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Updated: June 16, 2025
Nor would any man who had once listened to the deep, sullen bass of Swen Brodie have forgotten or have failed now in quick recognition. Brodie's mouth, when he spoke, dripped the vilest of vocabularies that had ever been known in these mountains, very much as old Honeycutt's toothless mouth, ever screwed up in rotary chewing and sucking movements, drooled tobacco juice upon his unclean shirt.
In Coloma!" It was a gasp of astonishment from Gratton. "You said nothing. You brought a message to King here?" "And you escorted me and never guessed!" Gloria taunted him. "Really it seems too bad, after all of your week-end trips to Coloma, after all of your conferences with the estimable Mr. Swen Brodie!" His prominent eyes bulged, written large with consternation.
Then he caught up his rifle, the only other gun besides Brodie's, and came hurrying after them. They went up the cliff in a long file, clawing their way, cursing the steepness, now and then one or another of them fumbling uncertainly, close to a slip and a fall. It was clear that, with the possible exception of Swen Brodie, not a man of them was entirely sober.
Seeing this, Swen, fearing that the trail of blood might betray him, opened his knife and thrust it into the leg of his horse, so that if any one should perceive the blood stains he could assign this as their cause.
Swen, like most young Germans, was deadly afraid of being sent to the Russian front. It might be that he secretly hated the men who bossed him. At the next bench a tall mechanic was working with a part from a Spitfire. Stan moved over to the edge of his bench. "Hand me that wrench," he said to the tall German. The German reached over and handed Stan the wrench.
She went for her pastor and my brother-in-law, a professor in the Lutheran college. When they came Jerome said to them, "Won't you pray like Uncle Swen does?" They had evidently talked about our praying even though they did not write to us. After they had gone his wife had to let my brother out-doors and he ran four blocks without a thread of clothing on until a policeman captured him.
Soon after this, the army growing weary and longing for home, the regent set sail down stream, leaving three hundred men and abundant supplies in the fort, under a knight named Swen. But as contrary winds detained the fleet Sir Matts landed with a strong party of horsemen and made long raids into the country, gathering much booty, with which he returned to the ships.
On that lower, deformed, undershot jaw of Swen Brodie were those monstrous teeth which were his pride, a misshapen double row which he kept clean while his body went unwashed, and between which the man could bend a nail.
It's an old type that's been out of use for four years." The tall German's face got redder. He growled something and moved away. Stan figured he was going to report he had been spotted. "Now, Swen," Stan said, "we're going to be friends, you and I." Swen looked scared. "Heil Hitler," he said. "I am not to be your friend." "You won't get hurt," Stan said softly.
Now if mine had been only Erling you know, Erling the Bold or Wolf, or Swen, or Jarl!" "What is it?" she asked. "Only John," he admitted sadly. "But I don't let 'em call one John. Everybody's got to call me Jack. I've scrapped with a dozen fellows that tried to call me John, or Johnnie wouldn't that make you sick? Johnnie!"
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