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Show 66 Hannah was exacting. Seeing that she had the psychological edge, Hannah moved in more threateningly. "There's no excuse for your * treating English citizens in such abusive fashion. I have friends--close personal friends - in high places who will...Have you ever been in the pillory?" The men were addled by this plain-spoken woman who expressed such high handed authority. "Is he really dead?" Benjamen was edging close to the lifeless printer. Hannah took Hyrum's pulse and listened for his heartbeat. "He's not breathing," she bristled. Both men felt a new sense of urgency. If what she said was true, then they might in fact be hauled in on charges of murder. They rushed toward the printer. Benjamen, not knowing how to interpret their sudden actions and'wanting to protect his mother, picked up the open ink container and hurled it at the smaller of the two men. In wiry agility, he ducked and the ink container hit the bull squarely. "Why you little devil," the stricken man began to charge after Benjamen. The mouse, backed by Lathrop, in an uncanny burst of strength, held the bull at bay and prevented him from assailing the child. |