The Yankee Champion — page 150: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, - 143 notice what his companion had said, “that makes four of our league—dead!’’ ‘And all through the means of that boy of yours,’’ said Dow. ‘But it wasn’t my fault. These men’s blood does not rest on my hands,’’ uttered Ryan, gazing upon the upturned face of the Indian. “Of course it don’t,’ responded Dow, drawing a little nearer to the corpse-laden spot. ‘There isn’t any blood on my hands, nor on yours.” ‘ ‘““Who said there was blood on my hands?’ ex- claimed the old Tory, turning’ suddenly upon his companion. “Nobody. There ain’t no blood on them. I said there wasn’t,’’ returned Dow, at the same time shghtly shrinking beneath the wild look of Ryan. “Ha, ha, ha:’’ hysterically laughed the gray- headed villain. ‘‘It’s all washed off long eee My hands are clean, Dow—clean, I say !’’ “T know they be. But come, let’s go Bee to your house. ’Tain’t safe to stay here—we shall both be shot.’’ “But the boy—I dare not let him go.” “Head! what’s that, Ryan?’’ exclaimed Dow, as his eye caught the outlines of the boy where the light shone upon him through the bushes. “Where?” cried Ryan, starting to the side of his companion. ‘‘Back, villains!’’ shouted Luke, in a voice of thunder, as he leaped from the spot where he had stood. Both the Tories started and turned toward the new-comer. “Don’t shoot, don’t!”? gasped Dow. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. They made me come.”’ - Comilcboo “S co