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This Son of Vulcan, a Novel, by the Authors of 'ready-Money Mortiboy'. Libr. Ed., by W. Besant and J. Rice
This Son of Vulcan a Novel by the Authors of 'readyMoney Mortiboy' Libr Ed by W Besant and J Rice Author:Walter Besant General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1887 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER X. IT was a warm soft afternoon in August, that Myles and Jack were toiling slowly over the downs which rise up from the seashore in the neighbourhood of Esbrough, whither Myles was going to show Jack his native place. The villages are thinly scattered among these hills, and the byroads connecting them are sometimes intricate and difficult to find. They had lost their way, as there was no sign-post in sight, no house, village, farm, nor church anywhere near. They were tired, hungry, and thirsty. Presently Jack put his hand in Myles's. It was his sign of utter breakdown, and Myles, stopping, saw the boy's knees trembling as he stood, and the tears of pain standing in his eyes. " What's to do, old chap ? " he said. " Can't yon hold out to the top of the hill ? " " I'm so tired, Myles, and so thirsty. Let us sit down." " Climb up on my back," said Myles. He took up the boy as Sinbad took up his selfish old man, and went on again. The hill-top reached, another weary expanse of road stretched before them. Without a word, Myles trudged on, though the boy was heavy and the pack was full The boy grew heavier every moment, the Irishman's throat became more parched, and he was beginning to think of sitting down himself, when he suddenly came, in a drop of the road, upon a solitary house. Not a lonely-looking house, because it stood behind a clean-trimmed lawn, with flowers and creepers and trees about it, and with a plantation of firs on either side. A house of some stateliness, not belonging to a rich man, but to some one who could afford at least the luxury of a garden. Myles stopped, set down th...« less