[Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle]@TWC D-Link bookMicah Clarke CHAPTER XIX 21/27
So he would play with it, as a cat with a mouse, until at last it was about to open its gates, when, as like as not, he would raise the leaguer and march back into his winter-quarters.
I served two campaigns under him without honour, sack, plunder, or emolument, save a beggarly stipend of three gulden a day, paid in clipped money, six months in arrear.
But mark ye the folk upon yonder tower! They are waving their kerchiefs as though something were visible to them.' 'I can see nothing,' I answered, shading my eyes and gazing down the tree-sprinkled valley which rose slowly in green uplands to the grassy Blackdown hills. 'Those on the housetops are waving and pointing,' said Reuben.
'Methinks I can myself see the flash of steel among yonder woods.' 'There it is,' cried Saxon, extending his gauntleted hand, 'on the western bank of the Tone, hard by the wooden bridge.
Follow my finger, Clarke, and see if you cannot distinguish it.' 'Yes, truly,' I exclaimed, 'I see a bright shimmer coming and going.
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