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The latter was lying on the ground, gnawing his nails in vexation, when he first heard the farmer's step. Then he saw a dark-visaged man rushing upon him. In the impulse of his terror, he drew his revolver and fired. The ball hissed near, but did no harm, and before Ferguson could use the weapon again, a blow from the whipstock paralyzed his arm and the pistol dropped to the ground.
She saw Harve Tatum, the elder brother, set the wheel chock and wrap the lines about the sheathed whipstock, and then as he swung off the seat catch a boot heel on the rim of the wagon box and fall to the road with a jar which knocked him cold, for he was a gross and heavy man and struck squarely on his head.
They had come to where Freeland Street terminates in the Lake Road, which follows the border of the lake to the north and winds around the foot of it to the south and west. "Why!" exclaimed Miss Clara, "there comes David. I haven't seen him this summer." They halted and David drew up, winding the reins about the whipstock and pulling off his buckskin glove. "How do you do, Mr.
"Are you afraid to go with me a little way and show me just where he is?" he asked. "No, but you oughtn' ter go." "Come on, then! You must mind me if you wish to keep my good will. I know what I'm about." As in his former encounter, his weapon was again a long, tough whipstock with a leather thong attached. This he cut off and put in his pocket, then followed Jane's rapid lead up the hill.
Jaroth's horses managed to trample the drifts into something like a hubbly path for the broad sled-runners to slip oven They went on, almost always mounting a grade, for four hours before they came to a human habitation. The driver pointed his whipstock to a black speck before them and higher up the hill which was sharply defined against the background of pure white.
Before emerging from it, the rattling of wheels approached behind us, and a stage-coach rumbled out of the mountain, with seats on top and trunks behind, and a smart driver, in a drab greatcoat, touching the wheel horses with the whipstock and reining in the leaders.
He swayed and staggered over the rough declivity to the road. It required a superhuman effort to heave the pack into the stage. The strap with which he had hitched the horses had turned into iron. At last it was untied. He clambered up to the enormous height of the driver's seat, unwrapped the reins from the whipstock, and the team started forward.
Octavius helped her out, and holding the reins in one hand, with the other supported her to the steps; her knees gave beneath her. "Oh, where is he to-night what shall I do! Think for me, Tave, act for me, or I shall go mad " Octavius leaned to the carriage and threw the reins around the whipstock. "Aurora," he grasped her firmly by the arm, "give me the key."
After alternately sinking his hook, and then drawing it to the surface, for two or three throws, the line suddenly straightened, moved slowly backward at first, then swept rapidly round and round, or darted off in sharp short angles, with downward and forward plunges so quick and powerful as to make the stout sapling pole sway and bend, like a whipstock, in the steadying hands of the hunter.
The squire spoke of the need of rain. Instantly he regretted it, for the other man, who was by way of being a weather wiseacre, cocked his head aloft to study the sky for any signs of clouds. "Wonder whut all them buzzards are doin' yonder, squire," he said, pointing upward with his whipstock. "Whut buzzards where?" asked the squire with an elaborate note of carelessness in his voice.
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