Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 64 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 64: what you’re looking at
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68 THR HUSSAR CAPTAIN. . * ; passes of the Iiermit, and permitted him to pass toward the boats. “ Now, Rebel, wake up;” and quickly the negro sprung to his feet. — “Lieutenant, [ must now leave you in the hands of Rebel, ghere, who will conduct you to a place of safety, where I will ' join you ere daylight; Rebel, look out .for the comfort af the lieutenant; and remain at the cave until I come.” . Henry Loyd then shook hands with the Hermit, and spring- ing into the boat, the negro shoved off from the pier, and taking the tiller, headed up East river in the direction of Hell-gate, while the Hermit, after watching their departare, turned and walked rapidly away across town, CHAPTER XIV. A DEEP-LATD SCHEMH, é Upon the night of the schoonei’s ese: pe from the harbor, Salome Tarleton and Lucille sat together in the home of the former, eagerly awaiting the appearance of ‘Lord Lionel, who had promised to come at an early hour, and bring them all ‘the news he could glean of the intended attempt of the re- lense of Colonel Vancourt. | But the hours dragged slowly by until the ivory clock upon the mantel bad peated forth ten, and yet he came not, and in fear and trembling the maidens awaited, for they knew that two persons most dear to them were then exposed to the greatest danger. | =. Hardly had the ring of the silvery-toued clock died away when there came a rap upon the door that caused both of the maidens to start with fear, for nervous and Xciled, they were constantly dreading evil. pe “That must be Lord Lionel, Salome.” “ No, Lucille, the knock was too boisterous for him—wait, I will go to the door,” and so speaking, Salome Tarleton CcoOnmmiclooOoks. conn os