The Yankee Champion — page 167: what you’re looking at

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160 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. A smile of derision passed over Walter’s features, as he glanced upon the cowering villain, and still holding the pistol at an aim, he said: *‘Now, don’t tell me alie. Beware, if you do. Who is that man who was here when I left the room?”’ ‘‘He’s a—a—oh, don’t hold that pistol so near. ’’ ‘“W ho—is—he?—I—asked—you,’’ came from Wal- ter’s lips, in long drawn, fearfully emphasized parts. ‘‘He’s Silas Ryan!’’ fearfully uttered Dow, with lips as livid as a lightning-scathed flesh-spot. ‘You answer me weli,”’ said the young man, with a glowing eye. ‘‘Now, what is your name?” ‘‘Tchabod Dow, sir.”’ ‘A very good name, indeed. And now, sir, I have a question of still greater importance to ask you. Remember—if you would live, answer me at once, and with truth. What has become of Gideon and Helen Ryan?”’ — €T don’t know, sir.”’ Ah ie “As God is my judge, sir, I do not know. Oh, don’t shoot me. If I should die at this moment I couldn’t tell you any more.’’ ‘‘Have they not been killed?” ‘No, sir—no, sir.’’ ‘‘Neither of them?’’ ANG. SIT.” “Then how came they to leave this house?”’ ‘‘Because——”’ **Answer!”’ | ‘Oh. don’t! Because they would have been mur- dered if they stayed here!’’ ‘Who would have murdered them?” “There wouldn’t anybody have killed them both, but Baxter set out to destroy the boy.” | com <