The Yankee Champion — page 163: what you’re looking at

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156 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. placing his left hand pistol in his bosom, he contin- ued, as he raised the lamp: ‘‘T believe, however, I shall satisfy myself of the fact by examining the chambers above.’’ A shade of uneasiness passed over the features of Ryan, but he soon composed himself, and by one of the most impressive aspects he was capable of giv- ing, he managed to hold Dow quiet. ‘‘Are you going to leave us in the dark, sir?’’ aata | the old man, with much coolness. ‘‘Oh, there’s no need of that,’’ returned Walter. “You can accompany me.”’ ‘*No—we’ll remain here.’’ ‘Just as you please. I sha’n’t be gone long.”’ And as Walter thus said, he opened the door that led to the chambers, and passed through. “Good thunder! Ryan, you ought not to have let him gone up stairs,’’ uttered Low, as soon as Wal- — ter had gone. ‘“What’s the hurt?” “Hurt? Why, he’ll see the blood on Gideon’s floor.”’ ‘And what if he does! It wouldn’t be half so dan- gerous as your accursed stupidity liked to have proved.”’ “Oh, don’t blame me, Ryan, for I didn’t exactly understand what you were upto. Egad, but that was a glorious thought of yours. He don’t suspect that we belong here.’’ ‘“‘T don’t believe he suspects anything yet.”’ “But then you ought not to have let him go up there.”’ “Don’t be a fool, Dow. Dead men tell no tales. That man is Walter Nixon, and he goes not from comicbooks.com — . * r ta paihere Civ > : i ' le Say ate po oe be i AY oy 2k ; ois ihe Plt aft . I, Ie a * ie ri me m1 4