“He is dead,” cried the leader, “that second shot has touched a vital part.”
He tore away the garments as he spoke, but uttered a cry of joy when he exposed the chest, for there, right over the heart, lay a miniature, which had stopped the ball.
Washington looked at the picture, and muttered, “Ha! I have heard of this—and now I will see if I cannot serve my young friend a good turn.”
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CHAPTER III.
Marry never for houses, nor marry for lands,
Nor marry for nothing but only love.
Family Quarrels.
When our hero, after a long interval of unconsciousness, opened his eyes, he found himself, to his surprise, in a large and elegantly furnished apartment, entirely strange to him. He pulled aside the curtains of his bed with his uninjured arm, and looked out. An aged female servant sat watching him.
“What massa want?” she said.