[Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia by William Gilmore Simms]@TWC D-Link bookGuy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia CHAPTER XXVII 12/29
I have not been five hours out of the saddle in the last twenty-four, and it requires something more of rest, if I desire to do well what I have on hand--what, indeed, we both have on hand." There was something apologetic in the manner, if not in the language, of the speaker; and his words seemed to indicate, if possible, an excuse for the incoherence of his address, in the physical fatigue which he had undergone--in this way to divert suspicion from those mental causes of excitement, of which, in the present situation, he felt somewhat ashamed.
Pouring out a glass of liquor, and quaffing it without pause, he motioned to the lieutenant to do the same--a suggestion not possible for that person to misunderstand--and then proceeded to narrate such portions of the late occurrences in and about the village as it was necessary he should know.
He carefully suppressed his own agency in any of these events, for, with the policy of the ancient, he had learned, at an early period in his life, to treat his friend as if he might one day become his enemy; and, so far as such a resolution might consistently be maintained, while engaged in such an occupation as his, he rigidly observed it. "The business, Dillon, which I want you to execute, and to which you will give all your attention, is difficult and troublesome, and requires ingenuity.
Mark Forrester was killed last night, as is supposed, in a fray with a youth named Colleton, like himself a Carolinian.
If such is not the opinion yet, I am determined such shall be the opinion; and have made arrangements by which the object will be attained.
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