Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A RPY. | 89 But to tell the truth, sire, we have not a decent spy among us.” . “You think so?” said the baron. “T do. What man among us would do as this man has done to-day? I know him well, sire—a man of wonderful resources, born in this eer a rough, uncouth fellow, but full of tricks and devices.” “You magnify the office of a spy.” - “Sire, the office, though looked upon as degrading, on ac- count of the ignominious death it brings, is yet one of the noblest and bravest. ‘Why is the man who, having a thou- sand chances of safety, gives up his life upon the battle-field, better, nay, as good, as he who, with only the hope of escape, goes into an enemy’s camp, in the service of his king. It’ brings him a disgraceful death. That is the law of nations, not the law of God. It is necessary—just, Perhaps; but the | deeds of a spy are not the less noble.” “You speak warmly, Moran.” , “T feel it, sire. Perhaps the perilous life I lead, as an ir- regular soldier, has given me this idea. Do nof think I desire the escape of Peters—far from it, sire. But Ishould not feel for — the less respect if he ‘were to die by the cord to-mor- row.” “He has your horses,” said the baron, with a smile. “ He said you were waiting for him at the Médecine Spring. How did he know so much about you ?” - “From his speaking of J ean Fontaine,.and calling himself after his name, I think I ean inform you. When Jaques and myself rested and took our dinner yesterday, fe was in the bushes, doubtless, as it was there I spoke’ of Jean, and the m&nner of hig death. We made up our minds as to the place where we should pass the night, and this gave him every ad- vantage.” “ Very likely ; - now, what do you think this fellow has picked up in his way ?” “Three of my horses,” said Moran, with a sort of groan. “And yet you would not like to see him hung ?” “No, by St. Denis! I should like to shoof him myself, i in & quiet way, some fine morning, but he is a fine fellow, and deserves to die the death of a man, and not of a dog.” od , comichooks. com