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And as I have owned the Shirley House for several years, I came to know them well, and I do not think the gossips were far out of the way." "What of Tank's life?" Doctor Carey asked. "I have some personal reasons for asking." Miss Jane looked up quickly. She was a pretty woman, and a keenly intelligent one as well. To Horace Carey, she seemed most charming at that moment.
"I won't bore you with details," Jim began again. "The letter I had from Alice Leigh, Tank's wife, a dozen or more years ago, asked me if I would take the guardianship of her children if they should need a guardian. I knew they would need one, if she were taken from earth, as she had reason to fear then that she might be soon.
He'll never own a quarter again," Smith spoke composedly. "Yes, I guess you're right. You've done him to his ruin. Jacobs has a mortgage on his home, too, and a Jew's a Jew. He'll close on Jim with a snap yet. It won't be the first time he's done it," Darley Champers declared. "And that niece, Tank's girl, he was to protect for Alice Leigh?" Smith asked.
"I was flying pretty low the day we smashed the Boche lines and I saw the way Jumbo snapped those wires as though they were so many threads. That tank's a wonder and no mistake." They were having such a good time and the time flew so rapidly that they were startled when the bugle blew and they were compelled to go to their respective quarters.
Then he was hit, with physical force, by a wave of almost solid heat. It didn't smell like the heat of the tank's engines; it smelled like molten metal, with undertones of burned flesh. Immediately, there was a multiple explosion that threw him flat, as the tank's ammunition went up. There were no screams. It was too fast for that. He opened his eyes.
In dim self-knowledge I saw that the core of my resentment was her treating me with commiseration. Madame de Ferrier had not treated me so. "You live among the Indians?" Madame Tank resumed. The fact was evident. "Have they been kind to you?" I said they had. Madame Tank's young daughter edged near her and inquired in a whisper, "Who is he, mother?" "Hush!" answered Madame Tank.
'Well, well, thin, Misther Jones, I see we'll have to be gettin' along; so I'll wish ye good-morning if ye'll just let us have a cup o' milk each, for 'tis powerful warm this morning, an' I'm thirsty. At this the farmer forgot his manners, in his wrath, and said explosively: 'The milk's all settin', an' the water tank's near empty, so I'll wish ye good-morning, anyhow, mum! And this valiant man moved to the door.
Inside, well protected from the fire of enemy guns by steel plates, are the engines for driving the belts, or caterpillar wheels, as they are called. There is also the steering apparatus, and the guns that fire on the enemy. There are cramped living and sleeping quarters for the tank's crew, more limited than those of a submarine.
Apparently it was undamaged, but it proceeded no further. A moment later, the armored door swung open, and the half-dozen men who composed its crew got out. "Something the matter with the engine," one said in reply to a question by a Canadian officer. Members of the tank's crew secured rifles and joined the advancing infantry. Hal pressed close to Chester.
Immediately, there was a multiple explosion that threw him flat, as the tank's ammunition went up. There were no screams. It was too fast for that. He opened his eyes. The turret and top armor of the tank had vanished. The two massive treads had been toppled over, one to either side. The body had collapsed between them, and it was running sticky trickles of molten metal.
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