Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 14 of 108
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16. © CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NAT’S BRIGADE. tion which ensued it is unnecessary to detail. Eyery wore. of it was overheard by the spy. . When, at length, John expregsed his determination of joining the company which his friend was raising, Turner rubbed his hands. in high glee, as he muttered to himself: | “You shall find out, Mr. John Vale, and you, Mr. Nathaniel . Ernshaw, that Timothy Turner is not the proper man to slight. This intelligence is worth ten golden guineas to me, and the revenge besides.” : | “As my mother approves of it, ’m with you, Nat. When and where do we meet? Let me know the rendezyous, and trust me but I'll be there.” <P- “There was some talk,” replied Nat,.“‘of meeting in the swamp, but that is too far for the most of us,. So that is out of the question; but you know Clingman’s mills and the pine woods that run back from the creek. . If you enter the woods by the path immediately opposite the mill, you will find a small clearing. That is the spot. Be on hand by ten o'clock to-morrow night, and I promise you that your eyes will be gladdened by the sight of thirty young men, all. good, stout patriots—ready, if need be, to die for their country.” “And I can assure you,” said Turner, to himself, “that you'll see the greater part of them do so, unless something very unexpected prevents it.” “You can depend on me, Nat,” said John, Again shaking hands, Ernshaw mounted his horse, and galloped, away. Turner waited until the clatter had died away, and then silently hastened in the direction of his dwelling. Arriving there, he sought the shed which covered his horse. . Hurriedly saddling the beast, hg rode off toward the city of Charleston, twenty miles distant. | Gen. Clinton, the military commander in Charleston, had scarcely arisen, on the following morning, when his servant announced a man waiting to speak with him. 7 “Who is he?” was the general’s inquiry. _ “te says that his name is Turner—that he rode twenty. nies last night to bring you an important piece of news.” _ “Turner? Then I think I know the man. He is one of those tory hounds we find it necessary to use. Tl vouch for it, he is planning some picce of rascality. Admit him.” + conniclooks. conn