Word: ambushing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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These men, he declared, are often murderous; impelled by the high prices obtainable for ducks and geese, they will even kill wardens from ambush. Chief Redington's suggestions prompted the conference to send a resolution to Congress asking that game wardens be protected as are federal police...
When the case led him into conflict with Professor Moriarty, beetling-browed ruler of London's underworld who held his councils in a fearsome catacomb, Sherlock blandly donned his double-peaked cap and walked into the Professor's ambush-a lethal chamber. He smashed the single lamp, deluded his captors by leaving his glowing cigar on a window ledge, escaped with the frightened maiden. When he had later trapped the diabolical Professor with more such nonchalant magic, it appeared that Sherlock would marry the girli, albeit he was a poor insurance risk, sustained in the approved...
Suddenly from the rocks behind and above came the smash of rifle fire. Soldiers fell. Hastily the French commander flung out a skirmish line, halted the advance. His little patrol was completely ambushed by 3,000 ragged, bearded, fierce-fighting Moors. Firing every inch of the way the French patrol retreated through the pass to the cement blockhouse of Ait Yacoub (Jacob's Hummock). For 48 hours the garrison of 360 French and Senegalese stood off 3,000 yelling bloodthirsty tribesmen owing allegiance to no recognized Sheikh, who had sworn to die rather than submit to French rule...
Quite as brave as ex-Monk Freyden-berg was Pierre Pigeaire, a correspondent for the United Press. Alone, he traveled by motor, horse and foot 300 miles from the railhead at Marrakesh to the scene of the ambush, sent the first direct word of the battle. At Meknes base hospital Lieut. Briard. wounded in the first skirmish, told how he had lain behind a desert bush and watched his wounded comrades being stabbed to death by Moors...
...disapproval: he had neither riches nor pride of family, his relatives lived vaguely in Surrey, and that, thought Aunt Myra, would never do. Lois, for her part, loved, but did not bestir herself to contradict her aunt. When a few days later the subaltern, on patrol, was shot from ambush, Aunt Myra thought it sad, and continued her teas. Lois pondered, to no avail, and went abroad to get on with her French. But that was their last bland September; by the next, revolutionary incendiaries had laid fiery waste to Danielstown...