Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 65: what you’re looking at

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‘ THE CAPTAIN DUPED. 67 Don’t be bashful. Spit them out.. Sure I’m. not so modest that a bad name or so from a dirthy snake av a Britisher makes any difference to me.. Phat? wud ye have me tell me . inimy that me name was Whalen, and that I was a scout ay Harrison’s? Phat wud Ido that for at all, whin ye tould me yoursilf that ye stood ready to shoot me down av I tould ye sich a word? Ye have only yoursilf to blame in the mat- ther. It’s fooled ye are intirely, ye thafe ay adog.” —s.. ‘“ Fooled—duped by an ignorant bog-trotter, whom I ought to have known for a born liar. -Who betrayed me?” “T did, captain dear.” o Don’t call me that again, or the moment I get my hands free T’ll kill you.” “Kape your timper, man—kape vour timper.- ‘Sure it won't do you any good to git mad. Tye done me bist to kape ye comfortable. I Jet ye have yer talk out wid Miss Lizzie to-day, if Masther Ed. was crazy to be at you, long ago.” — ‘ Master Ed.? . Who do-you mean. ?” bil “Sure it’s Captain Ed. Lewis, acushla. There he is fore- ninst ye now.” Ed. now came forward. : HT Woes “Stand aside, Tim,” he said... “No talking with the pris- Oner in future. Thisis one of the reverses of which we some- timed hear, captain. We have met before, as I think.” “ We are likely to meet again,” said the captain. “ What do you mean to do with me 2” “Of course you are to go to Harrison’s camp. The Gen- eral has expressed a wish to see you, and the old man: does not like to. be balked in any little wish like that. Let me loosen these cords upon your feet... There ; now let me help you to arise. See what Mars ets when he descends to the lute. While you have been dancing attendance upon this, young lady, we have been finding means for your capture.” “You have succeeded. I wish to say a few words to this young lady. You may be witness of them, if you choose.” “ By no means,” replied Ed., bitterly. “I never interfere between, lovers. Men, load your rifles, and stand aside, If he attempts to escape, shoot him through the head. Take good aim,” ; comicloooks.com