ISBN: 9781489506429

We drew bridle at the cross-roads; he stretched his legs in his stirrups, raised his arms, yawned, and dropped his huge hands upon either thigh with a resounding slap."Well, good-bye," he… mais…

We drew bridle at the cross-roads; he stretched his legs in his stirrups, raised his arms, yawned, and dropped his huge hands upon either thigh with a resounding slap."Well, good-bye," he said, gravely, but made no movement to leave me."Do we part here?" I asked, sorry to quit my chance acquaintance of the Johnstown highway. He nodded, yawned again, and removed his round cap of silver-fox fur to scratch his curly head."We certainly do part at these cross-roads, if you are bound We drew bridle at the cross-roads; he stretched his legs in his stirrups, raised his arms, yawned, and dropped his huge hands upon either thigh with a resounding slap."Well, good-bye," he said, gravely, but made no movement to leave me."Do we part here?" I asked, sorry to quit my chance acquaintance of the Johnstown highway. He nodded, yawned again, and removed his round cap of silver-fox fur to scratch his curly head."We certainly do part at these cross-roads, if you are bound for Varicks'," he said.I waited a moment, then thanked him for the pleasant entertainment his company had afforded me, and wished him a safe journey."A safe journey?" he repeated, carelessly. "Oh yes, of course; safe journeys are rare enough in these parts. I'm obliged to you for the thought. You are very civil, sir. Good-bye."Yet neither he nor I gathered bridle to wheel our horses, but sat there in mid-road, looking at each other."My name is Mount," he said at length; "let me guess yours. No, sir! don't tell me. Give me three sportsman's guesses; my hunting-knife against the wheat straw you are chewing!"With pleasure," I said, amused, "but you could scarcely guess it."Your name is Varick?"I shook my head."Butler?"No. Look sharp to your knife, friend."Oh, then I have guessed it," he said, coolly; "your name is Ormond-and I'm glad of it."Why are you glad of it?" I asked, curiously, wondering, too, at his knowledge of me, a stranger."You will answer that question for yourself when you meet your kin, the Varicks and Butlers," he said; and the reply had an insolent ring that did not please me, yet I was loath to quarrel with this boyish giant whose amiable company I had found agreeable on my long journey through a land so new to me. Books, Fiction~~Classics, Maid-at-Arms~~Robert-W-Chambers, 999999999, The Maid-At-Arms: A Novel, Robert W. Chambers, 148950642X, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, , , , , CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform<

ISBN: 9781489506429

We drew bridle at the cross-roads; he stretched his legs in his stirrups, raised his arms, yawned, and dropped his huge hands upon either thigh with a resounding slap."Well, good-bye," he… mais…

We drew bridle at the cross-roads; he stretched his legs in his stirrups, raised his arms, yawned, and dropped his huge hands upon either thigh with a resounding slap."Well, good-bye," he said, gravely, but made no movement to leave me."Do we part here?" I asked, sorry to quit my chance acquaintance of the Johnstown highway.He nodded, yawned again, and removed his round cap of silver-fox fur to scratch his curly head."We certainly do part at these cross-roads, if you are bound for Varicks'," he said.I waited a moment, then thanked him for the pleasant entertainment his company had afforded me, and wished him a safe journey."A safe journey?" he repeated, carelessly. "Oh yes, of course; safe journeys are rare enough in these parts. I'm obliged to you for the thought. You are very civil, sir. Good-bye."Yet neither he nor I gathered bridle to wheel our horses, but sat there in mid-road, looking at each other."My name is Mount," he said at length; "let me guess yours. No, sir! don't tell me. Give me three sportsman's guesses; my hunting-knife against the wheat straw you are chewing!""With pleasure," I said, amused, "but you could scarcely guess it.""Your name is Varick?"I shook my head."Butler?""No. Look sharp to your knife, friend.""Oh, then I have guessed it," he said, coolly; "your name is Ormond--and I'm glad of it.""Why are you glad of it?" I asked, curiously, wondering, too, at his knowledge of me, a stranger."You will answer that question for yourself when you meet your kin, the Varicks and Butlers," he said; and the reply had an insolent ring that did not please me, yet I was loath to quarrel with this boyish giant whose amiable company I had found agreeable on my long journey through a land so new to me. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ Classics Maid-at-Arms~~Robert-W-Chambers CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform<