The Yankee Champion — page 169: what you’re looking at

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162 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. the woods. Walter could see by the height and size of the figure that it was Ryan. He did not stay to gaze long after the fleeing man, for he heard a deep groan at the spot from which Ryan had fled, and hastening up he found Dow stretched upon the frosty sward. “Oh, Silas Ryan,”’ groaned the fallen man. “This isn’t Ryan. He’s fled and left you.’’ “Is that you, Captain Nixon?”’ 3 ‘“Yes,’’? returned the young man, bending down and raising the head of the Tory in his lap. Dow strained his faltering eye, but he seemed not to have the power of discovering objects around him, for he looked not into the face of Walter, though evidently he sought it. “Oh, captain, do you believe I shall die?’’ he said, in fearful accents. | “I don’t know. Where are you shot?’’ ‘‘Here—here,’’ returned Dow, painfully raising his hand to his left breast. ‘Did Silas Ryan do it?’’ “Yes. He thought ’twas you.” ‘Then I have reason to thank him for his mis- take.”’ ‘‘But you don’t think I shall die, sir?’’ ‘I don’t see how you can help it,’’ returned Wal- ter, as he placed his finger upon Dow’s wrist, and found that the pulse was weakening fast. “Oh, ’'m not fit to die!” groaned the wretch. ‘‘My soul is black with sin.’’ ‘You should have thought of that before. You might have escaped this fate had you been true to your country.”’ ‘If I die, Silas Ryan will be the only one left. He comicbooks.cor