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Only four of them are really certainties for their places, Monk, Danvers, Waterford, and Saunders. The rest are simply tail. Reece nodded again. 'Great minds think alike. Exactly what I told them, only they wouldn't listen. 'Well, whom do you suggest instead of them? Some of the kids are jolly keen and all that, but they wouldn't be much good against Baynes and Lorimer, for instance.
The man he aimed at staggered, and came down in a sitting position, seizing his right leg, which was broken, with both hands. "An outer!" cried Captain Reece, who had his field-glass directed on the spot. "A miss," he said presently, as another man fired at an Arab darting from a distant to a nearer bit of cover. "Don't shoot at them running."
'It'll make it safer. The idea took the Mob's fancy. The round-robin was drawn up and signed. 'Now, if we could only get Reece, suggested Danvers. 'It's no good asking Marriott, but Reece might sign. 'Let's have a shot at any rate, said Monk. And a deputation, consisting of Danvers, Waterford, and Monk, duly waited upon Reece in his study, and broached the project to him.
This might have discouraged some people, but Nature had equipped Monk with a tough skin, which hints never pierced. He dropped into a chair, crossed his legs, and coughed. Danvers and Waterford leaned in picturesque attitudes against the door and mantelpiece. There was a silence for a minute, during which Reece continued to write unmoved. 'Take a seat, Monk, he said at last, without looking up.
The party was in almost as soon as you left. Perhaps," suggested the friar, taking a crafty revenge for much insolence, "nobody would mention it to you on account of Monsieur Zhone's sister." The violin bow sunk on the strings with a squeak. "What sister?" "The only sister of Monsieur Reece Zhone, Mademoiselle Zhone, from Wales. She came to Kaskaskia with the party from Post Vincennes." On Dr.
The beggars are blazing away from every crevice about them." Strachan wisely asked no questions, but watched and followed. The Arabs had evidently gathered in considerable numbers about the pile of boulders among which the gun-cotton mine was buried. Reece had forbidden any one to molest them from the balcony, not wishing to drive them away.
Have a biscuit? Have two. Have a good many. Reece helped himself, and gave them a brief description of the late interview. 'I'm not surprised, said Gethryn, 'I thought Monk would be getting at me somehow soon. I shall have to slay that chap someday. What ought I to do, do you think? 'My dear chap, said Marriott, 'there's only one thing you can do.
The enemy were now more cautious, and not more than half a dozen shots were got in the next hour, but most of them told. During that time the Arabs indulged in no more continued storms of fire; only Captain Reece drew occasional volleys, mostly from a considerable distance, as he stood fully exposed, reconnoitring the position.
But it is to be feared that it seemed so to him. The moon rose, and gloomy thoughts were lightened. There was no enemy in sight, and talk began to circulate amongst the men. Captain Reece, for his part, was inclined to forget everything else in his delight at having given the enemy the slip.
The Bishop laughed, and threw the note over to Reece. 'Recognize it? Reece examined the paper. 'It's a fair copy. The one Monk showed me was rather smudged. I suppose they thought you might be hurt if you got an inky round-robin. Considerate chap, Monk. 'Let's have a look, said Marriott. 'By Jove. I say, listen to this bit. Like Macaulay, isn't it? He read extracts from the ultimatum.
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