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A piteous, heart-rending shriek left her lips as he raised her clear of the ground and started toward the dense shadows across the road. Her terror-stricken face was turned to the light; her cries for mercy were directed to the brute's companions. They did not respond, but another did. A hoarse, inarticulate cry of rage burst from Deppingham's lips.
At first, and excusably, I had supposed the brute's behaviour to express aversion; until, observing that he waited for the conclusion of a piece before butting at Mr. Badcock's stomach, I discovered this to be his rough-and-ready method of demanding an encore. "The commandant proved to be a virtuoso.
Tears of fear and pain ran down Yan's face as he limped about to obey the brute's orders. "Here, you move a little faster!" and the tramp turned from poking the fire with the bow to give another sounding blow. If he had looked down the trail he would have seen a small tow-topped figure that turned and scurried away at the sound.
Then of herself what would best become her modesty; her sense of honour? Could it be well that she should sacrifice the happiness of two persons to a theoretic love of pure blood? So she had argued within herself; not now, sitting on the donkey, with Frank's hand before her on the tame brute's neck; but on other former occasions as she had ridden along demurely among those trees.
The bulky, good-natured, ignorant lion who has only one honest way of defending himself, namely with tooth and claw, is no match for the jumping two-legged little rascal who hides himself behind a bush and fires a gun aimed direct at the bigger brute's heart.
"An answer that begins by quibbling is not propitious. She opposes it." "For this reason: you have not forgotten the bronze butterfly?" "I see more clearly," said Laura, with a start. "There appears to be no cure for the brute's mad suspicion of her," Carlo pursued: "and he is powerful among the Milanese.
"I was thinking of that myself," Dick admitted. "You must be tired, anyway," Dave hinted. "You whipped Miller all right, but he was a tiring brute, and I'll wager that you're both sore and exhausted." "I'll plead guilty to a little bit of both," Dick Prescott assented, laughing at the recollection of Miller at the time when that brute's second eye was closed.
With one blow of his trunk he would break the ruffian's back and end the affray! It were good even, if one knew how, to loose the wicked-looking horns: the brute's struggles to free them were more dangerous far than could be the horns themselves! While he hesitated, Clare came running up, with Abdiel at his heels ready as any hornet to fly at bull or elephant, let his master only speak the word.
Now it became evident that the leading horse could barely stagger another fifty yards, notwithstanding the inhuman efforts of the cocchiere to make the most of the poor brute's failing energies. At last the animal stumbled and fell, nearly pulling the driver off his perch. It was sad, but he had more than earned his price, for Palermo lay far behind.
"Garman, who's the man Ramos spoke of?" "Let go, you fool! The brute's a striker." Payne dodged the flash of the animal's forehoofs, but caught a bridle rein. "Who is he, Garman?" "A fool trespassing. Just business." "Not Higgins or any of my men?" "No, nobody you know. Look out!" The horse lunged forward. Payne stepped aside. Garman was gone, like a hunter in sight of his quarry.
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