Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 19: what you’re looking at

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A WELL-KNOWN FACE. 91 him by his right name as any other. The last ordér of the captain opened a way to inform ber of the name he had as- sumed, and trust to her native wit to keep the secret. He advanced at once. The dog rose slowly to his feet, and came forward to meet the intruder, without uttering a sound. But it was the silence of the Constitution approaching the Quer- riére ; a silence more awful than broadsides could ever be. Tim called the dog by his name. “Cain.” At the sound of his voice the Hod of the mastiff peatida to diminish to half its former size, and he put up his head or a caress, He knew the scout well. The strange pair went together to the side of the sleeping girl, and the noble brute looked up into the face of the man with a glance which seemed to say, “Have I not a’beautiful charge ?? ‘Tim stooped and touched her lightly on the shoul- der. She'started up, but seeing who it was, began to laugh. “Tim, good Tim, I am glad you have come. hag did you not come’ Wefoie pu He’ gave her an expressive glance and whispered in hes ear the name he ‘wished to be known by to the stranger, with an added injunction to “look out for him,” for le was “ pizon. " She laughed ‘and nodded. At the same moment Wilson is- ‘sued from the woods and came toward them, with what he meant for an agreeable smile upon his ‘face. But though James Wilson was a handsome man in form, he could never be so in face. ‘There was too much of sullen ferocity in the outlines of the lower part of his fate and in the deep-set eyes. Cain bristled up the moment he appeared, ‘and made a start toward him, but the voice of his mistress ‘silenced him, and he came back and lay at lier feet, blinking at the man in any thing but ‘a gratified way, much ‘to the delight of Tim. “The good baste knews the blaguard,” he thought. “ Bully for Cain.” “You have a-rough guard there, Miss,” said Wilson. “Rough, but faithful,” said Lizzie, looking down at the dog. “T ask no better guard. ‘What man dare touch me when Cain is at hand? TI go where I choose in the woods, and he is my protector.” “Do you live far from here ?” he asked, connicloooks. com