The Boy Soldier; Or, Garibaldi's Young Captain — page 239: what you’re looking at

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THE BOY SOLDIER; OR, GARIBALDI’S YOUNG CAPTAIN. 5 Ry faa ah fy Ta ii yy a i i! i ong =n My vy fe He) YANN} aM : a oe DN i i i Hi Py o/ ae THE INTERVIEW WITH THE SORCERESS.—S.e No. 31. Warner felt paralyzed. He knew not what to do or say. ‘‘ Hold him fast,” the sergeant replied. At the same moment he turned on his bull’s eye full in Warner’s pale, haggard-looking face. “What does all this mean?” stammered the affrighted man. ‘‘ What have I done ?”’ ‘‘T think we are mistaken,” said the sergeant. “This person doesn’t answer the description of either of the parties.” “No, I think not,” said Warner, feeling joy at his heart and reviving hope. ‘‘What means this insult to a gentleman ?” ‘‘No offence meant, sir,’ said the sergeant. “ What train did you come by?” “T was going to London ; here is my ticket.” The officers looked at it, and felt satisfied that they had made a great mistake. — They apologized. Warner, however, began to bluster aha to swear like 'a man who had been grossly insulted. “He would inform their superiors,” “ take their numbers,” and such like. But, they had not left him more than a minute, when he hastily hid himself in a hedge-row in an out-of-the-way corner, near the railroad line, and, to his great joy, overheard Flint and Jonathan con- versing together in an under tone. “Oh, I feel as if every bone in my body were broken, ” sighed Flint, “T wish they had been,” No. 30. —_— ee well-assumed tone of indignation. ‘Do you? But, then, thank my stars, they are not.” “Tt’s no use grumbling,” said Jonathan, “ We must be up and away from this place, and leave it far behind,” ‘‘ It’s no use, Jonathan,” said Flint; ‘‘I will not I cannot, I will not, stir from this until I fee better.’ “But you must. Isuppose you know the detec- tives are on our track ?” ‘What ?” said Flint, in surprise. “You need not gape at that news, Isaw them with my own eyes ; in fact, I passed two of them in the tunnel.” Flint groaned. “Come, come along,” said Jonathan, ‘ We must reach Southampton as soon as possible, and hire a conveyance to get there by the road. Come, come along.” ‘Don’t stir, as you value your lives, don’t move,” said Warner to them through the hedge, and in an under tone, Jonathan and Flint started. They would have darted away as best they could, but Warner said, in a very solemn manner, “Tamafriend! If you dare move without my bidding, I will call the detectives ; they are gearch- ing for you, and are but ten yards away.” “Who and what are you?” said Jonathan, ina “How dare