Against the glimmer of dead light I thought I caught the outlines of a man's hat
down among the tossing lines of the bracken. I whispered loudly: “Carlos! Carlos!
” There was a moment of hoarse whispering; a sudden gruff sound. A shaft of ...
I looked at the harbor we were entering, and thought of the home I had left so
eagerly. After all, I was no more than a boy, and even younger in mind than in
body. Queer-looking boats crawled between the shores like tiny water beetles.
I began to wonder what Rooksby would have thought of this sort of thing, to
wonder why Castro himself found it necessary to crouch for such a long time. Up
above, the hum of many people, still laughing, still talking, faded a little out of
... outcries, hushing again rather slowly. In between I could hear someone behind
me talk Spanish to the occupants of the carriage. I thought the voice was
Ramon's, but I could not turn, and the people in PART SECOND 57.
Ramon's, but I could not turn, and the people in the carriage answered in French,
I thought. A man was shouting “Cool Drinks" on the other side of them. Finally,
there was a roar, an irresistible swaying, a rattle of musket ramrods, a rhythm of ...
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