Shoot into 'em, Gawd damn their souls!" There was a
melee of screeches, in which the men were ordered to do conflicting and impossible things.
In the midst of the
melee Marija recollected that she did not have her bankbook, and could not get her money anyway, so she fought her way out and started on a run for home.
Rival trapping parties Manoeuvring A desperate game Vanderburgh and the Blackfeet Deserted camp fire A dark defile An Indian ambush A fierce
melee Fatal consequences Fitzpatrick and Bridger Trappers precautions Meeting with the Blackfeet More fighting Anecdote of a young Mexican and an Indian girl.
That gentleman acted as moderator, endeavoring to prevent a general
melee; in the midst of the brawl, however, an expression was made use of by Lisa derogatory to his own honor.
Turning, I saw a dozen black pirates dashing toward us from the
melee. We had been discovered.
The Marechal de la Meilleraie added that in case the coadjutor should appear on the field of battle it would be a pity that he should not be distinguished in the
melee by wearing a red hat, as Henry IV.
The howling and snapping and barking of the new element which had been infused into the
melee now seemed centered quite close behind me, and as I raised myself upon my hands and glanced around I saw what it was that had distracted the DYRYTH, as I afterward learned the thing is called, from my trail.
The leaping carnivora and the plunging horses, prevented any concerted action by the Abyssinians--it was every man for himself--and in the
melee, the defenseless woman was either forgotten or ignored by her black captors.
They were warriors of the palace, mostly; but two score leaped to defend U-Thor, and with ringing steel they fought at the foot of the steps to the throne of Manator where stood O-Tar, the jeddak, with drawn sword ready to take his part in the
melee.
Presently one of the knights detached himself from the
melee and rode to her side with some word of command, at the same time grasping roughly at her bridle rein.
A warrior turned his eyes upward from the
melee. Above him towered the gigantic bulk of the pachyderm, the little eyes flashing with the reflected light of the fires--wicked, frightful, terrifying.
"Dirty work, dirty work," Billy muttered over and over; and, though he saw much that occurred, assisted by the friendly Irishman he was coolly and safely working Saxon back out of the
melee.