The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 151: what you’re looking at

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THE ont PROM ONG: 146 At. least. it isa comfort to be so ably hacked up when danger permeates the air. Terry should have been a soldier, since he possesses all the requisites of one save stature,wnd men even much shorter than he have served their queen. He looks carefully around the court so as to impress the surroundings on his mind. Lo. the left a few paces—back against the door, we will await them here,”? he says, drawing up his troops in line, with the band in the center. A minute passes. | - All they hear is the fret of the fountain and perhaps the , sputtering of the ancient lamp that tnrows so weird an illumination about its immediate vicinity. Then, without war ning, figures appear, figures of men that spring into view on several sides; figures that resemble the spokes ofa wheel, heading toward the hub or common center, which, of course, is the point where Terry and his adherents stand. Their number surprises him, for they seem to be almost legion, but this feeling passes as quickly as it flashes over him—the heart that beats in that breast can never be daunted. Men may sneer at ascribing such qualities to a fellow creature, but the world delights to do honor to its ¢heroes, and ever will. Nor shall-we find that, the pages of history. monopolize, the _hst, great comicbooks.com