[Pg 170]The general of romance is a dashing creature, who wears gold lace and has stars upon his shoulder straps, and rides a fiery charger at the head of his troops. He always sits upon the charger, a field-glass in his hand and waiting aides upon every side, or flourishes a sword as he plunges into the thick of the battle smoke.She sat with her jaw hanging, staring at him, baffled,[Pg 262] and he went on. "I've got Lawton jailed, as I was saying. I'll have you out of the country in three days, and as for Mrs. Lawton, I'll keep an eye on her. I'll know where she is, in case I need her at any time. But I'm not fighting women."
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THREE:Geronimo and four other warriors were riding aimlessly about on two mules, drunk as they well could be, too drunk to do much that day. But when night[Pg 303] came, and with it a drizzling rain, the fears the ranchman and his mescal had put in their brains assumed real shapes, and they betook themselves to the mountains again, and to the war-path.
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FORE:"Of course," said the officer, "I understand that the hostiles are not in the immediate vicinity?"Dick, no less eager to see Larry perform his new duties, wasnt behind Sandy in good humor.
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Golly-gracious! exclaimed Larry, thats like a mystery novel!See that wing? he pointed. It sticks up, and its higher than our own tankand if theres a wing-tank, and I think a seaplane would have themHis expression altered to a puzzled scowl.
