Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 77: what you’re looking at

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THE CAPTAIN PLOTS. " a “In my opinion there goes the most consummate irponrite “ that ever walked the earth.” 3 “Do you think he means treachery ra asked Gatonet Abrac.. ham Owens, the General’s aid. This brave man.was destined ? to fall in the coming battle, fighting like a lion... : Pere Believe me, we shall have a night attack before the siek | is out,’ said. Harrison. “ Remember, gentlemen, that the troops always lie in order of battle, with their arms beside , them. 1 would no sooner trust that fellow than I would trust Lucifer. They shall give up the plunder they took from. sadials mer, or I will burn their villages to the ground.” ‘ig “ Very, well. We shall have. another visi from them in 3 ‘ few days, I suppose.” 3 “Yes. I shall move no closer to the Hiege tT can ae the scoundrels better here. They must not. be allowed to sur- prise us. Break up. the conference, gentlemen. Neght ap: proaches. Every man to his duty.” Ed. Lewis had conveyed the prisoner to the guard- tent jm- mediately after the @ndians had seen him. For some reason, . the guard was not. so close about Wilson as it had been at. first. The General had removed the inside guards, but. told, those outside to use extra caution, . Bus the men had worked., hard for many days and were worn out. On the night, which, followed the visit of the chiefs, the men chosen for guard duty. were persons. very fond of the. cup which inebriates, _ Harri- son. kept liquor as muchas he could out of the army, and it was seldom that the camp-followers conld get a drop of ardent spirits. Once left alone in his tent, the captain began to lay. plots. As the men came on guard at dusk, the appearance of their faces denoted over-work.. , Lying down close to the can- . vas, he heard two of them talking in low tones. _ “ Hard work, this,” said one. _ “ Poor pay, too. " « And not a drop of drink, either,” said the other, in an ag- grieved tone. “I don't believe in army regulations that don’t allow @ mana drop of spirits on such a night as this, when be has to stand guard for six mortal hours. I wish we could find some, don’t you ?” “Yes, But the sergeant is looking at us, let us separate.” The captain had heard enough. Among other things which he had been allowed to keep, was the usual case of Holland - COnnicloooks.com