Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 80: what you’re looking at

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82 TIM, THE SCOUT. “See it, do yer? Then Jook ’em now.” He took another drink. Tom seized the bottle, and wrest- ed it from his grasp. The moment he lost his ballast he fell over against the side of the tent, ate lay there.. Tom Inoked down at him in maudlin surprise.’ “ He’s drunk,” he said, “ Drunk’sa fool: Can’t stan’ two or three little diaké like that. Pm goin’ ter hev a drink with Bill,’ quoth he. | He was. fortunate enough to reach Bill without accident. They finished the bottle together, to the last nee “Bill” said Tom. “Waal?” replied Bill, sleepily. “Tm sleepy,’ said Tom. ‘ “So’m I,” rejoined Bill. They patted, and in ten’ minutes after, all pir guards were lying snugly on the ground, fast vaeiet The opiate had done its work. CHAPTER IX. “Hh TURNED UP AGAIN.” Ir “Poor Pillicoddy,” had reason to be-annoyed by the “turning up,” at unexpected times, of the lamented Captain O’Scuttle, so had the Neal family in the repeated appearances of Captain Wilson. Of course he escaped that night. ‘It was not hard to drag one of the sleeping guards into the tent, divest him of his clothing, get into it himself, shoulder his rifle and march out of ‘the tent. It was late at night, he had the countersign, and none of the guards thought him any thing but an Indiana soldier going out on a scout. At any rate, they let him pass easily, and he made the best of his way to the river, crossed it, and was safe. He stopped in tlie vil- lage long enough to get four of the Indians to go with him, and they started that night for Neal’s. Traveling night and day, at sunset, on the succeeding evening, they arrived at the cabin. Leaving the Indians concealed in the bushes, he walk- ed into the cabin, with a pleasant remark addressed to Lizzie: comiclbooks. conn