Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 78: what you’re looking at

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82 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN, CHAPTER XVII. A DISCOVERY. ; . SHoRTLY after nightfall the Hermit sought the quarters of the English General, and being told by the sentinel to en- ter, he walked into the usual assembly-room, to find it vacant, and he was about to retrace his steps, when the sound of voices in earnest conversation reached his ear. Hearing his own name mentioned he paused and listened, and in surprise recognized the well-known voice of Colonel Templeton, who was saying: “JT tell you, ry Lord Howe, upon Washington’s table I suw abundant proof that the Hermit is: playing you false.” “Tt is hard to believe, colonel,’ answered Tord Howe. | “T know it, for I could hardly credit my senses when it was forced upon me; yet it is true, for not only did the pa-_ pers I refer to prove it, but I learned it incidentatly from outside sources, and this was one of the most cogent reasons for my making my escape in the manuer in which I did.” “ Well, colonel, I expect him here, either to-night or to- morrow morning, and I pledge you he shall swing for his treachery ; but in your desire to make known that my spy was playing false, you have nob related your mauner of es- cape.” “It was in this way, my lord: General Washington sent for me to learn if possible if some plan could not be entered upon for the better exchange of prisoners, and I was con- ducted to his* private rooms, and there held with him a long conversation, and to do him justice, rebel chief though he is, I must confess I never saw a finer specimen of a man. “While there, some important news, the nature of which I did not know, called Wushington away, and as he left the room, apparently in considerable excitement, he said: ‘ Colo- nel, I will return ere long, and we will resume our conversa- tion; please pardon my abruptly leaving you.’ “T knew a sentine] stood at the door, but I walked over connicloooks.com f