Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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mighty thrust immediately after, he absolutely speared him
against the wall, the weapon passing through his body, and into
the logs behind. For a moment the eyes of the two glared
deathfully upon each other. The sword of Dunbar was still up-
lifted, and he seemed about to strike, when suddenly the arm
sunk powerless´┐Żthe weapon fell from the nerveless grasp
the eyes became fixed and glassy, even while gazing with tiger
appetite into those of the enemy and, with a hoarse and stifling
cry, the captain of loyalists fell forward upon his conqueror,
snapping, like a wand of glass, the sword that was still fastened
in his body.
WE must briefly retrace our steps. We left Richard Coulter
in ambush, having so placed his little detachments as to cover
most of the groups of dragoons´┐Żat least such as might be im-
mediately troublesome. It was with the greatest difficulty that
he could restrain himself during the interval which followed the
entry of Elijah Fields into the house. Nothing but his great
confidence in the courage and fidelity of the preacher could have
reconciled him to forbearance, particularly as, at the point which
he occupied, he could know nothing of what was going on with-
in. Meanwhile, his eyes could not fail to see all the indignities
to which the poor old Dutchman was subjected. He heard his
groans and entreaties.
I am a goot friend to King Tshorge ! I was never wid de
rebels. Why would you do me so ? Where is de captaine ? I
have said dat my darter shall be his wife. Go bring him to me,
and let him make me loose from de rope. I'm a goot friend to
King Tshorge !"" Good friend or not," said the brutal lieutenant, you have
to hang for it, I reckon. We are better friends to King George
than you. We fight for him, and we want grants of land as well
as other people."" Oh, mine Gott !"
Just then, faint sounds of the scuffle within the house, reached
the ears of those without. Clymes betrayed some uneasiness ;
and when the sound of the pistol-shot was heard, lie rushed for-
ward to the dwelling. But that signal of the strife was the sig-