Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 159: what you’re looking at

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152 | iN THE ENEMY’S HANDS. agate, Yank !? A dozen bayonets gleamed in the face of Captain Chetwood, but he did not halt. He could not. With furious bounds, the crazed steed dashed on, breaking through the line, going on and on like the wind of a cyclone. Several shots were fired after the onrushing horse and rider. Many of these took effect. The horse plunged to earth in the agonies of death, and before Captain Chetwood could extricate himself from the saddle, he was surrounded by a score of Confederate infantrymen. ‘“Wall, Yank, I guess you'll surrender now. ’’ ‘“‘T must needs bow to the inevitable,’’ answered » the Union captain, with a forced laugh. “What the devil sent you over at such a rate of speed, young feller?”’ ‘‘T am racing on a wager,’’ answered the captain, with grim humor. ‘‘There were men who said I couldn’t break through your lines and live. I have proved that those fellows lied.”’ . ‘Fact, by thunder!?’ The captain was well to the rear of the line, and out of the smoke of conflict. He had run the vantlet, and might have escaped if his horse had not failed him at the last minute. For this failure the brute was not to blame, how- ever, since nearly a dozen balls had found Loc em cat in his body. There was not an officer among the gray-coats who had captured Captain Chetwood, and he was sub- jected to the most violent badgering. ‘“We’ll take your sword and pistol, Yank,’’ said a lank Louisianian. ‘‘You an’t safe with them shootin’- drons.’’ | im - comicbooks.co