Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE DOOR LOCKED. 81 Shortly after, he came in sight of the house. Its unnatural stillness startled him, and he walked on tiptoe to the rear, Where he was in the habit of entering without being ques- tioned. The door was locked. He came around to the front, and found this was also secured. “Golly gracious |! what’s de matter? Don’t ’pear to be any- body at home,” he muttered, as he sought to peer into the windows. Discovering no light, he raised the heavy brass knocker, and let it fall. It sounded startlingly loud, and he gazed around, fearing that some one he wished not to see might be attracted thither, There was no response from within, and he was debating with himself whether to attempt a forcible entrance, or to retire quietly to the barn and spend there the night, when he was frightened almost out of his self-possession by discovering a tall figure slowly approaching from the wood. ‘The person, While yet scarcely visible, halted, and appeared to be recon- noitering the house, as if uncertain whether to advance or not. Pete was riveted to the spot where he stood. He durst not Stir for fear of drawing attention to himself, and he was cer- tain that if attention should be directed toward the porch, he could not avoid discovery. The stranger remained stationary a moment or two, and then came stealthily forward. Pete was already meditating some desperate expedient, when, with feelings of the greatest joy, he recognized him as old Gersh Smithson. On AP Tim t+ STRIKE FOR YOUR ALTARS AND YOUR SIRES! THE events that we have taken upon ourself to record make it necessary that we should go back once more to that memor- able third of July, 1778. When Colonel Z. Butler announced to his men that he and his officers had decided to march out of Forty Fort and attack the enemy, there were numbers who noticed the absence of CcommiclOoks. conn