Penny Dreadfuls, 1895 · page 319 of 395
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: af 7 ; 4] i] Vy i i } PAU» T s Rs ti ; ps fa. ; ni . \ ’ Wi hip ‘ Wawe i , sa bb tae ‘ shi } mh * ry aN rh us ‘ oy ne f ‘ ‘ wy V5 Pan's 4 y He fy : “if \ p om Nivea left ee in ate of ‘he ule ee ey oy re Sree stole up to the. borate with thirty | ees dh ip un a = ‘There fisy tay i in alent aGach antl the au had He sealed the shattered ground. Miss Elegantine and the fs om other two ladies did not go to the ramparts until a the firing began. The rest of the incidents of the ar have been nie recorded. a line ad Mrs. Foal The lint viel had been prepared now came into service. vn _ Of the foe who had fallen, the majority had been x ‘killed outright, but several were wounded, and for a - the most part mortally. Two only seemed to promise __ torecover if taken care of. One was a Spaniard and | ine | the other a half-caste. | on Jim managed to make himself intelligible, and he Ba them if he should hoist a flag of urilegs So that -* ss : ae not be itdened oth us. We might be dragged out 3 e our sight as a blind, and then left to die. - ¢ & When you are well again,” Jim told them, “you he to your friends.” _ All the time these matters were being attended to, a watch, of course, was kept against surprise. A foe 80 cunning might return, but they had had enough for mee night, and were seen no more. | ‘The dead of the enemy were left outside until the = loss of blood, and as by the belie recalled to his wound, which for the time he had forgotten. He was staggering a little when he passed into the Pens bal where he found the survivors of the band oe “Don't crowd,” cried Terry; “ can’t you see he is faint?” “ae ali m all right, ” insisted Jim; “let me sit down, anyw here. I should like a cup ae coffee.” ‘ SA RIE Tad ‘i , : A ai : 5" y ii Sak: ee gr { mh wet i x, WR aes , Ag sien 4 . aN nd Hy hie a ) Near i fs ye a sy ety Bs ie ae a ne Ps Ap (a ‘ Say Ws f MiG My : a eta Ra ree iy fee 4 ey your eae SENN Farrell made her way through. the fire.” to ene your cea dressed 2” forgot i it.”’ Yi) yy . } is Jf ays re ioe at: : s1e whit bloc . Hs bad r - “ A scratch,” said Jim. ny SR. Here the group of boys were parted, and. Mrs. | i * ti a “i F Ni | ANG wen “Take my arm, Gordon,” she said, “and come se 4 gat She led him across the hall, where Eveline: el oe ; ep het } "OA “Tt is nothing,” replied Jim. ats was busy and i Mrs. Farrell took a pair of scissors at cut a ay the sleeve of his jacket. | (ty Se oe ae “It is better than taking it off,” she said. “ Eveline can stitch it up again. Do youcall thisa scratch? bir OM is a cut nearly to the bone.” i te “T wish I had the fellow who did it here,” said ns ) Miss Elegantine, as she strode up. Pew She had just come from the kitchen, hers aie ie . been helping the niggers with the coltees . ) retained the chopper. “T don’t know myself who did it,” said Jim, with a a faint smile. y “Tt doesn’t matter,” said Miss ile ntine. ‘“ i “ would have made one of the villains into mincemeat, a on speculation.” — ate Here she flourished her rece and madded her a head so violently that the wrapper came off her head. tH ie “You are as savage as a wild Indian,” said Mrs. Farrell. “With that chopper you make me think of tomahawks, and what not. Please put it down.” | Miss Elegantine did a0) and put on her head-gear_ : again, | ii S “T hope you boys were not looking ?” she mur a mured ; “it is so awkward. But it will grow again.” oN “So will peas grow on apple-trees,” somebody was 4 heard to say. “ Who said that ?” she sharply demanded. No answer. hae _ “Tam sure it was my graceless eho Oscar, . come here !” i es Oscar came forward from quite another part of the hall, pleading dolorously that he hadn’t said a word. ae “T was dozing off to sleep in the corner, aunt,” he Bane said. / | ans ae “ You will come to a bad end,” she returned, ignor- ko ing his denial. “One of these days you will not ny lose your hair, but your head.” “ Shall be glad if I do,” grunted Dibble, rebellious. ae * What's the good of a head like mine ?” Pie “Tt isn’t your feet but your heart, ‘that i is wrong, Mio} ie vt Oscar.” ii 4 as ch “Well, I'm 1 wrong galtogeth rer with ou to othe sc 01 a2 os TaN J c mage 38)