Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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THE DOG AND THE SOLDIER. 33 candition of affairs. At the sound of her call, Lion forgot his purpose, and, with a quick bound, leaping by, his, would-be Slayer, stood by the side of: Miss Yale. , | Captain Preston saw what had transpired, and called to the Man to relinquish his purpose—for he had turned as if to fol- low the creature. With a surly obedience the fellow obeyed. With a low bow to the fair young girl, who’still stood in the doorway, the captain struck spurs into his charger’s sides, and galloped away, his men following at the same rate of speed. Catherine and her mother gazed after them, and, as the maiden caressed the shaggy head of Lion, she gave vent to her feel- ings, by saying to her mother in.a low, half musing tone: “Notwithstanding all the cruel deeds that have been commit- ted by these forcign soldiers, there seems to be a. little good in some of them. So they would kill you, my brave Lion, for trying to defend your home? You must be more careful next time, or you may get yourself into an unpleasant difficulty, from which you can not come with a whole skin.” The dog shook his head gravely, and looked up into the face of his mistress, as though he understood the advice given him, but was rather uncertain, whether or no he should. take it, THe gave a low bark and wagging his tail threw himselt, on the floor, while Catherine resumed her sewing. Great. was the consternation of the good old whigs, Phillips and Tappan, when a troop of British cavalry came dashing along the road, and drew up in front of the dwelling of the former. In answer to a heavy knock, the old man himself came to the door. Reginald Preston related to him the orders of General Clinton. Where he could find accom- modationg for thirty or thirty-five men, was a question that . puzzled the good old man for a time, but he consoled himself With the thought that he would be no worse off than his neigh- hor Mr. Tappan—toward whose house the remainder of the ‘FOODS were being led by their captain. As there was no possible good to be gained by demurring, Mr. Tappan, like Mr. Phillips, obeyed the order. of his uninyi- ted guests with seeming alacrity, and did his best to ingratiate himself With those who had the power to resent any fancied ill-treatment, : , CGomiclooksteonn