Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 66 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 66: what you’re looking at
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68 TIM, THE SCOUT. “ Are those your orders?” ~ “They are. And my men can hit any thing as large os your body at three hundred yards. So you see what your chances are.” | “T see,” said the Englishman. “ What I wish is merely to say good-by to Miss Lizzie, and give her some directions as to her future course.” © “T conclude, then, that you have gained the right to direct her. Tim, go to Miss Lizzie and say she has permission to bid the prisoner good-by, and that we will” remain out of ear-shot.” “ Go yoursilf, Masther Ed. I-won’t belave Miss Lizzie has thrown you over.” © “She shall not play fast and loose with me,” repitdd the young soldier. “ My betrothed can not have another lover, Obey my orders, sir.” - Tim went off with a hesitating step to the place where Lizzie was standing. “ Musha, then, the fat’s i in the fire’ now, Miss Lizzie. Phat the saints‘did ye mane be letting the captain make love till ye for ?” “How could I help it, Tim? You know what an impudent fellow he is. “ Why does not Ed. come to me ?” “ Faix he won’t ; that’s flat. He says ye have layed him false, and have ahother lover ; and may the ovis fly away wid-me ay it don’t look so to me. Anyhow, Masther Ed. says ye may go and bid good- -by to your lover, before we take him away.” “Where will you take him ?” — “Up to Tippecanoe. The Gineral is ili for the bla- guard, and will send him to oné of the forts as soon as he gets into the camp. There’s the nicest little casemate waiting for. him at Niagara ye ever saw in all your days—a fine, sthrong exsemate. He'll get over bis love there, I does be thinkin’. Ye are to go to him. " Don’t ye see he is waiting ?” “And Ed.’suspects me ?” “So do J, acushla. Did ye mind the bit av a song I tipped yea while ago? That tould ye phat J thought; and I say it’s & shame for ye, too, to throw over a fine lad like Muasther commicloooks.Conn