Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 8 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 8: what you’re looking at
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= 12 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. “Yes, Captain Tarleton” “ By Heaven! you know me then'?” “As one of the bravest men and ablest officers of Wash- ington’s army!” quickly returned the other. “I thank you, sit , but cau I ask how it is 1 am known by you?” “I recognized. you, by the light of the street lamp, when you engaged the dragoon; the recognition saved: me much trouble, for 1 was,then.on my way to seek you at your resi- dence,” “Strange, very, strange ; I knew not that other than our most secret friends knew I was in the city ; but tell me, how _ds it Iam known to you Y” “In, good tine you shall hear; now I ean say no more, for hear you not the roar of the waters through Hell-gate ?” “Yes, I bave been listening to their roar for some lime ; but you point your bow in that direction ? Surely you are not going to attempt to pass through Hell-gate ‘in such a frail craft, and in this storm 2’ “Ay. am I, Glen Tarleton, for I glory in storm and dan- ger; but I know every rock in yonder foaming chaos of waters, and can safely steer through them the darkest night,” “Steer on! 1 fear not to ‘follow where apy man dare lead.” . “ Well spoken, and worthy of the dashing Hussar captain, Glen Tarleton; but here, speak not to me now : are a sailor, as well as a suldier, I will let you te for I need both hands for the tiller.” ‘“ Yoa seem to know me well, indeed ;* but vive me the sheet-rope ;” und the man addressed as. Glen Tarleton, took the line in his hand, and arranged himself more coniforiably in the boat, which was a long, narrow Craft, half seu-sk if, half life-boat, and decked over the whole length, excepting u : small Cockpit large enough to hold four or five persons, Though then carrying only a short stuimp-mast and leo-of. mutton sail, on account of the storm, along the deck of the boat lay a omg, slender spar, with boom and gaff, while a bow-sprit, working on a hinge, was now raised and tied up perpendicular with the mast then doing service. | In the bottom of the oat, closely rolled up, Were a jil ~ » and as you nd the sheet ‘ - Comichbooksseom