Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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a led horse, which, from your description, must be yours. The scoun-
drel is an old offender, who has now fully run the length of his
tether. Unluckily for him, there are more crimes chargeable to his
account, which should have sent him to his last account some years
ago. There can be no doubt," looking to the Lieutenant, "that it is
Red Pyatt!"
The Lieutenant nodded affirmatively.
"The wonder is, Mr. Dunbar, that having gold in your bosom, he
had not murdered you."
"His knife was drawn ! "
"Ah! you had not mentioned that. He is, however, as great a
coward as scoundrel, and the voice of my mother, and your awaken-
ing at the right moment, no doubt, saved your life. Your danger
was chiefly while you slept. But you will be able to identify him.
Lieutenant Sandys, you will please attend Mr. Dunbar; be conven-
ient, so that when I give you the signal, he may come forth and
confound the scoundrel. We shall close the books with him now and
forever."
So saying, he went forth, and after awhile Lieutenant Sandys fol-
lowed him, accompanied by our wayfarer. A circuitous walk of a
quarter of an hour brought them within view of the encampment,
which lay generally within the hollow of the hills. As they wound
along the heights, they could see the Rangers in sundry groups; had
glimpses of smokes curling up through the thickets, and beheld
where, in a long, narrow gorge, the horses of the troop were picketed.
The utmost silence prevailed over the whole scene. When at length
they had descended to the valley, the Lieutenant led the way to a
thicket, where, throwing himself down, he motioned to Walter to do
likewise. It was not long before voices were heard, as if from a group
in front of them, concealed by the thickets and a line of massive
boulders. But nothing was distinguishable. Suddenly, there was a
shrill whistle, and the Lieutenant rising, motioned his companion to
follow. He led the way for some fifty yards, passing through the
thicket and flanking the line of boulders, and Walter suddenly found
himself almost in the midst of the whole body of the troop. Some
stood, while others sate; the Captain occupying a small boulder,
while just in front of him stood five persons, all prisoners, each
roped strongly, and guarded by as many riflemen.