Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription TARLETON IN TIME. .245
face of the fair pleader. Her eye shrunk from, while her
whole frame trembled beneath, his gaze.
But why is he here, my good young lady ? why, if he is
our friend, why is he here ?" inquired Tarleton, in the gentlest
language.
4' I said not that, sir; I said not that he was a loyalist ;
Ernest Mellichampe, sir, is one of Marion's men."" Ha !" was the quick exclamation of Tarleton, and his brow
was furrowed with a heavy frown as he uttered it.
" But not a spy�oh no, sir, not a spy ! an open, avowed,
honorable enemy, but no spy. He-fought against this man, sir
�this man Barsfield --who hates him, sir, and came here
only just now, sir �I saw it myself� and would have killed
Ernest with his sword, sir, and he senseless, if I had not come
between him and the weapon."" Is this so, Captain Barsfield ?" inquired. Tarleton, gravely,
The rebel's weapon was uplifted, Colonel Tarleton, and he
opposed me when I sought to make him my prisoner."
Oh ! false false, sir and foolish as it is false !" was
her reply ; for how could he fight, sir, when he was so hurt,
and lying almost senseless on the grass ?"
He could offer but little resistance, indeed, Captain Bars-
field !" remarked Tarleton, sternly and coolly ; and this
reminds me that he will the more speedily need the assist-
ance of our surgeon. Here, Decker �Wilson�Broome-
go one of you and request Mr. Haddows to prepare himself
for a wounded man�sabre-cut, head and shoulder�away !
�and you �a score of you, lift the body and bear it to the
house. Tenderly, men--tenderly : if you move so roughly
again, Corporal Wilson, I'll cleave you to the chine with my
sabre. Ha ! he shows his teeth again ! a fierce rebel, doubt-
less, young lady, and a troublesome one, too, though you speak
so earnestly in his behalf."
The latter remark of Tarleton was elicited by the feverish
resistance which the partly-aroused Mellichampe now offered
to his own removal. The soldiers had sought to wrest his
sabre from his grasp, and this again, with the pain of the
movement, had provoked his consciousness. He struggled