Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 97: what you’re looking at

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GO IN PEACE, 99 “ They offered no violence in taking thee prisoners?’ con- tinued the Quaker. “No; we have been much disappointed at the treatment we have received at their hands. Had they been civilized beings we could not have expected much better treatment.” “ Still, they have taken part in the Wyoming massacre— they are the sworn enemies of our race, and I go for knocking them in the head,’ replied the fiery lieutenant, who experienced some discomfort from his recent struggle with the Indian, and whose vindictiveness may thereby be partly accounted for. “Yes; smash ’em, that’s my motto,” called out Smithson. “ Don’t you open your head ag’in,” commanded Mrs, Smith- son. “ You ’tend to the baby, that’s all you’ve got to do.” “Yes, my dear Jerusha.” “It does not become us to entertain revenge toward these heathen,” pursued the Quaker. “ They had the power to do incalculable harm to their captives, but refrained. When one’s life depends upon it, perhaps—perhaps resistance may be justi- fiable.” “ Don’t say perhaps, Stoddard, for you showed no hesitation to-day.” “Tt becometh us, therefore, as Christian men, to allow thém to go in peace. We can not murder them, and we have no occasion to hold them as prisoners.” Let “ Why not make prisoners of them and take them into Stroudsburg ?” The Quaker shook his head, “They would be torn to pieces. We will disarm them, and allow them to go.” The subjects of this conversation lay upon the ground, their stoical faces unmoved, and their dark, baleful eyes asking no pity or consideration. Having decided in his own mind what to do, our hero walked up to the prostrate men, drew their knives and tomahawks from their belts, and handed their guns to his friends, Severing their bonds, he then permitted them to rise. “ Now, my heathen friends—” Both had whisked away like a flash of lightning. Stroudsburg was yet a goodly distance away, and the pas- page thereto was encompassed by much danger. Young Arthur / connicloooks. com