Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 34: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

en PEE ys e oe —— .* «ea jo so 7% - : " . a 3 -" ‘ - « 96 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. black gelding he rode, and dashed down “the street with | shout, while the crowd impeded the progress of. the horse- ‘men; greeting them with any but kindly epithets. ‘I know thee, black Dave! Do you think we would trust you and your gang with a prisoner all the way to Johnson’s Hall? Youd murder him by the way,” cried one. “ Out upon you for a false knave!” said a stalwart blacksmith, as Dayid fired _ a second pistol after the retreating horseman who was seen to recl in his saddle. A cry of horror went up from the street, but he did not fall, and turned the corner with a loosened rein. , Two minutes after, David Connor and his men broke through the ranks of the Sons of Liberty, and started in pur- suit. But they found that the black horse trotted two miles — to their one, and that the chance of catching him was. fruit- less. They drew rein’and turned to go back to the town, Fifteen minutes afler they heard the thunder of coming hoofs, and turning in their saddles, they saw the black horse of the stranger, with blood upon the saddle and a broken rein, go by at a fearful pace. , ses cl “ Back, men !” cried David. “ The devil this man serves so well hath delivered him into our hands. I thought I hit him with that last shot.” | | They gave their horses free rein, and flew back over the — road they had lately traveled. A mile further on, they came to a spot where the soil was bloody as if a man had fallen. But the man they sought was nowhere in sight. The place was just upon the river-bank, which ran swiftly at this point. They could sce where he had dragged himself to the water’s edge, to a spot where a thicket of willows overhung the — stream. Had he thrown himself into the water, in the: par- — oxysm of pain, or had he preferred death to the chance of — capture? At least, he had not left the bank; tliat was cer- | tain, David rode up to his father’s house, which was in sight just up the river, and demanded if he had seen the stranger pass. He had not, and the Hérsemen returned, and rode slowly down ,the river, looking everywhere for the body of the stranger, but in vain. , er, The last ball from the pistol of Dave had indced struck the. | flying man in the shoulder, inflicting a painful wound. He F a! ee - comichooks.conn