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The eagle, quick of eye but quiet of demeanour, was perched upon his stand; the otter lay under the table, perfectly harmless; the Angora goat, a beautiful and remarkably little creature of its kind, with long, curling, silky hair, was walking about the room with the air of a beauty and a favourite; the dog, a tall Irish greyhound one of the few of that fine race, which is now almost extinct had been given to Count O'Halloran by an Irish nobleman, a relation of Lady Dashfort's.
No, not Sir James Brooke; but one he was almost as glad to see Count O'Halloran! "My dear count! the greater pleasure for being unexpected." "I came to London but yesterday," said the count; "but I could not be here a day, without doing myself the honour of paying my respects to Lord Colambre." "You do me not only honour, but pleasure, my dear count.
"It's right enough," I interposed. "Could n't be better. Now, Mary, I'll keep this paper, and show it to you again when you're a great scholar and a great poetess. See if I don't." The entrance of Mrs. O'Halloran cut short this nonsense; and Rory went out to milk the goats, accompanied, of course, by Mary.
She neither stirred nor looked up when Mrs. O'Halloran entered the room. "Molly," she said, "I heard some men talking in the hall. I wish they wouldn't make so much noise." Mrs. O'Halloran cleared her throat and coughed. Lady Devereux looked up. "Oh," she said, "it's not Molly. It's you, Mrs. O'Halloran. Then I suppose it must be plumbers." The inference was a natural one. Mrs.
"But, captain the ladies," cried Major O'Halloran excitedly. "Well, sir, they will behave like English ladies should," said the captain loudly. "My wife will have charge of them, and they will be ready to go down to the boats slowly and in order. Mark, my boy, go to your mother's side and help her in every way you can."
They may not be coming back that way; and if they do, we must hope and pray that they will be keeping a sharp look-out." "But they may come right back to the camp and find the Malays in possession." "If they are in possession," said Mrs O'Halloran, "it would be impossible for you to get along by them to give our party warning."
Suddenly the crash of a rifled cannon saluted the rising sun; a shell soared skyward through the misty glory, towered, curved, and fell, exploding among the cavalrymen, completely ruining the breakfasts of chief-trumpeter O'Halloran and kettle-drummer Pillsbury. For a moment a geyser of ashes, coffee, and bacon rained among the men.
Bob had, long before this, gone down to the works by the sea face where considerable bodies of troops were lying, in the bombproof casemates, in readiness for action if called upon and from time to time he went out with Captain O'Halloran, and other officers, to see how matters were going on.
One of them was Juan Valdez and another one of the mule-skinners. Simultaneously with their entrance rang out a most disconcerting fusillade of small arms in the darkness without. Megales' military band, as O'Halloran had facetiously dubbed them to the ranger, arrived at the impression that there were about a thousand insurgents encompassing the train.
"To my private office," he ordered briskly. "Come, general, there is still a chance." O'Halloran failed to see it, but he joined the little group that hurried to the private office. Megales dragged his desk from the corner where it set and touched a spring that opened a panel in the wall.
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