Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 60 of 100
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64 _ THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN, dey know what's been done,” said the negro, by way of com- mencing a conversation, “Ay, ay, Rebel, it will create a stir among them, and win for Glen Tarleton a greater reputation for daring and skill than he already has.” “ Yes, massa, he mighty nice young gemman; is you going to de cave now ?” ‘ No, we will reach the city in half an hour and I will at once seek au interview with Lord Howe,” and in the time men- tioned the little boat glided quietly up te the pier at the foot of Broadway, and bidding the negro take the cutter around to his usual landing-place upon East river and await his coming, the Hermit sprung ashore and rapidly walked in the direction of the Kennedy House, where were the quarters of Lord Howe. “ His lordship is at a late dinner, sir; will you wait?” said the sentinel, as the Hermit approached. ‘ “ No, [ have no time to wait, so send word to Lord Howe the Hermit would see him,” and he paced to and fro im- patiently, until a liveried servant called to him to follow Entering the brightly illuminated dining-room, the Hermit discovered the Commander-in-chief, seated at a table well filled with luxuries, and surrounded by half a dozeu of the most prominent officers of the British army. : “ Well, Sir Hermit, you have early returned; gentlemen, this is my most trusty servitor and spy, one who has hood- winked completely the Argus-eyed Washington ard done me invaluable service.” The Hermit, of whom all present had heard, bowed haugh- tily, while the officers returned his salutation in a much more friendly manner, and .General Knyphausen remarked, wiih a chuckle at his own wit: ‘“ He ish remind mef Santa Claus, yah, yah !” “And doubiless like that visionary Christmas visitor brings a pack full of presents with him, in the shape of good news,” said Lord Howe, pleasantly, and then he added: “ Be seated, Hermit, and let me fill a glass of wine for you.” “Thanks, my lord, I will remain standing and J care not for the wine. “3 CORnnicloOokxs.COmnn * «a