FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170  
171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   >>  
the battered defenders. Joyous yells bespoke a favorable turn of the tide. The enemy fell slowly back, relinquishing the vantage gained. Far behind Ridgeway's fainting form there arose the shouts of fresh factors in the fight. He fell against the embankment and slowly turned his eyes toward the river. Once more Pootoo's gigantic weapon saved his defenceless head from the blow of an eager antagonist, but the white man knew naught of his escape. His dazed eyes saw only the band of warriors flying over the plain toward the field of battle. Far in their rear came a fluttering white form. Hardly was he able to realize that help was at hand before the released, ferocious young fellows who had been left behind to guard her Ladyship were plunging over the breastworks all about him. The Reserves to the rescue! Exaltation, glorious and strength-giving, flushed through him and he leaped again into the fray. The new hope had come. He was once more battling with a mighty vigor. Fury reigned for a moment and then came the stampede. Down the little valley fled the foe, the conquerors in mad pursuit. [Illustration: "'THEY HAVE KILLED YOU! LET THEM KILL ME!'"] He was unable to follow, but his heart glowed with joy as he staggered blindly toward the earthworks. As he fell, half fainting, against the bloody bank, the agonized figure in white flew up to the opposite side. "Hugh, Hugh," she wailed, burying her face in her hands. "They have killed you! Let them kill me!" "Oh, it's--nothing--" he gasped, trying to smile. "I'm all right, little woman, but--you--got--here--just--in--time! Didn't I say--get--home--for--lunch--or something--like--that?" And he knew no more. CHAPTER XXVIII TO THE VICTOR BELONGS--? It was a month before Ridgeway was able to leave his couch and to sit beneath the awning in front of the temple. Not that he had been so severely wounded in the battle of June thirtieth, but that his whole system had collapsed temporarily. After the first terrible fear, Tennys gave herself entirely to the task of caring for him. Night and day she watched, worked, and prayed over the tossing sufferer. In seasons of despair, created by the frequent close encroachments of death, she experienced dreams that invariably ended with the belief that she heard his dying gasps. Until she became thoroughly awake and could hear the movements of the two savages who sat faithfully in the next room with their Izor, her
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170  
171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   >>  



Top keywords:
battle
 

Ridgeway

 

fainting

 
slowly
 

savages

 

VICTOR

 

BELONGS

 

XXVIII

 

CHAPTER

 

burying


killed

 
wailed
 

figure

 
opposite
 
faithfully
 

movements

 

gasped

 

beneath

 

watched

 

worked


belief

 

caring

 

Tennys

 

prayed

 

tossing

 
encroachments
 

experienced

 

invariably

 

frequent

 

sufferer


seasons

 

despair

 
created
 

severely

 

temple

 

dreams

 

awning

 

wounded

 

terrible

 

temporarily


agonized
 
thirtieth
 

system

 

collapsed

 

Illustration

 
escape
 

naught

 
antagonist
 
warriors
 

flying