White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-23
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where we find them"
"Back Back Advance another
step, and You are dead maui" pro-
nouneed the stalwart butcher, rs he raised
his sword /; and then turning his head to-
wards the Count, he added, in hurried
whisper, "Remember-we strike for the
life Of Adele St. Aulnay."
Simon saw the Counts hand fasten
with firmer grip about his sword hilt,
and then he turned upon the coming SOL
diers, once more.
"Beware, there, Simon Wendell" spoke
voice from the extremity Of the passage,
which the butcher at once recognized as
the Jesuit's. owe have an order signed
by the Kings own hand, for your arrest,
and we will take you either dead or alive.
You had better surrender p
Il care not for the King, when my own
life is at stake" returned Simon; $50
beware, for the first man"
He did not finish his sentence, for the
head soldier rushed madly upon him.
'"Take that, for your insolence to our
King ]" uttered the man but his blow
was of no avail. The butcher struck
down the blade, and then, with one quick,
strong lunge, he drove his own sword
through his assailant's body. The fell
low uttered deep groan, and as the
butcher withdrew his sword, he fell for
ward into the sitting-room.
The passage was not wide enough for
two full grown men to stand abreast in,
and so the assailants could come on only
one at time ; but while Simon was get
ting his sword clear from the body of the
man he had killed, another of the soldiers
leaped past him, but it was only to fall
upon the keen blade of the Count, which
pierced his heart the moment he entered
the room.
By this time, another of the soldiers
had set upon the butcher, but his work
was short one, for at the third pass,
he fell backwards, with the point of ST.
mons stout blade driven into his temple.
The ceiling was too low for any heavy
blows. as the long swords could not be
raised high enough, and, as it was, the
butcher had decided advantage, other
than his immense prowess. Hissword was
very long and heavy, and his arm, too,
was longer than the arms of any of those
who opposed him.
When the third man fell, and the grim
butcher still stood where he had first ap-
peared, there was a cessation of HOSTILE
ties for those who were behind, began
to think they were rushing upon fatal
ground.
"On on! !" cried Malgrida, who was
fairly foaming with rage. "Cut down
the Huguenot dogs %
"But the soldiers did not move. There
were only four of them left, and they
seemed to feel that to move on, would
only be to get themselves cut down.
care you going to move % cried the
infatuated Jesuit. "By the Gods you
shall die by the axe, if you prove towards
now -
This started the frightened men up, for
they knew that the axe might await them,
if they were represented as towards to
Charles or Catharine, and with desper-
ate struggle, they all sprang for the room
where the butcher stood. The head one
of them was q stout man, and he struck
down the butchers sword, and leaped
into the room but the Count was quick
enough for him, and no sooner did his
bulky form present itself, than Philips
sword passed through it, from side to
side. With a quick glance, Simon saw
what was done, and he caught the next
man with more precision, and laid him
at his feet, with a cash that passed clean
through his neck, severing the spine and
killing him instantly.
"Now," cried the butcher, as he dashed
into the passage, "I'll turn aggressor.
Out of my house, or I'll lay you all
down in the arms of death %
As he spoke. he made lunge at the man
who was nearest too him, and his sword
pierced the fellow in the breast. A deep
curse and a groan followed, and as he
fell backward, the Jesuit turned and fled
through the shop towards the street, and
the only remaining livesoldier followed his
example in quick time. The butcher fol-
lowed them to the outer door, and closed 1t.
Before, It had only been secured by the
lock, which the soldiers had easily burst
off: but there were two sliding bolts left,
and these Simon showed into their sock
cts. and then returned to the sitting-room,
where he found the Count gazing fxedly
upon the dead men who lay upon the
bloody floor.
"This is heavy work, Count" said the
butcher, as he gazed first upon the three
corpses that lay upon the floor Of the
room, and then upon the three that lay
in tho passage. ,
at may be bad work for us, returned
the Count, in sad tone. "Of course the
Jesuit will hasten back to the King, and
then we shall have posse down upon us,
that we cannot resist."
"Never fear on that account, Sir Phil
in. 1 have but little in the house to lose.
and shall not hesitate to let it go. My
money I can get in q few seconds, and
then. we will fee"
"But where can we flee with safety.
Let us take either way upon the quai we
please, and we can be easily traced. for
the guard viii soon be here after us"
II have a way Of escape, Count, so
give yourself no uneasiness on that ae-
count. Wait a moment, while get my
money" =,
The butcher FASTENED around into the
little room, where he held the first con-