being the captain’s, explained itself: on his heels trod Rattray, with one who brought me to my feet like the call of silver trumpets.
“The house is surrounded,” says the squire, very quick and quiet; “is this your doing, Cole?”
“I wish it was,” said I; “but I can’t complain; it’s saved my life.” And I looked at Santos, standing dignified and alert, my still smoking pistol in his hand.
“Two things to do,” says Rattray
being the captain’s, explained itself: on his heels trod Rattray, with one who brought me to my feet like the call of silver trumpets.
“The house is surrounded,” says the squire, very quick and quiet; “is this your doing, Cole?”
“I wish it was,” said I; “but I can’t complain; it’s saved my life.” And I looked at Santos, standing dignified and alert, my still smoking pistol in his hand.
“Two things to do,” says Rattray
