Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A MAN IN A CLOAK. il with terrific force upon the lbelmet, crashing bodily through the shining brass and cutting deep into the skull of the dra- goon, who, with a groan of agony, fell heavily upon the rain- drenched earth. “ Well done, by the glory of the Continental army,” cried a deep, manly voice near, as the dragoon fell, and turning, the stranger beheld before Lim a man of massive frame, with long, flowing hair and beard, as well as he could dis- cover in the dim light of the street, and enveloped from head to foot in a long cloak. “Then you are no king’s man ?” asked the stranger, turn- ing upon him that had spoken. “No more than does your slaying that dragoon prove you to be; but come, you would escape from yonder pack of hounds in full cry after you.” ‘Yes, I disarmed a grenadier of the guard.” “Then come with me.” Whither ?” “Do you fear ig follow ?” “ No, lead on.’ The man who had so strangely come upon the scene aifede swiftly on for a few paces, and turning sharply around an old dilapidated house, in a few steps reached the banks of the river, where, beneath the shadow of a solitary tree, was a boat i ba. waiting. “Spring in; quick, for do you not hear their howl of rage, at the discovery of the dead dragoon ?” Without a word, the man entered the boat, and was quickly followed by his companion, who, seizing the oars, with a few vigoreus strokes, sent the little craft far out over the tur- bulent waters, until he felt assured they could not be seen from the shore, when he quickly raised and stepped a small mast with a leg-of-mutton sail. Seizing the tiller, he trimmed in the sheet until it caught the wind. aad owas dashed the little boat, heading through — the darkness and gloom, up the river, and bravely standing ~ uP. before the fierce wind that was blowing. “You have a stiff boat, sir, for one seemingly so frail,” said the stranger to his companion, when he observed the manner in which the little craft breasted the waves. connicloooks.comn