Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 6: what you’re looking at

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” ’ 10 THE, HUSSAR CAPTAIN. ‘ “Foe, if you prefer the word,” answered a stern voice, in ~ which there was a certain threatening ring, and unheeding the challenge, the man in the cloak was passing on, when, with a bound, the English soldier was in front of him, his bayonet leveled at his heart. “Ha! hireling, you would dare me!” angrily cried the — stranger, aud as quick as thought he seized the bayonet and then the musket, and, with a remarkable display of physical power, wrenched it from the grasp of the grenadier, who in the act was hurled violently to the ground. “The guard! bo, the guard!” yelled the prostrate soldier, and in answer to the cry, the sound of hurrying feet was heard, coming from a house near by, wherein the relief was stationed, and the upper rooms of which were used as a mili- tary head-quarters. Throwing the musket into the middle of the street, the stranger strode rapidly down a narrow byway, leading to- ward the East river, and hearing the sound of voices and ruu- ning steps in pursuit, he turned into.a dark alley, and dashed along it with a familiar tread, until it led him into another broad thoroughfare, where for » moment he paused to listen. “Ha! they are hemming me in,” he muttered, as the noise of men approaching came to him, and away he again fled for half a dozen squares, hotly pursued, for in the dim lights of the streets he could be seen by the soldiers who, in coming from the guard-house, and hearing their comrade’s rapidly- told story, had started off in half a dozen different parties, determined to capture or slay the audacious stranger who bad disarmed a king’s man. A rapid flight of five minutes brought the fugitive to the river banks, und he was about to search for some means of escape, When again the challenge of a sentinel broke on his ear, and he found himself confronted by a tall dragoon whose drawn saber barred his further progress, “ Halt! or you are a dead man,” said the soldier, but the only reply of the stranger was to throw back the cloak from his right arm, and in a second’s time he had drawn a glittering sword, and boldly crossed the weapon leveled toward him. — A few rapid ‘passes, a fierce struggle for an instant, and the blade of the stranger beat down the other’s guard oad fell 2 x Romie bookerconi | ,