Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 70: what you’re looking at

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72 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. “Ay,” replied the stout Whig. ‘No other.” “Take that, then,” shouted the sheriff, firing a pistol at the speaker. The bullet whistled close to his ear, and, as the Tory drew in his head, forty or fifty muskets were discharged with no other effect than a slight flesh wound, though the win- dow was riddled in every direction. This was the first shot fired west of the Hudson during the Revolution. It was un- lucky that they fired together at the sheriff, as the dis charge was heard at the Hall, and Sir John at once discharg- ed a musket as a signal to his retainers and Scotch partisans. This was known to the Whigs, and, as he could gather five hundred men against them in a very short time, and as their own number for the present was small, they prudently gave up their designs upon the sheriff. “You must have a horse,” said Sammons, ‘“ Jacob, where is Black Jane ?” “ Tied under the tavern shed,” replied Jacob. “ Bring her here,” said the old man. The young man hurried away, returning soon after upon the back of the mare, upon which he had ridden to rouse the Whigs for the rescue of the young captain. “ Dismount, said the elder Sammons. Jacob got down without a worc and placed the bridle in his father’s hand. “T speak for my sons and myself, sir, when I say that if we never see the mare again you are welcome to her. But, if you find any means to return her to us, we should be glad to have you do it, as she is a favorite horse with my son Jacob.” “T accept your courtesy,” said Edgar, throwing himself into the saddle. “And if ever I-—” “ This is no time for idle ppeaches,. ” interrupted the other. “ Away, sir, and God guide you.” ° 2 “ Guod-by, then, friends. We shall meet again soon,” said Edgar, turning the mare's head down the street, while the Johnsons could be heard gathering at the Hall. “ Scatter!” said Sammons. “Every. man for himself” 8 well was this obeyed, that in ten minutes not a Whig could mes seen in — the streets of Johnstown. J . Eomicbooks.com =