Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 80 of 100
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84 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. tended by a soldier belonging to Washingion’s own body-. guard, were not very strict in glancing over the papers I car- ried, 7 “ Rapidly we sped on until the last line was passed, and then, as I was congratulating myself upon my safety, we came suddenly upon a score of Tarleton’s Hussars, and my heart sunk within me, for I deemed my , récapture Certain ; yet, as you see, 1 was mistaken, and it-was my soldier com- panion who sawed me, for upon observing the troopers he called out to them, and riding up to the sergeant held a few minutes’ conversation with bim in a low tone, in which, he afterward informed me that he had boldly told him that a lieutenant and one other soldier besides himself had had me in charge, until the officer’s horse falling with him, he had | been so severely injured as to be forced to return with the other trooper, while he continued on with me, it being most urgent that I should go at once forward. “The rascal also asked for another man to go with us, and the sergeant having slowly examined my papers, ailed one of his men to accompany us, and awey we rode, the dow serter and myself inwardly happy at our escape. “We met* several other squads of Tarleton’s Hussar iin. gers, but the man with us was passport enough, and without further adventure we reached the river, where the Hussar soon found us a boat. “At a preconeerted signal, the soldier and myself then seized the Ranger, and as he had served us a good turn, dis- liking to injure him, or make him a prisoner, I at once told him I bad escaped, gave him the horses to take back, with. my compliments and. thanks to General Washington, and springing into the boat we pushed off from the shore; and not a moment too soon, L assure you, my lord; for har dly had we left the bank two minutes, when a large body of horse- men dashed up and poured a volley upon us, , “But it was harmless, and in half an hour more we were upon our own shore, and here I am, my Jord.” © : “And delighted am I to see you, colonel, for indeed you have made a wonderful escape—one smacking of the Hussar Captain's style. “ But I suppose I must pardon the soldier, for, deserter connicloooks. com 5