. The great quest; a romance of 1826, wherein are recorded the experiences of Josiah Woods of Topham, and of those others with whom he sailed for Cuba and the Gulf of Guinea . the night were quite too muchfor his wits. Let him keep them for the bill, said Gleazen with aharsh laugh. Come, I say! But--but-- Come! Hear that? Watch the back door, someone was crying. Hesprobably dead drunk, but hes a dangerous man and wecant take chances. It was the constables voice. Gleazen was already running through the long hall, andwe followed him at our best speed. As we left the room, the landlord fell and c
. The great quest; a romance of 1826, wherein are recorded the experiences of Josiah Woods of Topham, and of those others with whom he sailed for Cuba and the Gulf of Guinea . the night were quite too muchfor his wits. Let him keep them for the bill, said Gleazen with aharsh laugh. Come, I say! But--but-- Come! Hear that? Watch the back door, someone was crying. Hesprobably dead drunk, but hes a dangerous man and wecant take chances. It was the constables voice. Gleazen was already running through the long hall, andwe followed him at our best speed. As we left the room, the landlord fell and carried downwith a crash a table on which a tray of glasses was stand-ing. I would have stayed to help him, but I knew thatother help was near, and to tell the truth I was beginningto fear the consequences of even so slight a part as minehad been in the ghastly happenings of the night. So Ifollowed the others, and we noiselessly slipped awaythrough the orchard, just as the men sent to guard theback door came hurrying round the house and took theirstations. With the distant fire flaming against the sky, with thesmell of smoke stinging in our nostrils, and with the clamor. Clapping his hand to the wound the landlord went white and leaned back against the bar. A WILD NIGHT 79 of the aroused town sounding on every side, we hurried,unobserved, through dark fields and orchards, to my uncleshouse, where Arnold and Sim and Abe were impatientlywaiting. They started up from beside the wagon as we drew near,and crowded round us with eager questions. But there wasno time for mere talking. Already we could hear voicesapproaching, although as yet they were not dangerouslynear. Come, boys, my uncle cried, into the wagon, everyone. Come, Neil, come - - for heavens sake — Be still, Seth, I am sober. Sober! Uncle Seth put a world of disgust into theword. Yes, sober, curse you. Very well, but do climb in — Climb in ? I 11 climb in when it suits my convenience. Jostling and scrambling, we were
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