Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 43: what you’re looking at

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- FACE TO FACE. 4D ‘not yet time for you to play the tyrant; and another such Speech would sorely tempt me to retract the promise, given when Lwas, perhaps, too young to really know my own heart,” retorted Ada, with a flash in her dark eyes that told how deeply in earnest she was. . The partisan was about to speak, but the hasty words were checked by the rapidly-approaching sounds of a horseman. The rapid, regular trot, as well as the ocexsional jingle of a saber striking against the saddle, proclaimed the rider to bea soldier. It was more than probable that he was British, and Sloan hastily examined the primings of his pistols and loosened his saber in its sheath. : “Then uttering a low whistle, a magnificent black horse trotted out from the underbrush and paused by his side, with a whinhey of delight. The young horseman vaulted into the saddle, and reining his horse across the narrow road, awaited the herseman’s approach. = at _ He was a comely sight then, as he sat his horse with a na- tive ease and grace, and so thought Ada Sollars, although so deeply offended at his last hasty words. His short, curling, chestnut hair was nearly concealed by the broad-brimmed straw hat that was pushed back from his high forehead. This shone clear and white in contrast with the ruddy, sunburnt portion of his face that had been more exposed to the Weather. a at as Ree é ITis large, deep-blue eyes sparkled with a soldier's ‘ardor for the fray, and his firm, white teeth gleamed from beneath his heavy mustache, as his lips parted in a grim smile. His form was tall, sinewy, and as lithe as a panther’s, while the soiled suit of blue and buff sat well upon his form, although well worn ard faded by long exposure to the weather. The couple did not have long to wait, for the next moment the horseman appeared around 27 s*rupt bend in the road, a few yards distant. Sloan was so siationed that his horse hid that of Ada, and when the rider spurred in view, he pulled up his charger with a force that threw him nearly upon his haun- “ches, evidently thinking he had fallen into an ambush. One hand dropped upon the ready holster, and half drew a pistol, when Sloan ordered him to surrender, at the same time leveling a pistol at his head. Ada, with a half-stifled cry, urged comliclbooks.com