Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 26: what you’re looking at

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28 _ THE SONS OF LIBERTY. of Hades, he did not dare to speak of what he had done. Even — the threats of David had no effect, except in strengthening his design of resigning his office. He set out next day to ride to Johnson’s castle, and Tommy, with a good humor which was hardly appreciated by Joram, volunteered to go with him and see him safe throngh, repeating the pleasant fiction about his “uncle” whom he wished so much to find. But, as he was not to be shaken off, the old man was forced to accept his- | company. | Tommy rode an obstinate little Connecticut pacer, which, at times, evinced a desire to travel entirely upon two feet, a course of action not at all to the taste of the rider, who was continually having struggles with his horse, in which he al- ways had the victory. At the close of the day they came in sight of the castle, and rode into the inclosure, Tommy serene as a May morn- ing, while the old man was in a fever. He had been consid- ering, all along the way, whether he ought not to give up the youngster as a breaker of the law, but the remembrance of the fearful night through which he had passed was too much for him. He dreaded to meet Sir John, who was a passionate » man; but it must be done. “Here we are,” said Tommy, cheerfully. “ Now, old man, climb down. Don’t be afraid. PLL back you to the last. They shan’t hurt you.” | “This can’t be a boy,” muttered the old man. “ It isn’t a boy. He knows more than a man, . The idea of his telling me not to be afraid and that he will back me. Ha! ha!” One of Johnson’s men, who was loitering about the court, told them where to put the horses, and where to get some- thing for them to eat. This done, the old man sent up his name to Sir John, and demanded an interview. It was grant- ed at once, and he was ushered into a large room, where the baronet sat at his supper. He looked up with an angry scow!, as Whitehead came in, which boded no good. “So you have come, sir,” he said. “T hear a bad account of you. My lieutenant, David Connor, tells me that you vers spirited away, last night.” | _“ Wa-al, he was, squire,” said Tommy, quietly. “ #-tarnal spirits, I guess.” | a Cconmiclooks.comn