Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription TIIE TORY SQUAD. 51

I have been revenged on the father, and have my debt against
the son. That shall be cancelled also, in due course of
time."
And where is the youngster now, Barsfield ? Have you any
knowledge of his movements?"
None. His mother has fled to the Santee, where she is
sheltered by Watson. But of the son I know nothing. He
is not with her, that's certain ; for Evans, whom I sent off in
that direction as a sort of scout and watch. over her, reports
that he has not yet made his appearance."" He must be out with Marion, then?" was the suggestion
of the other.
We shall soon see that, for our loyalists are all ready and
earnest for a drive after the ' fox ;' and it will be a close swamp
that will keep him away from hunters such as ours. These
arms will provide two hundred of them, and we have full that
number ready to volunteer. In a week more I hope to give a
good account of his den, and all in it."
While this dialogue was going on, the speakers continued
to approach the spot where Thumbscrew lay in hiding. It
was not long, as they drew nigh, before he distinguished the
person of Barsfield, and a fierce emotion kindled in his eye as
he looked. out from his shelter upon the advancing figure of the
successful tory. His Whole frame seemed agitated with the
quickening rush .of the warm blood through his veins his
teeth were gnashed for a moment fiercely, and, freeing a way
through the bushes for his rifle-muzzle, in the first gush of his
excited feelings, be lifted the deadly weapon to his eye,
brought back the cock with the utmost precaution, avoiding
any unnecessary click, and prepared to plant the fatal bullet
in the head of the unconscious victim. But the tory rode by
unharmed. A gentler, or, at least, a more prudent feeling,
got the better of the woodman's momentary mood of passion ;
and, Ietting the weapon fall quietly into the hollow of his arm,
he muttered in a low tone to himself.
Not yet, not yet�let him pass let him git on as he can.
It ain't time yet lie must have a little more swing for it be-
fore I bring him, for 'tain't God's pleasure that I should drop