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| "Wheel about, and march back to the house, or I shall
shoot," said the Tory. | [Frontispiece] |
| "You are grown timorous indeed, Evan, if you can imagine
that noise to be caused by the Redcoats." | [7] |
| "Take your hands off! I am not to be treated as a prisoner,"
Ephraim cried. | [32] |
| Nathan did as his comrade suggested, and save for a slight
creaking now and then, the work was carried on. | [91] |
| The colt darted forward at full speed with Mrs. Dillard. | [113] |
| Nathan and Evan crept within three feet of the Tory. | [193] |
SARAH DILLARD'S RIDE.