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Hayne had already talked over their prospective visit with Major Waldron, and the latter had told his wife; but all intercourse of a friendly character was at an end between them and the Rayners and Buxtons; there were no more gossipy chats among the ladies. Indeed, it so happened that only to one or two people had Mrs. Waldron had time to mention that Mr.
Aunt Polly Waldron was a match for her husband; and while she was an actual woman in chaste and single heart, in motherly loves, in the tenderest sympathies and most unselfish feelings, she was a large, square-shouldered and hard-handed woman; she could split oven-wood, hunt bees, skin deer, and hoe corn; and she loved to tell "how she shot a tory in the Revolution, who came while Moses was away in the wars, and fired their barn, and took her best feather-bed out door and ripped it, and scattered the feathers to the sky: how the tory whooped and keeled as she dropped him, and how three other tories and an Indian legged it like Jehu away."
"In case of need I shall spare no one," declared Waldron. Then he took out his watch, looked at it impatiently, put it to his ear, restored it to his pocket, and felt into an attitude of deep attention. Evidently his whole mind was on his battle, and he was waiting, watching, yearning for its outburst. "If he wins this fight," thought Fitz Hugh, "how can I do him a harm?
If he blamed Waldron, he made no statement of that fact. A man himself, and one who viewed man's weaknesses and woman's foibles with a cynic eye, he could judge motives and weigh actions with considerable skill.
Colburn rode back to his regiment. Waldron looked impatiently at his watch. At that moment a fierce burst of line firing arose in front, followed and almost overborne by a long-drawn yell, the scream of charging men. Waldron put up his watch, glanced excitedly at Fitz Hugh, and smiled. "I must forgive or forget," the latter could not help saying to himself.
"We're alone?" he asked. "Nothin' in sight." "Look sharp." They peered about them through the night, and a wan moon only helped to make the darkness visible. "Gents, we may be alone now, but we ain't goin' to be alone long. Get your bosses and ride like hell. Barry is in town!" "Vic, you're drunk." "I tell you, he's been seen " "Then by God," growled Sliver Waldron, "lead me to him.
Far below a sudden crumbling shudder of masonry told the Billionaire not a moment was to be lost, for already one wing of the Administration Building was swaying to its fall. "Quick, Waldron! Quick!" he shouted, in the shrill treble of senility, and ran into the corridor that led to the north wing.
You two must reach the top of the ridge. Only, look out for your left flank. Keep a squadron or two in reserve on that side." "Currnel, if we don't raich the top of the hill, it'll be because it hasn't got wan," answered Gahogan. Stilton only laughed and rode forward. Waldron now returned toward the fork of the road.
Then came he to the fire and stood there, arms crossed, frowning down at the flame. "Greeting to thee, Waldron of Brand!" Swift turned Walkyn, his gloomy scowl relaxed at Beltane's voice, and stooping, he took and kissed my Beltane's hand. "Whence come ye, Walkyn?" "From going to and fro among the dead, seeking Pertolepe, master.
Waldron, his heart leaping as though it would burst his ribs, raised a fist to strike down his insulter; then, with drunken indecision, joined in the maniacal laughter of the staggering old man. In their ears a strange, wild humming now became audible. Lights danced before their eyes; their senses reeled, and violent, extravagant ideas surged through their drunken brains. "Ha! Ha!
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