Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 74: what you’re looking at

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76 . EPH PETERS. J aques, and given him the lesson. I have been forced -to give.” “ Monsieur Chattillon was bound when he came up. He was the prisoner ef the scout, Peters, You would not. have him strike a prisoner ?” “No; I heard nothing of that. He was right, after all, for Jaques did not wear his sword. That knave who took him, Peters, shall account to me yet for the horses he has.taken ~ from me—fairly enough, I must own, but still they were mine. He sold one of them to Jaques, by proxy, for fifty guineas. What think you of that ?—a common hack as you would wish to see, got easily enough, sold for that sum.” “ He is a brave man, cousin.’ “ Par bleu! I admire the rascal myself, in spite of hat he has done; I can’t help it; he performs these exploits with the coolest effrontery possible. Imagine him, if you can, walking s into the tent of Baron Dieskau, who would have hung him to the nearest limb had ke known his errand, telling him a story about Jaques and myself waiting for our horses at the Méde- cine Spring. He said I was lame, and could not walk, too, the knave.” Maggie smiled. “ T know lrim well enough to be certain that he would. tell such a story, and never change a muscle of his face, though he told it to the Emperor of’France. He is absolutely with- out fear.” | } “T may well believe it, from what I have myself heard of him. The knave has given Jaques a promise that he will -meet me some time within the year, in my own camp. He. will keep his word, I verily believe. But in regard to your own state—your situation is such that I shall take it on my- self to protect you from your mother and from Jaques. I shall get hard words and hard looks enough, but I am used to it, and take them for what they are worth.” “What will you do?” | “T shall inform your mother that I will not see you wronged — by her or by Jaques Chattillon. If she persists, I shall take you on my saddle-bow, carry you to the English camp, and give you into the care of our worshipful enemy, Captain Man- nering, with whom I had a short passage at arms at Dieskau's COMmMicoooks.COhm =