Image from page 631 of "St. Nicholas [serial]" (1873)
Title: St. Nicholas [serial]
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: [New York : Scribner & Co.]
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
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d reach the frontdoor, it was thrown violently open, and CaptainMcLane came in, shutting and locking it behindhim. Ah, Mistress Bee, he cried, as he turned tome, what luck that you are here! You musthide me at once, for there s a score or two ofredcoats will be searching high and low in aminute or two. The woods are thick with 1080 THE LUCKY SIXPENCE [Oct., them, and he started toward the room I had justquitted. No, no, no ! I cried, running after him as hemounted the stairs, you cant go there now! Not go! he exclaimed, looking at me inamazement. Not go? Why not? T is a mat-ter near life and death to me ! I tell you they reat my heels ! Did nt you hear the shots? Come, Oh, no, no, no ! I cried, and then I burst intoa fit of weeping, though I stifled my sobs so thatno sound should reach the occupant of the secretroom. Nay, Bee, do not cry, he said, for, like allstrong men, he was not proof against tears. Idid not mean to be rough, but I like not to becaptured. Cannot something be done?
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STOP! I CRIED, AND, HUSHING UP, SNATCHED THE BRAND FROM HIS HAND. (SEE PAGE 1084.) open the panel, said he, as we reached thethreshold of Brother Johns room. The} may behere any moment. Speak softly! I whispered, as we entered andI locked the door behind us. Cant you go byPegs mousehole ? Yes, he said grimly, if I want to fall intotheir hands. Nay, it must be the secret room. But there is some one there already ! I criedin desperation. Ho ! he said, his face lighting, t is Jack.Well, with him I d face the troop, were thereneed ! Nay, t is not John, I told him, and his facegrew very grave. I do not understand. Will you have metaken ? he asked, his face growing stern. Yes, I answered, I can put you in the secretroom, but you must let me bind your eyes, andpromise not to look till I give you leave. T was like a drowning man clutching at astraw, for I thought I saw my way clear, if heonly would consent. But he shook his head, andI saw he had no more fancy to be blindfolded thanhad Lord Ho
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