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One swift stroke of the boy's sword and the soldier was laid low. At the same instant Chester's sword slipped through his opponent's guard and the latter went to the ground, a deep wound in his side. "Good work!" Chester found time to pant to Hal, and a second later both lads were once more too busy for speech. Now Chester found himself engaged with a foeman worthy of his steel.
Chester's and Lieutenant Anderson's interview with General Brentz was far from being the pleasant few minutes that Hal and Stubbs had experienced. Hal now considered the general a pleasant middle-aged man and a courteous gentleman; Chester looked upon him almost as a barbarian. General Brentz was striding wrathfully up and down his quarters when Chester and Colonel Anderson were taken before him.
None of the speeches were remarkably good; the Bishop of Chester's perhaps the best, though he is but a little man in aspect, not at all filling up one's idea of a bishop, and the rest were on an indistinguishable level, though, being all practised speakers, they were less hum-y and ha-y than English orators ordinarily are.
Groves of live-oak, pecan, magnolia, and orange about large motherly dwellings of the Creole colonial type moved Aline to turn the conversation upon country life in Chester's State, and constrain him to tell of his own past and kindred.
Then, too, as we have seen, despite his good intention of keeping matters hushed as much as possible, Chester's nervous irritability had got the better of him, and he had made damaging admissions to Wilton of the existence of a cause of worriment and perplexity, and this Wilton told without compunction. And then there was another excitement, that set all tongues wagging.
Marching through Culpeper, we crossed the mountains through Chester's Gap and struck out for the ford of the Potomac at Williamsport. I had four times waded the river, but this time, being on horseback, I escaped a wetting by holding my feet high on the saddle.
She's making for him like the arrow to the target." "Or the bullet for the hippopotamus," suggested Macauley under his breath in Chester's ear. He, too, began to reconnoiter. "He's asking her if she saved the first one for him, and she's telling him she did till the last minute. Her card is full now, but he shall have the last half of this next one. Doesn't he look overjoyed?"
"I cannot come, Frederick; tell your mother that I am not well enough for company," he said, so mournfully that the warm heart of the lad was touched. "Are you really ill, father?" he said. The Mayor could not answer. It was the first time that his son had called him father since Chester's burial. The boy was struck by his silence. "Tell me speak to me father, are you ill?"
Chester nodded his head; he did not like to trust his voice just then. "Well," said the generous woman; "in an hour you shall have something more; a cake, perhaps, and a cup of warm milk." The child opened her eyes, and through their humid lashes flashed a gleam that made Mrs. Chester's heart thrill. "Now," she said, rising cheerfully, "we must make up some sort of a nest for the little creature.
I said, in a low tone, that I was the bearer of a letter of some importance from our mutual friend, Lord Dawton, and that I should request the honour of a private interview at Lord Chester's first convenience.
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