The Yankee Champion — page 170: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION. 163 got us all to join him, and now we must all die and leave him behind to pocket the gold.’’ “Think not of gold now, Ichabod Dow,” said the young man, while a bitter sneer escaped him. ‘Silas Ryan will be worse off than you. The world of spirits contains not a soul more thoroughly guilty than is Ryan’s at this moment.”’’ “Captain Nixon, I can do good before I die.: Be- ware of Silas Ryan. He has sworn a most terrible oath that he won’t die till he has killed you and Gideon, and got the poor blind girl back into his — power. Look out for him, for he’ll creep around till he does it.’’ “Tell me, once more—do you know where Gideon and Helen have been carried?’’ asked Walter. ““No—I do not. Oh, I’m all on fire!’’ Walter raised the drooping head higher up, but it rested with a leaden weight upon his hands, and he could see that the eyes were turning up into the head. Then a hoarse gasping wail of anguish broke upon the cold air, the Tory’s hands fell heavily upon the ground, and the whole body sank, like a lump of lead, into quiet. Walter Nixon raised the face nearer and gazed upon the bloated features, but there were no marks of life there, and he let the head down upon the ground. He vet knelt by the corpse, when his ears caught the sound of a light footfall near him, and the rays of a light shot over the place. The young man sprang quickly to his feet, and raised a pistol. Not more than a rod distant he saw the dusky form of aman who held a dark lantern by his side, the light of which only served to make everything look more dark and gloomy about. (ae) EOmMmIGcDoOo “S m