Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 48: what you’re looking at

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\ 50 THR FUGITIVES. “Who can they be? Not Eades, for they would never act in that manner.” “Step from the porch and conceal thyself behind the tee.” The two whisked down and took their station beneath the concealing shadow of the oak which had’ supported young Arthur, while making his observations during the afternoon. Here they watched with saga capt for some clue to the jdentity of those within. About ten minutes later, they Heard one of the upper win- dows cautiously raised. The moon was quite bright, but the _ darkness of the background prevented them from making out who was at the casement. The proceeding, however, seemed - to convince the Quaker that whoever the person might be, he was a white man,.and he determined to hail him. Keeping his body concealed, he called out in a suppressed voice : “'Who’s there ? bar are ie iends, and thee has no cause to fear.” A moment’s silence followed, and then the head and ered ders of old Gershom were seen. ‘Tf I ain’t greatly mistook, that’s you, Stoddard Franklin. i “Tt is, indeed,” returned the young. net, stepping are, to ‘view, “ and George Abingdon is with me.” “ Where is mother and a ?” demanded the aaitteny, 9% up to the window. — | “They are—” “Oh, my golly gracious! my head's broke P. extlaimed ‘Pete Weldon, as the sash came down with a terrific whack upon his crown. a “Pete, do you know any thing about them? Are théy not in the house? Where have they gone ?” asked George, not able to repress his impatience, when he saw that the head of Smithson was withdrawn. | “Til tole you in a minute, as soon as my head steps hurtin’ —hblame nigh knocked my brains out.” | Some one was now heard at the Jock of the door, and the next moment it was opened, and os on Smithson stood he- fore them. ° “Come in! come in! he exttisiainedji as if fearful of being overheard. “TI am so glad to'see you alive.” “ Whore’s mother? For heaven’s sake, inswer my question,” Comiclhooks.comn |