Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XVIII: The Half-Breed is Winded >> Page 167

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE HALF-BREED IS WINDED. 167
only thing that could have saved him. He's a scout among a
thousand that same Goggle ; and no money, if we had it,
ought to be stinted to get him on our side. But he knows the
difference between guineas and continental paper ; and, so
long as Proctor pays him well with the one, he'd be a mighty
fool, being what he is, to bother himself about the other."
At that moment the shrill sounds of the trumpet came to
them from the camp, and put an end to the pursuit, as it com-
manded their presence for other duties.
There's the trumpet, boys ; we must put back. We can't
stop to bother any longer with a single man ; and so little
chance, too, of our catching him. We've got other work. The
general, you must know, is getting ready for a brush with the
tories.; and we have permission to lick them well to-morrow
at Sinkler's #Meadow. If we do we shall all get rich ; for
Barsfield, they say, is to meet them. there with a grand supply
of shoes and blankets, muskets and swords, and a thousand
other matters besides, which they've got and we want. We
must get back at once; and yet, boys, it goes against me to
leave this scoundrel in the swamp."
But there they were compelled to leave him in perfect
security. The half-breed reached his pony, which he mounted
at once and proceeded on his return. He had no reason to be
dissatisfied with events. He had tracked his enemy, though
his vengeance was still unsatisfied ; he had found out the
secret pass to the rebel camp, and he estimated highly the
value of the discovery.