Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 20: what you’re looking at

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18 GIDEON GODBOLD. > ie To prevent that,” said the stranger, caressing the horse, “JT trust to wae pace o’ this noble feller.” “ He will do his duty,” said Horace, proudly. “ Farewell.” “ Farewelt,” said the stranger, as Horace dashed forward, and he then added, “ you’re a brave pair; but you'll need all your courage this night.” 3 Horace rode with slackened rein, trusting more to the sagacity uf lis noble charger than to his own vision. He goon found vhat the precaution of the worthy stranger was not needless; for, although he bent to his courser’s mane, the stout branches of the trees swept continually his back, rendering the speed at which he was compelled to ride very hazardous to life. But he knew was danger in delay, and he sped forward. The path narrow and winding, which added much to the difficulty, and some angles were brought almost close together, being separated only by a hedge of underwood and trees, although the distance from each by the path was many rods. It was in passing one of these angles that he heard a slight noise; he reined in his horse slightly, and lis- tened attentively. They were the hoarse voices of his erie- mies. They had headed him in the race. “Tis he, ’tis he,” said one of them ; “ fire when he tutns the corner—straight down the path—at man and horse. There he is—blaze away !” . ' ; A groan of agony was heard, and also the suppressed neigh- ing of a horse as if in the death-struggle. The villains threw down their arms and drew their knives, and, with a cheer of exultation, rushed toward their victim. Then came a whisper in the ear of Horace—who had halted at this appalling inci- dent—which seemed to proceed from the air; it said; “Spur round the corner !” The next moment the order was accomplished, and Horace, _ Tiding down the villains to the earth, was again flying along the path with terrificspeed. Then a how] of baffled vengeance arose from behind; but the leader of the scoundrels inspired ee ee ee ne rose from the . “ Folier, boys, foller! ‘tis no use his runnin’ away from death. He'll catch’em. They must drop in a few hundred yards. “Tis their last gallop.” _ conniclooolkks.con .