Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 21: what you’re looking at

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“He is of the opinion that the stamps must be distributed.” . “Are you of that opinion ?” | — & Veg» . ) “Are you sure ?” _ “What do you mean? Ihave sworn to & .. Sir John has sworn to aid me and he will, I will do my duty.” “Then,” cried the stranger, drawing a pistol and placing it to the head of the officer, “ speak above a whisper, even, and I will scatter your brains upon the floor.” Joram staggered back against the wall, his teeth chattering, his eyes staring, and his face expressive of the utmost terror, glaring at the pistol within an inch of his nose. There was so much determination expressed in the words of the stran- ‘ger, that the officer never thought of disputing his authority. He was pinned to the wall, a gag thrust into his mouth and tied behiud his ears. This done, the stranger politely offered his left arm, took the pistol in the right, and attempted to lead the fellow out into the street. He struggled desperately. “Look you, my friend,” said the stranger, raising the pistol, “you must go with me, dead or alive. If you will come alive, well. If you will not come alive, very good; that is all fiere is to say upon the subject and we will take you dead. If you are tractable and do not make a fuss, you will go out safely and come back the same. If you do not, there are hands enough ready to dig your grave.” Joram ‘signified by his actions that he was ready to go, and was led out between the two. The other members of the party followed, keeping far enough out of sight, so that Jo- | ram should not recognize them, and hurried him out of the village. Once outside, they blindfolded him and hurried him along over a rough way until théy reached the woods. Here his hands were fastened behind him, he was tied to a tree, and his captors passed’on. Never, in the course of his miserable life, had the avaricious official endured such pangs as those he felt while he stood alone in the forest. What he heard appalled him. He could distinguish the sound of many voices in the distance, mingled with the murmur of the wind in the leaves, the howling of the wolves in the deeper forest, and the occasional yell ‘of the GAGGED AND BLINDFOLDED. _ 25 copnicloooks.comnn oT re ot ae Ser *' — i, petin.-ear" a! ot < >. “ Ae — S * - Ta ro : - : » .