Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 33: what you’re looking at

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A WARRANT, en ae “Ay. We a few days since, na I gaye you a warn- ing thst ft wouldenot be the last time. Then I attempted to arrest you, and failed. To-day I have come to arrest you, and I shall not fail. My men have orders to shoot you down if you resist. Yield.” The stranger stepped back a few paces, and drew his swonk “T shall not yield to any unjust demand. Let me know your authority for this step. Have you a warrant me “T have.” “By whom is it signed ?” “By Sir John Johnson.” “Let me see it.” David thrust his hand into his bosom, and drew out a paper, which he placed in the hands of the other. He read Sit carefully, and found it a warrant duly signed by Sir John, authorizing his arrest. He returned his sword to its sheath, and signified his readiness to yield to their demands. They had taken his horse from the stable, and he was just about to mount and go with them by virtue of the warrant, when loud cries gathered the Sons of Liberty ; and before the five horsemen could get out of the street, an angry crowd had gathered about them, which hustled their horses here and there, pushed in between them and the prisoner, and in various other ways signified their disapproval of the whole proceeding, Their object was evidently to gain time, and many minutes had not passed, when the two sons of Edward - Connor appeared, pressed their way into the crowd, and de- manded what was meant. “T am arrested by the warrant of Sir John Johnson,” er ied _ the stranger. “The cause needs you,” said Dick, in an earnest tone. “ Dare you. risk a shot by escaping now ?” “Try me.” b Dick gave a signal to the crowd, and pushed his horse into the space between his brother and the prisoner. David's Sword was out; and he was qngrily crying out against resist- ing the authority of the king, while the’ stranger sprung into the saddle hastily. His appearance was greeted by a~shot from David, and the bullet whistled through his cap. With- out waiting for another shot he turned the head of the fine = CoOnmicloOOlkSaeOlin |