He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at being disturbed. ” Mike’s head butted in the door. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. And you know all about that shot.
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