Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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50 “CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NA1’S BRIGADE, from the barn. Along this passage, with swift steps, part of the tories flew ; while some dozen or se, unable to shake o their assailants, still sought to make good their resistance. The door of the spring-bouse was burst open, and Graham rushed out, followed by fifteen or sixteen of his fellows; with- out pausing to see if they were pursued, they made the best of their way to the woods, but fifty rods away. | Nat Ernshaw had dispersed the tories, Ata loss of but three men killed, and several severely wounded, he had dis- posed of thirty desperate plotters against society and ‘the liber- ties of his country. | CHAPTER VIII. TIMOTHY TURNER AFTER HIS GAME. TURNER, anxious to get matters in train for securing the re- ward promised him by Captain Preston, did not suffer grass to grow under the feet of his horse while he journeyed to Charleston. Although he was not one of those who are desirous 6f having a partner in their wicked deeds, yet this abduction was a business which he could not well accomplish without help. For this reason he was well satisfied to follow. Preston’s ad- vice, and search out Tom Blanchard. Jim Fagan’s tavern, was a building well known to Timo- ‘thy, who had, more than once, passed through its portals. ‘Though frequented by a “pretty hard crowd,” the peace was but seldom brqken in the building—Fagan, a tall, broad- shouldered Irishman, having made up his mind that he alone was privileged to do all the fighting which took place upon his premises. More than once had Turner passed the portals of Fagan’s dwelling, and he had, also, often noted the very Tom Blanchard whem Preston had recommended as an as-” sistant. They were “ drinking acquaintances,” for, though the sraitor was not a man to indulge in drinking to excess, he nevertheless was fond of an occasional glass; “it sharpened his wits and braced his nerves amazingly,” he BIATOO os Cora