Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE BATTLE-GROUND. : 81 tion of the money was in the hands of Americans, and proba- bly they were whigs. What thoughts’ passed through his brain in the course of that ride, it is hard to state; but, long ere the journey’s end . was reached, his mind was settled as to the course to be pur- Bued. The fortune he would have, and Turner should be the fool through which he should reach it. Riding side by side, _ the now deliberate villain and his tool occasionally spoke to- gether, but Preston was too much engaged in perfecting his plans to ask more than an occasional question; while Turner, cunning, and quick of divination, had a partial clue to what was in the mind of the British partisan. | When the British reached the spot on which the conflict of the preceding night had taken place, they found all traces of ‘the struggle removed. Four or five newly-made mounds tes- tifled that the rebels were too brave and generous to let the corpses of their foes remain festering in the sun. Here and _ there, among the short grass, deep red stains and pools of co- agulated blood marked the spot where the men had fallen;. a broken plume, a glove, ora torn epaulet—these were the only signs of the slaughter. Horses, men, arms—all had disap- peared, and the Britons had the consolation of knowing that When they should meet this brigade of rebels, they would -find them armed with tried weapons of Great Britain’s own furnishing. The men looked mournfully around; for soldiers have hearts, and are capable of warm attachments; and here many a comrade, with whom they had spent many happy hours, had bit the dust. Preston marked the direction which Ernshaw had taken, for his trail was plainly visible; but, as his orders were to retire toward Charleston as soon as he had performed the last Sad offices for the fallen, he dared not go in pursuit, although , his men were eager enough for a fray. Disappointment was Plainly visible on more than one face, when the order came for & return, but no murmurs were raised. Slowly the pro- “8310. emerged from the woods, and crossed Cedar Creek, taking the road which led toward the farm-houses, where Qap- tain Preston was to take up his headquarters. | Mrs. Vale had, long ere this, heard the result of the con- flict, for her son had returned at early dawn. It was to stay Conniclooolkksscom