Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 159: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

‘TROUPE 143 Captain Anderson turned upon his old classmate of William and Mary days unseeing eyes, and the face of death. What was — it — he meant to— tell Bob? Unaka’s lips were close to Troupe’s ear. ‘“Is-te-pau-pau!’’ (Lion-Heart.) It worked! ‘Troupe’s heart beat. A whisper came from his dropping jaws. “Lieutenant, I order you — guard — prisoners —” His pistol fell from his hand. “After which I must have played “The Cid,’”’ — so said Troupe when the story came out of him, as he lay in the big four-poster in Dr. Pratt’s guest chamber, — “for I rode through town with a hand on Unaka’s shoulder, Peachy leading my horse; but I remember nothing about it; except once — somewhere — I heard a wench’s voice squalling out, ‘Yon’s a dead man! — a-horseback!’ First thing I knew I was lying on the grass under the old mimosa in Doctor’s front yard — and Doctor was swearing in a blue streak —”’ Here Peachy burst forth: “Why, Troupe, Doctor just reared! ‘Here’s the finest young fellow in old Albemarle bleeding like a beef, sir! Some Tory’s done it. But Troupe will be the cock of the walk after this, by the Lord Harry!’ And then here comes Bob Brevard a-spurrin’ down the street — to see how you are comin’ on. And then me and Bob and Unaka-High-diddle-diddle — we brought you in the house. And here you are!” with a deep sigh of satisfaction at this happy culmination. Troupe lay on the aforesaid four-poster in the cool “company room”’ at Dr. Pratt’s. There were sprigged muslin curtains at the windows. There were musk roses in the painted china vases on the chimney-piece. And the Greek head was pillowed on linen ‘“As white as the snow by a touch undimmed; As cool as the pool that the breeze has skimmed; Filled with the finest of feathers, and trimmed With the richest of lace from Flanders.” CORNICLOO “eS (C(O)