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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Let us follow Harley. Half an hour after his departure from Huntsdon, the moon disappeared Harley rode on without paying the least attention to the fury of “I will not take Puccoon,” he muttered, “but I will leave my And riding rapidly up the hollow, he stopped at the trapper's “Who is there?” he said, coming to the door, and rubbing his Harley dismounted. “Puccoon,” he said. “You, squire!” “Yes.” Puccoon again rubbed his eyes. “I want a friend to-night. Take my horse. I am going where Puccoon took the animal by the bridal in a dazed way. “Yes, squire.” Then he recovered the use of his faculties.
“Where are you going?” The rain dashed in his face, but he did not seem to feel it. “I am going into the swamp,” said Harley. “Into the swamp!” “Yes.” Puccoon's countenance assumed an imbecile expression. He “Don't squire!” he said. Harley buttoned up his coat. “Why not?” he said. “The man o' the swamp is there.” “Well,” said Harley, composedly, “that is the exact person I am Puccoon's eyes resembled saucers. “You will not find him!” “You are mistaken.” “You tried, and couldn't.” “I know that.” “And you think, squire—?” “That I shall be more successful now? Yes, I know where I am “Squire!” “Speak quickly, Puccoon, I am in haste. It is nearly one “You!” “I.” “You say you know where to find him?” “Yes.” “Squire! I have shot at him to-night.” Harley lowered his head to protect his eyes from the storm. “Then he has been lurking around again?” “Yes. But that is nothing. You are joking, squire! You are “Yes.” “You will not find him, I say!” “I will find him.” “Where?” “In his house.” “His house!” “On the southern bank of the lake, where the outlet to the
Harley spoke in a tone that was almost gay. His face glowed, “Who told you that?” exclaimed Puccoon. “A dead man,” returned Harley. “I am going there!” he added; “I shall leave my horse here. Puccoon led the horse quickly to a shed behind his cabin, which “Really, squire!” he said. Harley shook his head. “No, you cannot go with me. I have business with the man of “Squire! You are as good as a dead man if you go by yourself! “That's my business.” “Squire!” “I have no time to talk with you now,” said Harley. “Remain Harley wrapped his coat closely around him, pulled his hat over As he did so, the old clock at Huntsdon, miles away, struck, “One!”
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. |