Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 74: what you’re looking at

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72 DESPARD, THE &PT. “Are you satisfied ?” she cried. ‘“Oome away, before a worse thing happen to you. I warn you.” | “Did you see it, Danton ?” gasped one. ‘ Dieu de bat- tuilles! Did you ever see the like? Ugh! Iam-in a very jelly from fear. I own it. If the rest saw what we have eeen, they would leave-this accursed house.” “ Yah-h-h-h-ab !” A prolonged yell broke in upon the speaker, and they saw the same distorted, fiend-like face which they had seen before. The man called Jason lifted his musket with a shaking hand, and pulled the trigger. When the smoke cleared away, Danton snatched the torch from the hand of Annette, and darted forward. He knew that his companion was a deadly shot, and hoped that the thing who had sv-terrified them liad got its deserts. Reaching the spot; he saw nothing but the round hole in the paneled wall, Where the bullet had pierced it. By. this time the others were-in the room, looking with astonishinent at the face of Danton, who was deadly pale. “Say what you will, lads,” quoth he: “I never believed in ghosts,' But, when I see them with my. own eyes, I can not doubt the evidence of my senses.. Jason will swear, and so will I, that he fired at a fuce looking oufof the wall at this very spot, This good woman can tell you the same.” “ Liars, thieves, scum of the world,” cried the same shrill voice, “Fire at me; fire at a cloud. I’m ‘a devil! Yah-h-h-ah !” “God help us, what neeromancy is this?” cried the sergeant. * We have fallen upon a strange thing. I never saw the like in all my life. By. the soul of my body, it’ is wonderful. However, here we are. and here we stay. until the man they call Auselmo sees fit'to return. Jasoy and Dunton, you will remain in this room.: Have your arms ready for use. — Pierre and Cartier, take the room below. As for nape, I wren re- main at the door.” They took their posts withont deme. Whatever ner faults asa nation, as a military one France igs superb, Her soldiers are the very essence of obedience. ‘These men were terrified, it ig true; but, they took their places Sealy end waited for events to shape themselves. as they: would: The sergeant was a bold man. He had fought the battle Conmichooks.co a