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José, his left arm helpless, but his deadly right hand still gripping his knife, hurled himself on Julio, who had seized a machete from somewhere. Knowlton slammed a bullet between the eyes of the foremost boga, who pitched headlong. He swung the muzzle to the other man's chest yanked at the trigger got no response. The gun was jammed.
Knowlton asked. "No." "Why not?" he asked quickly. "I did not think it was a good time, last night or this morning." "Does she not like me?" "I think she wants to put some one else in your place, Evan." "Who?" he asked instantly. "Nobody you need fear," said Diana, laughing. "Nobody I like." "Is there anybody you do like?" "Plenty of people that I like a little." "How much do you like me, Diana?"
Soon after his arrival, Lieutenant Colonel Knowlton of Connecticut, who, at the head of a corps of rangers, had been skirmishing with this party, came in, and stated their numbers on conjecture at about three hundred men; the main body being concealed in a wood.
They say he was in the battle of Harlem Lane, and beat the rally for our troops when Knowlton fell. The Vly boys are great friends with him." "But, I thought you were at daggers drawn with the boys of the Vly Market, Peter? Surely, you told me blood-curdling tales of the fights between them and you Broadway boys?"
Best way to get a wild dog is to shoot him, and he isn't much good dead. Or would this one be worth something dead?" A swift sidelong glance accompanied the question. "Not a cent!" snapped McKay. "And perhaps he'd be worth nothing alive," added Knowlton. "But we have a healthy curiosity to look him over. Guess the Red Bone country would be the likeliest place. How far is it from here?"
But when he reached it he found nothing behind it. If anything had been there it now was gone, and the vacant shadows beyond were as inscrutable as ever. Feet padded behind him and Tim and Knowlton halted on either side. A moment of silent searching, and Tim broke into reproach. "Cap, don't never do that again! If ye take a tumble in my line o' fire, for the love o' Mike stay down till I shoot!
"Must see more of him," said Knowlton. "You like him, then, Miss Starling?" Diana did like him, and it was quite her way to say what she thought; yet she did not say it. She had an undefined, shadowy impression that the hearing would not be grateful to her companion. Her reply was a very inconclusive remark, that she had not seen much of Mr. Masters; and an inquiry where Mr.
Twenty-four hours and it was one hundred miles away, and Robert Walden of Rumford with bullet-pouch, powder-horn, and musket was on his way, as were Colonel John Stark, Captain Daniel Moore of Derryfield, and hundreds of others in New Hampshire, Israel Putnam, Thomas Knowlton of Connecticut, and their fellow-citizens, all animated by one thought, to resist the armed aggressions of the myrmidons of the king.
Shocked at the carnage, and seeing the confusion of his troops, General Pigot was urged to give the word for a retreat. In the mean while, General Howe, with the right wing, advanced along Mystic River toward the fence where Stark, Read and Knowlton were stationed, thinking to carry this slight breastwork with ease, and so get in the rear of the fortress.
In the meantime I know not what excuses to make for the trouble I have put you to already, of which I grow to be ashamed; and I should much more be so if I did not know you to be as good as you are fair. In both which regards I have a great honour to be esteemed, "My good sister, "Your faithful brother and servant, "KNOWLTON, Sept. 22, 1653." On the other side of Sir T. Peyton's Letter.
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