Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 72: what you’re looking at

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td . TIM, THE scour. > the prisoner to the guard-tent; tell the officer of the day to set five men with loaded ritisteéts about it, night” and day, with orders to shoot him if he attempts’ an escape. ‘You will nooeeo to me when you haye done this. I have work for you’ “Come along, me jewel,” said Tim, laying his hand upon the shoulder’ of the prisoner. “TI niver did a more gentale thing than whin I bade ye wait a bit whin ye ran away from us that day.” Wilson followed the Ir ishman sullenly enotgh, and in a short time was safely ensconced in the guard-tent, with four men outside and two inside the tent, watching him continually. He threw himself ‘prostrate on the earthen floor and laid his head upon his arms, for he was wearied with the labors of the past day or two. His neat Wal fall of bitter thoughts against the man who had brought him to this. He felt that if he had been allowed only a week more, he would haye been able to triumph over the hitherto invincible heart of Lizzie. | He place Lizzie altogether in his power. But he had rather sought to break down her pride by his own strength o of will, and had very nearly succeeded when this unlucky contretemps occurred, which brought him into the power of the hated Yankees. He cursed them heartily enough for their interfer- ence, and was almost tempted to rise and assault the guard. “But they were both tall, gaunt, wiry ‘specimens of the Hoosier tribe, either of them a hard tree to climb, and he thought better of it. But he tried ‘another way. ‘He beckoned one of them to him and took out his purse. “ What's that fur, stranger?” asked one of the Hoosiers, as the Englishman held out the purse to him. “This is for you and your comrade, if you will give me a chance to escape.” “ You skunk!” cried the Hoosier, striking the purse out of his hand. ©“ You offer me money to sell my kentry ? Darn ny hide and buttons éf T wouldn’t like to shoot you through tle licad whar ‘You are. “ Don’t speak to me any more, Its agin’ orders; and, besides, it makes me mad to hear you. A pretty chap yow are, I don't think,” | Wilson gaye up ‘the idea of bribing the man. ‘Yankees Se comicbooksec com