Word: across
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...White House pressroom a telephone jangled disturbingly. Over the wire came a warning voice: "You guys be ready for a hot story at 2 o'clock." Five minutes later newsmen, looking across the White House lawn, observed a strange movement out on Pennsylvania Avenue. They hurried out to find 35 very young men and women and one big Negro marching solemnly up and down under the leafless trees. Behind them flocked a curious crowd. With difficulty their youthful hands held aloft heavy placards...
...there now, manacled and trembling, a white-haired man with a lined, anxious face, a hostage. The prisoners waited for their leader, Convict Henry Sullivan, to tell them how the guards and troopers at the main gate, where the siren was screaming, had received their ultimatum, a soiled paper across which was scrawled "For God's sake, give them what they want," followed by Warden Jennings' signature. The priest's advent was an accident, not to be considered, an irrelevant, frantic voice, begging them to think, to undo what they had done. His words fell on the deaf faces like...
...snowy roadway, darkened in irregular patches by the parked automobiles of townspeople who had turned out to help, McGrath looked toward the wing of the grey stone block next to the warden's office, the wing where the rebels were barricaded. He could charge in all right, get across the yard to the main hall maybe, but no further. They would have the steel doors of the hall closed. He studied it until he thought of a plan, then took Father Cleary aside and talked to him. . . . Automobiles for their escape? The gate open...
...thin mouth pushed into the ground, lying dead, his head pointed toward freedom. That was Convict Sullivan in clothes he had stripped from a captured guard. He had run through the barrage of tear gas that the troopers let loose on the screaming phalanx as it advanced across the yard toward the gate holding Warden Jennings and the other hostages as a screen in front of them. He had run toward the cars drawn up there outside the gate as decoys, their engines running. Beside him was another convict. In the yard were others. Death was waiting for them, they...
...twilight the machine guns on the walls were quiet, still waiting. A thousand people and a regiment of militia were at the gates. An airplane droned overhead. Death came for the rioters across the yard, up into the cell block, past the barricades which they had piled up with mattresses, chairs, beds at corners where they could shoot down a corridor two ways and back up to a stairway. Troopers told a convict named Johnson, who was helping them, to pull a mattress off a barricade. A bullet stopped Johnson when he took his first step. A bullet stopped Captain...