Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 63 of 100
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‘ ALL-FOOLS’ DAY. 67 “T did not escape, I was released upon the pledge of Col onel Tempicws, and Captain ‘Tarleton gave me one of the schooner’s boats in which to return to the city.” a Which way did the schooner stand, Hermit?” “On down the harbor, and when I last deseried her, was heading toward the frigate-of-war, Terror.” “The fiigate will bring him up, my lord,” said one of the~ Generals of division, who with the others present had been most attentive listeners to the narrative of the Hermit. “ No, sir, no gentlemen, that rebel Hussar Captain seems to have the Devil to aid him, for he is continually doing deeds~ no other man would dare, and always is most certain to get off No, the frigate will be fooled, as we have been, and ten tu one if he does not boldly board her, and take a glass of wine with the young noblem»n who is in command.” After an earnest conversation with his officers, Lord Howe turned to the Hermit, and said: | “ Here, Sir Hermit, as I must keep Templeton’s pledged word, [ wish you to go lo the prison with this pass, and take the rebel lieutenant in your boat. to the Jersey shore, and there Jet him shift for himself, “ When can you go ?” “ Now, General Howe.” on “So much the better,’ and, writing the pass and release, Lord Howe continued : “Hermit, I wish you once more for an important mission, ond it was a lucky idea in Templeton, poor fellow, to get you free; come to me to-morrow at twelve.” The Hermit then left the head-quarters of the General, and at a step rapidly quick, for one seemingly so aged, he wended his way toward the prison, exhibited his papers to ihe captain in charge, and in ten minutes more was in the street, accompanied by Henry Loyd, a young but gal- "ant officer belonging to the corps of Hussar Rangers, in whieb he was a second lieutenant. A walk of twenty minutes bronght him to the pier against which lay his own fleet little craft, which had dene so much service the night before, nnd near it was the schooner’s cutter, contyining Rebel, fast asleep. The sentinel on ‘(uly at the river bank examined the ws connicloooks. com