Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 29: what you’re looking at

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A LIBERTY-BOY, — B: go back to the town and distribute the stamps, I will have you sent to prison as a traitor.” “Don't let him scare you, old codger, ” said Tommy. “I -reckon there’s boys enongh to back you if you do right.” Sir John stamped his foot angrily: ‘Speak, sir! Do you agree to keep your office? No stammering—no prevarication. Say, in so many words, whether you will or whether you will not.” “Tf you will have it, then, I will not.” “What, ho!” cried Sir John. “ Without there !” Two or three men entered quickly. °: “ Lay hands on that old rascal, who is a traitor to his king. Take him away to the oak chamber. Take the boy and lock him up. He knows too much.” The men advanced to seize the two, but sParted back in considerable alarm, when Tommy drew a pistol and cocked it: ‘I didn’t come here to be taken, and I will shoot any man who tries to lay a hand upon him or me. We came here in good faith, and we are going away safe.” rs “You are a plucky lad,” said Sir John, laughing. “I don’t - like te interfere with you, Clear out and look after your uncle. You have my word that you shal] not be harmed. As for our friend here, I am a magistrate, and claim my right to seize him.” “ You will give him a fair trial?” 4c Yes. ” “Then I won’t say any more stout it now. Ill go out and see if I can find my unc. Just as like as not he has migrated ag’in. He is just about the all-firedest man for migration yew ever did see. It beats all how many places I’ve gone to and tried to find him and couldn’t. Keep up a good heart, old fox. Don’t let them scare you. If they hurt you, just let me know, and the Liberty-boys will rare up powerful and wipe every Tory out of the valley. They will, by hokey !” “Are you a Liberty-boy ?” asked Johnson. “Wa-al, I guess I am, kinder. That is to say, I like to see every one dew just as he darn pleases. That's where A live, When you try to climb me, you bark up the wrong tree. “Yew dew. ” . “Here,” said the baronet, “take this boy down to the Ccomiclbooks.cornn