh, almost worshiping the man whom he had come to slay. "It is a battle won, but not used," answered Waldron. "We haven't a gun yet, nor a flag. Where is the cavalry? Why isn't Stilton here? He must have got afoul of the enemy's horse, and been obliged to beat it off. Can anybody hear anything of Stilton?" "Let him go," roared Old Grumps.
"I do b'lieve we've been out hyear er hun-der-d hours," said Dumps, yawning wearily; and just then Dilsey and Chris came running towards the gate, waving their arms and crying, "Hyear dey come! hyear dey come!" and, sure enough, the great white-covered wagons came slowly down the road, and Major Waldron on Prince, his black horse, riding in advance.
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