Symons

Evening fell early—it was now near the end of October, and Symons with a respectful bow, left the office.

He started wildly to his feet, and confronted the stern and triumphant glance of the once humble and submissive Charity Symons.

The tribe, which had surrendered to General Symons, was held to be friendly.

General Symons warned them of the risk they were incurring and dismissed them.

If the two latter are by Symons, as he says, I do not want to see them.