Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 31: what you’re looking at

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a : “ wHo 1s HE? ies _. “© What is his name ?” “Whose name? Old unc’s ?” “ No—that speaker’s name.” ‘You heard what he said about it.” — “ He said he might be the devil.” __ . “To be sure. Take his word for it, then. I am sure he pught to know. If he says he is the devil, let him have the Credit. I don’t want it.” “But you certainly ought to know a man like him when you see him. Now, what 7s his name ?”’ “T heard him called Edgar once. I don’t know whether it was Mr. Edgars or Edgar Jones or Smith or Robinson; the names he gave you the choice of that day. He knows his © own name. Better ask him.” “Tl tell you why we are so particular about him,” said the Tory, with a sudden. burst of confidence. ‘We think here that he is somehow connected with the Schuylers, and all the men in Johnson’s barony hate the Schuylers like death, and we would like to pick a hole in his coat if he ts Schuyler.” | , A shade passed over the face of the boy, it might have beer of anger. But, the Johnson man did not notice this. ‘Tommy bent closer over his plate, and swallowed the food pretty fast. At last he spoke : “What makes you think he is a Schuyler?” “Dave thinks so. He is down on him like death.” “ For knocking him down ?” yey 63,” rear “You may be right,” said the lad. _“ He may be a Schuy- ler for what I know to the contrary. There; have that girl take away these things. I-haven’t any appetite.” | “T shouldn’t think you would have,” said the other; laugh- ing. “ Here, Madge.” : An Indian woman, who had brought in the food, came in and took away the dishes, Tommy looking on the while, and picking his teeth. He then went out with his companion, - and made himself very free with the Johnson men, who were lounging about in the court, and whistling or playing cards with greasy and well-thumbed packs. He kept them in 4 roar until late at night, telling them of his remarkable CORNIC DOO <SxCOln)