Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 13 of 108
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TRACKED BY THE SPY. ‘ 15 On this night, Timothy Turner was wending his way home from a tavern which stood on the road about three-quarters of # mile from.his house. As he turned from the door, he thought Le heard tle sounds of a rapidly approaching horseman. Pausing for 2 moment,-to see whether his ears did not deceive ‘him, he discovered the dusky figure of the rider.. As he passed the tavern, and by the light which streamed from the door, Turner caught sight of the man. It wag Nathaniel Ernshaw. “Ha! curse him, what is Ae doing, riding about at this time of night? Its no good Wild Nat is after; blast him, if I could but lay my hands on his carcass, I would show him a touch of my nature. If ever I get the chance, he shall. pay dear for what he has done.” | The ruffian kept on his journey down the road, straining his eyes to follow the fast-flitting figure before him. When Ern- shaw came to the lane which led in to Mr. Stoddart’s dwelling, he reined in his horse, and, dismounting, threw open the gate, Turner, who had followed as closely as possible, on seeing the the direction of Nat’s errand, stealthily drew near to the Spot. . Nathaniel drew up to the house, and knocked on the door, The knocking brought a middle-aged man to-the door. Hold-. ing a candle above his head, he took a careful suryey of the visitor. | “Why, Nat, is it you?” said the squire. "“ What brings you here at this time of night? Come in,” | “No, I thank you, squire. For once in my life I have business to attend to. I was over to see John Vale, but found that he was not home, If he is here I wish you would ask him to step to the door for a few minutes. I have something mnportant to say to him.” " “Well, he’s here, sure enough; and if you won’t come in, why I will have to send him out—that is, if he is willing.” The old squire then entered the house again, to make N at’s ‘requisitién known to the ‘son of his neighbor. Timothy Turner had, in the mean time, approached to within hearing - . distance, and now stood ready to note every word that. was uttered. He scented gold and revenge in the issue of that Interview, | ; John Vale soon made his appearance. The two young men shook each other cordially by the hand. Ticouwtichemss.com