The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 196: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 198 ‘‘Well, I know you have done some clever things in your time; but so have other people.” ‘¢ Yes, I know that.” ‘‘ Well, then, yuu needn’t make so much noise about it, but say less, and be less of a brute than you are.” ‘“‘Pho—pho! you haven’t courage enough now. I don't care for man or devil.” “‘ Nor I.” “Well, but you never say so.” said Thorburn. ‘*No; there is no need when I mean it. I have not any incli- nation, nor do Isee any necessity, for attempting to make people believe what time will show them, without any trouble on my ‘* Well, well—we have both our different ways. Mine’s blunt and bull-dog like, I dare say; but then I have done some things ‘by it that I couldn’t have done otherwise. But just bold off awhile, for we have work before us. Here is the house. Now, Miss Morton, here we are; have you any objection to go in?” “‘T don’t see that I need mind,” said Mabel. ‘‘I can go into my own room ?” ‘* Certainly; you will besafe there,” replied the officer. ‘‘ You can shut yourself in.” ‘* And then shall I come after you when you carry him away?” inquired Mabel. ‘You may as well come and see how he is disposed of, and then your mind will be at ease with regard to that one object of terror, at all events,” said the officer. They now entered the house, and proceeded up-stairs without any interruption of any sort, until they arrived at the room in which she lodged. ‘* Here,” said Mabel, “is my apartment,” as she opened the door and walked in. ‘‘ Yes, just as I left it.” ‘And the room above is the one you mean?” said the officer, pointing upward. : ‘“* It is.” ‘Then there’s our man,” said Thorburn. ** Yes,” replied bis companion. ‘‘ Now follow up close; but don’t make more noise than a cat.” ‘Allright. I’mas dumbas a bundle of feathers. Goon; I'm close to you. Let me go in first.” ‘You do as you are told,” said the other, with much short- ness, ‘J am sent to apprehend him, and you help and aid me.” ‘*Very good. Go on, or else I'll do all the work myself.” “‘ Silence!” They both crept forward without the least noise, until they came on a level with the stairs, or rather the landing, so that they could see under the door. There was heard a heavy footstep crossing the floor, back- ward and forward, as if some one was walking across the floor- ing several times in succession. *‘ That’s bim,” said the officer. “‘Then pusb on; weare all right—push on, Put your back to the door, and in we go.” comicbooks. com