This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...a-comin! I'm a-comin!" The life was bursting out of him. It made him laughing-mad. He was lusty as a young lion. "Here they ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...a-comin! I'm a-comin!" The life was bursting out of him. It made him laughing-mad. He was lusty as a young lion. "Here they come!" muttered the Parson, labouring behind. And come they did at a hound-slink, bunched together, and babbling. It was clear they were uncertain of each other and of success. Sin, the mighty Disintegrator, was at work upon their spirits. A more half-hearted crew of blackguards never attempted murder. They needed Black Diamond. He, and he alone, might have held them and swung them, as a fine horseman holds and swings a refuser at a fence. And what dark faces! what dreadful eyes! what voices popping up like foul bubbles from a sewage pond! "Them three all?" "Enough too, ain't it?" "I'm for goin back. Look at the face on that buster 'with the sword!" "H'into em!" came a shrill treble from the rear. "Cheerily, chaps, cheerily!" A crack from the cottage, the crack of doom. The leading ruffian, a lumbering great horse-faced fellow, clapped his hand to his side. "What's that?" he snapped. "That's death!" came a solemn voice from across the green. The man bowed his head as though in acknowledgement. "I got it," he said, and fell like a falling tower. His fellows wavered. This sudden arrow from the quiver of the Great Bowman, so unexpected expected, pierced the hearts of all. Into them, toppling, bowled Knapp like a cannon-ball. "Ow, dear! Ow's that? Ow, my pore face!" The chirpy Cockney voice popped out from the thick of them like a cork from a bottle, and a smack from a sledge-hammer fist punctuated each ow. Blob, at a lurching gallop, plunged into the opening his leader had made, flashing his knife with a gurgling "Ho! ho!" Last came the Parson with terrific sword. It was all over before it had begun: a scuffle, a...Read Less
Reader copy. John Murray, London, 1908, hb no d/w, black cloth boards with red labels attached to spine and front cover containing titles, covers a little bumped and worn at the edges, pages tanned and foxed a little, pencil notes on front fep, reading copy only. [Box 14]
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