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He took down his rifle, and looked inquiringly at Doctor Barnes. "Have you got an extra gun?" asked the latter. Jensen nodded, finding the spare piece near at hand. Very little more was said. They all walked out into the morning, when the red ball of the sun was coming up above the misty valley. "Go on ahead in the car," said Wid. "I'll bring my horse." They met at Sim Gage's half-burned home.
Cornelys Jensen was the instigator of the massacre, the bloodiest actor in the bloody work. Here was indeed amazing tidings, and we cried to know more, but the men had no more to tell.
It is supposed that Nelse Jensen, one of the six men at the dinner-table, is courting Signa, though he has been so careful not to commit himself that no one in the house, least of all Signa, can tell just how far the matter has progressed.
"It is the breadth of his loins," he said, "that sends him over his jumps. I never saw anything so fine as when he passed the other horses, taking his leaps like nothing; and how he came in with a grand stride, by the winning post!" "As you breed horses, Herr Jensen," said Hardy, "you should import an English mare of Buffalo's stamp; it would enormously improve your breeding stud.
When Cornelys Jensen saw this he did his best to prevent them, and though some of them were too sullen to obey him, he did at last contrive with threats and oaths to keep such of the sailors as were still sober away from the liquor.
None of these were hurt when Jensen and his fellow-fiends made their attack none of them, unhappily for themselves, were killed. My cheeks blazed with shame and wrath as I listened to what the parson had to say, and if Jensen had been before me I would have been rejoiced to pistol him with my own hand. The women were parcelled out among the men as the best part of their booty.
But it is well sometimes to treat a fool according to his folly, and so, if you are really determined upon this adventure He paused, and looked again at the Captain and again at Cornelys Jensen. Cornelys Jensen remained perfectly unmoved. The Captain's face grew a shade redder. 'I am, he said shortly. 'Very well, then, said the old gentleman; 'as you are my brother, I must needs humour you.
While I watched him working, and while I worked with him, my head which still ached sorely after my tumble was troubled, besides its own pain, with the pain of groping after a recollection. I knew that there was something in my mind which concerned Cornelys Jensen, something which I wanted to recall, something which I ought to recall, something which I could not for the life of me recall.
He was driven from the corner in which he had taken refuge, by hearing some one behind him say, in an angry whisper: "I call it positively horrid of her to come." It was Susie Fay who spoke; through some oversight, she had not been asked to dance. Moving slowly along, behind the couples that began a schottische, he felt a tap on his arm, and, looking round, saw Miss Jensen.
Miss Jensen she preferred the English pronunciation of the J was a large, fleshy woman, with a curled fringe and prominent eyes. Her future stage-presence was the object of general admiration; it was whispered that she aimed at Isolde.
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