Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigand's of Greece by Bracebridge Hemyng
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attention was called off in another direction.
"Do you hear that? The sentry is giving the alarm." They were all accustomed to danger, and were on the qui vive ere the alarm was fairly sounded. Pistols, knives, and blunderbusses were called into requisition. And all was ready to give an intruder a warm reception. Toro climbed up a crag and peered over. Then turning to the men, he motioned them to silence. "Hush! He comes this way. Back!" And then, at a sign from him, every man glided quickly, silently off, and concealed himself behind a rock, or bush, or wherever a favourable place was to be discovered. Then a stumbling noise was heard, and a man crept through a gap and hobbled on to the scene. He was a strange, wild-looking fellow, with long fair hair and eyebrows almost as light as an albino's. His cheeks were fair, but much sunburnt, and almost destitute of beard. He progressed with difficulty, and leant heavily upon a staff cut |
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