Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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4 A PARTING WHOOP. 8? “My sister?” said John excitedly, as he vaulted into his saddle. | “Yes, your sister; but follow me. I attend you in the ride to-night ; and henceforth until this war-is endedjand the col- onies have gained their independence, I shall be found fight- ing for my country.” Following close behind, Vale stopped when his guide stopped, and the two remained perfectly silent for a moment. The sound of a horse’s steps were distinctly heard. Nearer and nearer they came, then a whistle, to which Hunt replied, and the approaching horseman was soon by the side of the two. “ Thank Heaven it has turned out so well;” said Ernshaw, and a well-known voice sounded in the ears of Vale, “O John ! are you there ?” “Kate!” ex@aimed John. “Kate, and safe !” “Yes! safe and saved !” | _ Ernshaw had ridden close up to John, and the fair young girl stretched out her hand to her brother. Lifting her from her place, he seated her in front of his saddle, and printed a kiss with all a brother’s affection upon her cheek. “ This street is no place for explanations,” said Hunt. “ We must be _far away before morning comes. We have many miles to ride before we can say we are in safety.” “On then!” said John.. “ Here is a light heart fit for the dark night! Hurrah!’ burst from his lips. F “ Are you crazy, man!” said Hunt, “to thus run the risk of arousing the sentinels on the lines? We are not yet beyond their hearing; and a word might be fatal to us all.” . “Thats true,” answered Ernshaw; “but, I own I would like to give one good whoop asa parting salutation.” “Now for it, boys!” exclaimed Hunt as he led the way in the early morning dimness, for the darkness was lifting its trailing robes, and the morning was streaking the east with its golden arrows. Away, past houses, sentinels, barriers, following the lead of Simon Hunt, sped the fugitives ; through the early hour that preceded the morning, through the misty light of day-breaking, into the full glories of the morning; and hard behind rode Reginald Preston with his troop of dragoons. Certainly not commiclbooks.com: