Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 75: what you’re looking at

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gince the day I cnastised him for his insolence up the river.” “JT have had an eye upon him. It will be a sad day for him when we come to settle for that insult. to my sister, Th2 Indian blood in his veins is better than the white, for the Jehnson blood is hot, crafty and cruel. Look at these two baronets, Guy and John. Their tenantry cling to them more through fear than love. They say that this Guy Johnson is the son of the old baronet, by Molly Brandt, and was sent away to nurse at New York, as he was a favorite of his father’s. Nothing could. be gained by proclaiming his true father, or you should hear him boast of it. As it is, he is only a nephew of Sir Guy Johnson, and came from England to try his fortune in this new world. A plausible story, but one which is worn to threads by long use.” ‘How far is it to Mr. Fenton’s ?” “ About a mile,” said the other, looking nervously up the river in the direction John had gone. . “ He will not let the grass grow under his feet. Come in, and see a gun I have had sent me from New York. It is a rifle, I am a good shot, and like that piece the best.” They went into the house and examined the new gun—one of those heavy, long-barreled pieces made in those days, to oe carry a small ball. The riflemen of our day would find some difficulty in firing off-hand with such a gun, After it had been looked over, and commented upon, they wandered rest- lessly out of the house and crossed the fields to the place where Mr. Connor was superintending some logging. He did not join in their fears for Miriam, and pooh-poohed any such . idea. They passed a miserable half hour and were strolling - back to the house, when they saw John riding with reckless speed down the river-bed toward them. .They ran hastily across a wide field and met him. “She ig not there,” he cried, hoarsely. “Not there! Where is she ?” “God knows. She is not there and- she has not been there at all. They waited for her last night and were sure she would come as she had promised, but they did not see her.” _ “Your fears were well founded, Captain Chambers. What thal we do? Which way ‘shall we turn ?” 2 COMmMIEOOOKS. COnn