Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 47: what you’re looking at

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TRAPPED. 51 who were on duty over this prisoner. Forward, march !” and so saying, the Hermit moved off at a rapid walk, followed by the squad of dragoons, with Colonel Vancourt marching be- tween them. A walk of ten minutes brought them to a pier upon the bank of the Hast river, off which was lying a graceful schooner, her sails set, and held by only her stream an- chor. ates ‘Ho, the schooner !” suddenly hailed the Hermit. “Ay, ay !” came the answer. “Send the boat ashore.” _ “ Ay, ay, sir!” and in a few minutes more a six-oared cut- ter touched the pier. “Sergeant, I will go aboard with the prisoner and six of your men, and send the boat back for yourself and the others.” : “ All rigbt, Mr. Hermit; whatever you say TJ] do,” re- plied the sergeant, with a military salute. In a few nioments the cutter bad received her load, and. started for the schooner. “Lieutenant, I have brought a prisoner by the orders of General Lord Eowé; and it is urgent that he be confined be- low decks and closely ironed,” said the Hermit, as he sprung upon the schooner. , “ His lordship’s orders shall be obeyed, sir; let your men go below with him—wait, 1 will go with them—come this way with your prisoner,” said the lieutenant, in whom, though dressed in the uniform of a British naval officer, is recogniz- able Glen Tarleton. Without a word the dragoons descended to the dimly- lighted cabin, when suddenly the doorway closed behind - them, a bright light flashed up shedding a blaze around, and .. displayed two dozen seamen, with bayonets al a present, ranged round the walls. “Men, you are my prisoners! Move, or ery out above a whisper, and, so help me God! you die/” and Glen Tarle- ton’s voice was low and stern. In dismay the dragoons glanced upon the array of ariiied men around them, then upon each other, and again toward the Hermit, upon whose face rested a look of bewilderment : connicoooks.com