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Updated: June 27, 2025
"If I tried to git back home the Provos 'll ketch me. If I go the other way the rebel's ketch me. I'm betwixt the devil and the deep sea." She sat and smoked for several minutes in semblance of deep thought, and spat with careful aim at one after another of the prominent weeds around.
With his other hand he reached up for the rebel's throat. Sinclair grabbed his wrist and, locked together, they rolled around on the deck. Sinclair continued to fire the ray gun and Tom's fingers were burning with pain from the heat. Suddenly the cadet let go the gun, spun around, and jerked Sinclair off balance. He swung his free hand as hard as he could into the rebel's stomach.
I heard that you had been taken prisoner. I am most happy to see that you have escaped." This was rather more than the major had been expecting, and he suddenly found himself placed in a most awkward position. But his presence of mind never forsook him; and, accepting the rebel's proffered hand, he shook it with apparent cordiality, and replied: "Thank you, sir.
Busy as Si had been, he had kept constantly in mind the possibility of Gabe's attempting some mischief, and did not let himself lose sight of the rebel's gun. He quickly rose, and with a few strides, placed himself between Gabe and his gun. "Where are you goin'?" he said sternly. "I'm a-gwine away," replied the man, in terror-stricken accents. "I'm a-gwine away mouty quick.
Both guns came down at the same instant, each man grasped his muzzle with his left hand, and reached for his cartridge-box, awaiting the next order. "Handle cartridges." "Tear cartridges." "Charge cartridges," repeated Si slowly and distinctly. The rebel's second nodded approval of his knowledge of the drill, and sang out: "Good soldiers, all of yo'uns." "Draw rammer," continued Si,
You love to lean on the freestone slab which lies over the bones of the Mathers, to read the epitaph of stout William Clark, "Despiser of Sorry Persons and little Actions," to stand by the stone grave of sturdy Daniel Malcolm and look upon the splintered slab that tells the old rebel's story, to kneel by the triple stone that says how the three Worthylakes, father, mother, and young daughter, died on the same day and lie buried there; a mystery; the subject of a moving ballad, by the late BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, as may be seen in his autobiography, which will explain the secret of the triple gravestone; though the old philosopher has made a mistake, unless the stone is wrong.
'Pardon me, Excellenz, said I, 'my presence here is the best proof of my sincerity. 'That, said he sharply, 'is what every rascal might plead when caught with a rebel's pass in his pocket. 'Well, well, he said pacifically, 'you may go about your business. But SEHEN SIE, young man, take my advice, don't satisfy your curiosity at the cost of a broken head.
"Do you surrender?" he asked, releasing his hold of the rebel's throat. "Yes," replied Stiles, faintly. "Don't shoot, Yank!" "You shall not be harmed if you behave yourself. Have you any weapons?" "No! They are all in the shanty!" Frank, after searching the rebel's pockets and satisfying himself of the truth of this statement, continued: "Get up!
Even in those early days, when he was scarcely known, and that favorably rather than otherwise, he had imagined himself the pet aversion of the comfortable classes. Knowing the rôle he purposed to play, his dramatic self-consciousness had reaped in anticipation the rebel's reward. And now, though he was nearer detestation than before, there was still no Party of revolt for him to lead.
I got a glimpse of my rebel's, face as I went by him, and he didn't look much more like a fighting man than I did, but he was, for as soon as I had got ahead of him he drew a revolver and began firing at me on the run. I thought that was a mean trick, and spoke to him about it afterwards, but he said he only wanted me to stop so he could get acquainted with me.
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