Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 17: what you’re looking at

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A SMALL FELLOW. a. A dead silence fell, broken at intervals by low whispering, as the two young men went aside and talked to each other in low tones. The plan of the stranger appeared to strike - Richatd favorably, and he soon fell in with it. Coming back, he called out five men by name, including John, and told them that he was about to take them on a service which required, above all things, caution and silence. Instructing the rest of the men to stay where they were, he left the woods, accom-~- panied by the stranger and his five chosen companions, and set out for the village. Once near it, they separated, and. came into town from different directions, strolling along care- lessly, with their guns under their arms. John, according to previous instructions, made his way to the Royal George, where he found quite a group. of men congregated. Entering the crowd unperceived, he listened to the conversation which was carried on by the royalists. “Dave is the best one in the lot,” one of them was saying. e Dick and Jack belong’ to the ons of Liberty. Dave is afraid they mean some mischief to old Joram Whitehead, the stamp-oflicer, and he swears that if they do any thing he will order the Greens to fire upon them. Sir John is raging, When Dave told him about the meeting here, he jumped up, knocked down a little darky who happened to be nearest his hand, broke the chair he was sitting in, and sent Dave off to rouse up his company. The knight himself is coming pretty s00n,” ‘Are they watching Whitehead’s house ?” asked a small fellow, who stood leaning against a pillar, not far away from John. . Every one looked at the speaker, for he was a stran- ger in the town. There was a peculiar twang, too, in his voice, which told of his Massachusetts lineage. He bore their close scrutiny with undisturbed composure. “ When you fellers git tired of looking at me, prehaps yew will answer my question. I guess it ain’t hard to do,” “Pears to me this town is running over with strangers,. Here ig a man knocks a king’s officer down in the very streets, and another is as pert as a three- month- old calf: because a man looks at him,” grumbled a royalist. * Who are you, my young bantam ?” ry : “Yew didn’t take the trouble to ask before. Ef it will be conmicloooks.ecOnn