Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 101: what you’re looking at

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STARTLING INTERRUPTION. 108 At length, casting his Durden down in the shadow by the side of the building, he once more drew forth his key, applied it to the lock, and warned by sore experience (if we may be al- ed so poor a pun), stood at a safe distance as the heavy door flew open. “Ha, Massa Dudley,” said the black to the figure that wrung out of the cell, “ you look something like a rail Ken- eaick hunter now;” and the young man, as he stepped out mto the moonlight, showed that he was dressed in the hunt- ing-frock and leggings of the Western rangers. “Hab a care, Massa Dudley, and stand out of de moon- Shine, or somebody mought see you,” whispered the thought- negro. ‘ “Come, let us hasten, then, to the boat, Cato,” said Dudley. There is uo time to be lost; the jailer did not come ‘as usual at sunset, and he may yet take it into his head to pay me a “Las’ yisit- yah! yah! dat’s true enough, it will be his las’,” replied the black, grinning. “Come, come, Cato, why do you stand there? Let us be gone at once!” exclaimed our hero, with something of impa- in his tone. “Neber mind nie, Massa Dudley. ‘You go ’traight down pt and dat will fetch you to de boat. I’se follow you Dudley did as desired by the negro, and, descending into the ravine, hurried forward to join his Lucy—his wife—from Whom he had been so strangely separated in the very hour, the very minute, of their union. The negro, left to himself, found occupation which engaged him Very earnestly for a considerable time. He first repaired to the burden which he had thrown down beside the building, &nd dragged it with all his might and main into the block- where he stayed several minutes. On issuing again, he to have a small string, or something of the sort, in his d, which he laid carefully along the ground toward the of the ravine. He then returned to the block-house, its door cautiously, and, stooping down, appeared to be about for the string, when he was suddenly aroused the blow of a heavy hand upon his back. The poor negro, conmicldoolkks,. conn a . = “ eg