Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 64 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 64: what you’re looking at
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66 TIM, THE SCOUT. “A large force. I had no idea he had’so many. ‘Are you sure you are not deceived ?” “Not a bit. By the way, Ed. Lewis sint a message to you, captain.” “He did?) What was it?” There was a slight stir in the bushes at the. nest and answer. The captain looked sharply about him.) The noise had ceased, slight as it was. It might have been a bird or rabbit. Ashamed that he had allowed so slight a thing to startle him, the captain sha ose to the Irishman for his an- swer. “ His message eneitete. him when you find him again.” “And did you promise to do it ?” “ Vig.” The captain laughed aloud. * When are you going to do the job ?” “ Now !” shouted Tim, throwing himself suddenly upon the captain, and inclosing his wrists. in a vice-like grasp, at the same time flinging him back upon the sod. ‘“ Come out !” The last two words were intended as a signal, at which four men sprung from the thicket. They were just in’ time. By the exertion of his immense strength, the captain had wrenched one hand free, and was striking out desperately at the face of Tim, who parried the blows as well as he could, though he got one or two hard ones, which brought blood every time. The foyr men threw themselves upon the Eng- lishman, and a terrible struggle ensued, resulting in binding the captain hand and foot. Ed. had taken no part in the capture, but stood a few feet away, looking on quietly, ready to lend assistance when needed, But the work was done without him, and the men arose panting. “Who are you?” cried Wilson, looking at the Ivighmian. “ You dotble traitor, what is your name ?”. ae “JT belave I did make a bit av a mistake whin I gave you me name the other day. I tould ‘ye it was McCarty. Any man can make a mistake like that. But my name is Tina Whalen, not Tim McCarty-” : gat “T repeat that you are a black traitor; a liar wind a scoun- drel of the deepest dye.” “Any more swate names ye wud be plaised to call ine? conmicloooks.Cconn