The Yankee Champion — page 158: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION. _ 151 “We will do it!’ he said atlength. ‘You will shoot him, Dow.”’ “Wead, yes. He’ll come to-day, won’t he?’’ “Tl expect he will.’’ “Then we’d better clear out as soon as he’s dis- posed of, and leave the boy alone.’’ ‘““No,’’ returned Ryan, with a demoniac look. “I have two jobs to do yet, and I’ll perform them, or die in the attempt.”’ “That may be all very well for you, Silas Ryan, but roll me down hill in a brandy-pipe if I have any desire to die just yet.” “But you would have no objections to cating a few hundred pounds to put in your purse?’’ “Of course not.”’ “Then you have the chance. That infernal Cap- tain Nixon, if 1 am not mistaken, will be this way before a great while, and, dead or alive, I’m to have eight hundred pounds for his body.”’ “Hold on! That gal won’t be running away, will ~ she?”’ “No. She couldn’t get far if she should try.”’ The two men lifted the corpse upon their shoulders and passed out from the shed. The way they went toward the woods lay to the eastward of the house, and ere long they were out of sight. Soper crept from his hiding-place and gazed off in the direction they had taken. There was an expression of peculiar triumph upon his features, and his eyes sparkled with intense fire. ‘““Now, Silas Ryan,’’ he hiered: to himself, ‘‘you have fairly cut the oath that bound us. You have planned to killme. J don’t owe you anything now. My oath is of no use. We’il see who dies first. [ve Eomichbooks:.c¢co Se e : wt >», = a - 7