Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 8oJOSCELYN
any sort of work; but he's powerful strong: I'm glad he's gone, for
that face of his'n has kept me in a sort of narvousness ever since he
came. He's wrong in the upper story, I'm athinking."
Perhaps old Floyd was right. We shall see.
Martin Joscelyn congratulated himself on having done a good
thing in assisting to rescue Browne from his enemies. Captain Ham-
ilton also reviewed his own course with complacency. But Browne
felt but little gratitude to either of these persons, and certainly none
to the latter. Martin had very soon reason to suffer some misgivings
himself as to the extent of the service done for the loyalist. While
he and his friend Dick Marvin were returning home from the "Full-
Moon," they encountered a group of Hamilton's troopers at the
corner of the street. Some of them were of the party engaged in the
fray. They had been joined by others of their comrades. To these
were added a half score of the "Peep o' Day Boys," who had been
setting the streets to rights, and were ripe for any mischief. One of
the troopers addressed Martin after this fashion:
"Well, you've got that scoundrel off, this time, Joscelyn, but it
won't be so always. You think you were doing a merciful thing by
him, but mark my words, if he lives long enough, he'll make you
repent that you ever passed between his weasand and my knife. He'd
just as lieve murder you as he would any of us. I tell you he's got all
hell in his heart. Better for all of us that you and the Captain had
jest let us alone, when we had him down, with a keen edged weapon
fairly making a straight line across his throat."
"Oh, pooh! Burnett; you are too bloody-minded. What can he
do? Besides, he's really mad for the present. He'll be sober by
to-morrow."
"No more mad than you. He knows what he's about. The liquor
only feeds his natural passions. He's drunk, no doubt, and has been
drunk all day, and can keep drunk for a week and never lose his
senses. But he's not safe yet. Let him "
Here he was interrupted by one of his comrades, who nudged him
with his elbow, and in a whisper said:
"Don't you be giving tongue, like a cur after a rabbit ! Hush up ! "
This was enough. A few words more, and the parties separated,
Martin Joscelyn and Marvin making their way home to the lodging
of the former. It was now near midnight.