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"When Herr Minter and the redheaded lieutenant reach England, as they will, Minter will send us information as to a big raid we are sure you are planning. After Lieutenant O'Malley and Herr Minter tell your High Command how near collapse Germany is, they will make the raid with everything they have to knock us out of the war." The colonel bent forward.
Priscilla and Mary Chilton as usual were close together, and Desire Minter seated herself beside them saying wearily, "Would I were a man!" "Thou a man my Desirée!" exclaimed Priscilla turning upon her eyes sparkling with fun, although a suspicious red lingered around the lids. "Wouldst woo me for thy wife?"
In the meantime we stood in ranks numb, trembling, and heart-sick. The guards around us crouched over fires, and shielded themselves as best they could with blankets and bits of tent cloth. We had nothing to build fires with, and were not allowed to approach those of the guards. Around us everywhere was the dull, cold, gray, hopeless desolation of the approach of minter.
And I sez, "Whilst you're walkin', dear Josiah, you might meditate on the danger to the govermunt from wimmen's emotional nature, and the patience and long sufferin' of men voters." I said it real tender and good, but he snapped me up real snappish. Sez he, "I shall meditate on what I'm a minter. Come, Tommy," and they went out. And the next day we started for Yokohama.
"Sure. He'd go a hundred miles to have a fight with a gent with a good name for gunplay." "Then hark to me sing, Joe! Send Terry into town to get something for you. I'll drop in ahead of him and find Larrimer, and tell Larrimer that Black Jack's son is around the man that dropped Sheriff Minter. Then I'll bring 'em together and give 'em a running start."
William Minter was purchaser of a house from William Jeppson, in Leyden, in 1614. Another record is of a student at the University of Leyden who lived at the house of John Minter. Hist. Another unmarried woman, who survived the hardships of the first winter, but returned to England and died there, was Humility Cooper.
For the sake of the price on the head of the outlaw, young Minter had shoved his rifle across a window sill, taken his aim, and with no risk to himself had shot down the wild rider. His heart stood up in his throat with revulsion at the thought of it. Murder, horrible, and cold-blooded, the more horrible because it was legal. Something had to be done. What was it?
As Winslow departed, Desire Minter met him on the threshold, and with a hasty reverence asked, "Is the governor within, and can I see him?" "Ay, lass, he is within, and I know not why thou shouldst not see him. Knock and enter."
Don't you remember what Joe Minter did?" "Good Lord!" gasped Vance, apparently just recalling. "He killed Black Jack! And what will Terry do when he finds out?" She grew still whiter, hearing him name her own fear. "They mustn't meet," she said desperately. "Vance, if you're half a man you'll find some way of getting that pompous, windy idiot off the place." "My dear!
We gave you a chance to escape along with your friend Lieutenant O'Malley, and you had to get caught in spite of us." He leaned back and laughed loudly. "Sim Jones was a spy?" Stan shot the question at the colonel. "Sim Jones is no spy, but Herr Egbert Minter is a spy and a very clever one. He fooled you men into thinking he was Jones. You were trapped by a very clever actor, Lieutenant."
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