Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 78: what you’re looking at

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80 CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NAT'S BRIGALE, the jailer has gone around for his nightly inspection, and that, at three o’clock in the morning I will be near you. One thing I forgot to tell you—I sent word to Nat Ernshaw con- cerning the position in which you were placed, and I should not be surprised if his brigade would, some time before this, have set out toward Charleston. But I hear steps coming down the passage—I suppose my time is up. Good-by, till to- night. Keep a good heart, and you yet can snap your fingers to your heart’s content at Gen. Clinton and Timothy Turner,” The door opened; the jailer made his appearance, crying, “'Time’s up!” Accordingly Hunt took leave of his pretended brother-in-law, and followed the man from the cell, chatting + all the while very familiarly with him. wig) It was near ten o’clock, and Simon Hunt was making up a bundle of those things which he would be likely to want. He ail the while hummed to himself snatches of a song much in vogue with the rebel partisans of that day. “At Bunker Hill we met the foe, To spoil their calculation ; We knock’d the British to and fro, And lick’d ’em like tarnation.”’ Thus the bravye-hearted smith was humming, when there came a knocking on the door. Immediately he put an end to his song, and bundled away his things in a great hurry, Opening his door, he saw Nat Ernshaw before him, Hunt, surprised, said not a word, but drew him into the house, care- fully closing the door and securely fastening it. He then said, rather sternly, “I think, Mr. Ernshaw, that you have acted. very rashly in entering Charleston. Your presence here could have been dispensed with, and I only sent you the message with regard to the capture of Mr. Vale, in order that you might be prepared to act with me, as I should hereafter detérmine.” “T know all that,” answered Nat, “ but I preferred runnirg the risk and seeing that no stone was left unturned to secure . the escape of my friend. According to your wish, my men will be at the designated spot at four o'clock to-morrow morn- ing, and will remain there for about two hours, J would sooner, though, that they could have time to get further away from the city under cover of darkness.” comicbooks.conm