Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 96: what you’re looking at

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(8 THE SONS OF LIBEE YY | = returned to their homes, and Miriam went wie them. Captain Chambers hung at her bridle-rein all the way, and whispered ~ many things which made her hang down het head and blush. What he said, I can not tell, but I think she understood him. The Johnsons did not keep their parole long. In a short time they were detected in stirring up the Indians to mutiny, when the Whigs again assembled. Sir John collected his sd- herents and the Tories of Tryon, and fled to Canada. There he organized, of the force thus obtained, the regiment which rendered itself so infamous in Revolutionary history, “ The Royal Greens.” Guy Johnson and David Connor went with him as well as the Meekers, vowing vengenance at some future day. Oriskany was nearly over, when that last ruse of John- son’s Greens made such hayoc in the ranks of the-patriots. The effect of that ruse is well known in history. But the sturdy valor of the Tryon county Whigs was too much for the Tories, who had not the zeal for right which inspired — their opponents. Fighting in the van of Johnson’s Greens, his face white with passion, rode Guy Johnson, cutting a bloody path to the spot where Captain Chambers, unhorsed in the fierce combat, was sweeping his glittering blade from side to side, and sending many a Tory to his last account. “You and I are well met at Oriskany, Edgar Cie, he cried. z' “ Well met, indeed,” answered the other, sternly, stall down a savage who was creeping up to get a blow at him with a hatchet. “Ihave a long list of insults and injuries to avenge, and what better time than now. Your sword is in your hands. Guard yourself, in God’s name.” Instead of answering, Guy fired a pistol at him at half range. The ball struck him in the shoulder, inflicting a painful wound. Flinging the discharged pistol at his head, he closed with the sword. At the first blow the captain dis- abled his horse, and the Tory flung himself from. the saddle, while Edgar generously refrained from striking him. The men about them fell back by a common impulse, and watched the _ fray between the two champions. Their blows came and went like lightning: the eye could scarcely follow the flashing Comicbooks.;com