Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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"'T would n't be right to take the ordering away from Zerubbabel just when there 's a chance for fighting, after he's done the work all summer," was the captain's explanation of his conduct; and though his townsmen may have suspected another motive, they were all too bent on staying at home themselves, and were too busy taking in sail on the possibility of having to go about on another tack, to question his reasons. If the mountain would not go, Mahomet would come; and one evening late in November, while the wind whistled and the rain beat outside the "Continental Tavern," as it was now termed, the occupants of the public room suddenly ceased from the plying of glasses and pipes, upon the hurried entrance of a man. "The British is comin'!" he bellowed, bringing every man to his feet by the words. "How does yer know?" demanded Squire Hennion. "I wuz down ter the river ter see if my boat wuz tied fast enuf ter stand the blow an' I hearn the tramp of snogers comin' across the bridge." "The bridge!" shouted Bagby. "Then they must be-- Swamp it! there is n't more than time enough to run." Clearly he spoke truly, for even as he ended his sentence |
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