In Barracks and Wigwam — page 35: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IV. STARTLING NEWS. “Hanged if it ain't Linn Hilliard!” cried a gruff and familiar voice. ‘‘Bless me, I'd never have believed it.” Linn twisted around in his captor’s grasp, and recog- nized a watchman with whom he was on friendly terms. “Let me go, Sanders,” he whispered. ‘Do; that’s a good fellow. [’m not up to any harm.” “T an’t sure of that,” replied Sanders. “No; | can’t let you go, Linn—it’s against orders. And yonder 1s the captain now.” | Sure enough, the door of the house had suddenly opened, casting a fiood of light onto the porch, and re- vealing the stalwart figure of Captain Cameron. His keen ears must have at once detected the watchman’s rather highly pitched voice. “Is that you, Sanders?” he called sharply. “What is the matter? Anything wrong?”’ “Coming, sir,” Sanders answered. ‘There is no help for it, my boy,” he added, in a whisper to Linn. “You have got to face the music.” : | Linn felt himself to be in a tight place, and he had no idea how he was going to get out of the scrape. But he stoutly resolved not to clear himself by betraying the conspirators, and with as much nerve and self-possession as he could summon, he suffered the watchman to lead him. to the porch, and into the glare of hght that shone from the hall. =) (E(0) booksrco