Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 89: what you’re looking at

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’ 4 r a é % , ae : Ot ae © -A CRY ANSWERED. | 91 “ What would you do?’ he demanded. ‘“ Would you mur- der me ?” “TF would not call it murder to kill you, dog that you are. We slay any fierce and savage thing that threatens us, and why should I hesitate abont you who are more. ruthless than. the lion in his worst mood, for men give him the quality of generosity, while you do not know what that means.” | “Hear, hear,’ muttered Tommy. ‘“ Wouldn’t I like to make a button-hole in his jacket, though? I'll do it,,too, if he will give me half a chance.” | “ Be reasonable,” said.Guy. “ What can youdo? I am not fool enough to come within reach of that knife, but there are those near at hand who will make no more of it than a sword in the hand of a child; Caleb.” The huge form of Caleb Meeker darkened the doorway “ What's wanted ?” he demanded, briefly. “Take away that knife.” Caleb advanced toward the daring girl. ‘“ Come, my pretty poppet,” he said. “Give up that toothpick. ’Tain’t no man- ner of use to sech'as you. Give it up hyar. Eee “ Don’t touch me, or I shall do you an injury, cried Miri- am, grasping the knife firmly. “ You don’t think I am afraid of that little weepon ?” said Caleb, laughing. ‘ We ain’t the sort of little boys to scare that a-way. Come, you can’t hurt with it more than if it was a pin.” “Try, me and see,” said she, angrily, making a pass at him with the knife, and touching him slightly on the arm. ‘This incensed him, and he sprung upon ker, seized her by the wrist, and wrested the blade frem her hand. In her desperation she cricd out for help, and it came. The ruffian was handling her roughly, dragging her along at arm’s-length, when a pistol cracked suddenly and a ball whistled through his brain, The action was so sudden that Guy stood in stupid amazemeut for some moments, looking at the prostrate form of the Tory. Where the shot had come from he could not tell, or how soon he might fall by the same hand, The. hesitation. was only momentary, for he dashed open the door and darted out into. the little clearing. No one was in sight, and all the Meekers, including the old woman, had gone out to prepare the lodge in the woods for the reception of the prisoner. He ra round —~e ate commiclookssceonn