Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 48: what you’re looking at

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= = er .. e 2 w THE SONS OF LIBERTY. “ Yield, you scoundrel! I tell you that if you move hand or foot. you are a dead man—yield, I say !” “What do you want me to do?” demanded Guy, sullenly. _ “Mount your horse and ride away. I have nothing to say to you beyond that, Guy Johnson,” was the answer. ‘¢ You are free with my name. What may yours be ?” “I do not intend to tell you.. Mount your horse and be off; I am strongly tempted, even now, to make you take up your sword and fight this quarrel out.” Guy stooped to look at his horse’s knee which had suffered some injnry. In this position he drew a small pistol from his bosom and fired it at the head of the other. Inhis haste he missed his aim, and the next moment was struck down by a crashing blow from th@ heavy basket hilt of his enemy’s sword. He then broke Guy’s sword, threw the pistols into the river and mounted, taking Miriam upon his saddle-bow. “Are you going to leave him there?” she said, softly. “He has a hard head; it will recover soon. Do not give himi a moment’s thought. ” They rode away quickly, leaving Guy lying where he fell. Before they had fairly disappeared he rose, shook his fist after the retreating forms and looked after his weapons. Finding nothing but the broken sword, he mounted the lame horse and walked him up the river, cursing the unlucky fate which had caused him to fall in with the stranger, and wrested the beautif2 girl from his grasp. CHAPTER VI. THE TORY'S TRIUMPH. For some days all was quiet on the river. The stranger put up at the house of Connor, while Guy Johnson disappeared. _ Where he had gone no one knew, David was seen from time to time in Schenectady, wearing a gloomy face, in which, however, lurked a satisfied expression, as if he knew that his time was coming. Scouts, sent out by the Sons of Liberty, CommiclOolks.conn