Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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a young man whom Reginald knew as an aid-de-camp of Gen. Clinton. In his hand he bore a foldeq paper. The young men bowed to each other, and then the stranger said, at the same time handing the paper which he bore, “T was commissioned by Gen. Clinton to bring you these instruc. tions. You are to follow them to the letter. ané he hones that you may be enabled to do good service to your count ny In his present mood Reginald felt in no humor for ihe ruption. Unfolding the paper, he hastily read its contents. He was informed that, in conjunction with a score of licht dragoons, who would be sent to did him he would soon nav the opportunity of crossing swords with the man who above all others, he now hated—John Vale. Under the guidance of fice Domai ae Swamp was to be invaded; for Gen. pom aine ea ' at Nat Ernshaw’s brigade was there “Do you intend to return to Charleston >” turning to the aid-de-camp. “Tmmediately. Such were my orders,” ~ “Then you will inform Gen. Clinto ' readiness to obey his orders; and, vidi fe A ok 7 ments of which he speaks—though I see no real Hibalite“ash them—-shall arrive, I will proceed to attack the rebels T 0 him, from me, that I desire something of th PP stirring life; for this inactive state of affair a man crazy.” “T will say this to him,” a bowed himself out of the MOST. Het me young man, and When the messenger had departed i : pate: ati 1H8 WHITH mart ie ote resumed his “Too bad! too bad!” burst from his lips. “This rebel beauty has twined herself about my heart until I—I. who could pass through all the gayeties of London life with a heart untouched—am almost her slave! By all that’s holy and unholy, she shall not triumph thus! II make her come down on her knees and Bbeg—ay, beg in vain—for that which I have so freely offered her. By heavens! it makes my blood boil when I think of it. She, with her soft, baby face wear- ing a smile of contempt—I, like a school-boy, kneeling at her feet, asking her for her love! She shall learn what it is to 42 CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NAtT’s BRIGADE. | ) | inquired Preston, e kind—some more S18 enough to drive comicbooks.conn