By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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I belong to Dr. Parker's school at Deal, and if you will say what
damage I have caused, I will pay for it." "You shall pay for it now," shouted the farmer, as he advanced with uplifted stick. Frank slipped three or four of his clay bullets into his mouth. "Leave us alone or it will be worse for you," he said as he raised the blowgun to his mouth. The farmer advanced, and Frank sent a bullet with all his force, and with so true an aim that he struck the farmer on the knuckles. It was a sharp blow, and the farmer, with a cry of pain and surprise, dropped the stick. "Don't come a step nearer," Frank shouted. "If you do, I will aim at your eye next time," and he pointed the threatening tube at the enraged farmer's face. "I'll have the law of you, you young villain. I'll make you smart for this." "You can do as you like about that," Frank said. "I have only struck you in self defense, and have let you off easily. Come along, Charlie, let's get out of this." In a few minutes they were again on the road, the farmer making no attempt to follow them, but determined in his mind to drive over the next morning to Deal to take out a summons against them for |
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