Identifier: lifeonroadorclau00robe (find matches)
Title: Life on the road : or, Claude, Turpin, and Jack, being a complete account of the most daring adventures of the notorious highwaymen, Claude Duval, Dick Turpin, and Sixteen-string Jack
Year: 1800 (1800s)
Authors: Robert M. De Witt (Firm), publisher
Subjects: Penny dreadfuls
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : Robert M. De Witt
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
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e advanced two steps. Afraid ?^ Yes, friend. A brave man is always afraid to do a base and cowardlynotion. Dick slowly lowered his hand, as he said— You are a riddle. What am I to think ? I heard enough to convinceany one of your treactery; even now, for all I know, the oflicer Granby^may have left the house, only for the purpose of cancocting measures forour apprehension. He has not left the house, friend. Where is he then? Through that half-open door, friend, thou wilt find him.* Jack, said Dick, he is your victim, shoot him if you see him there^while I keep an eye upon our friend here. Jack passed through the half-open doorway, and then in a moment h&came back with agitation in his looks— He is there, indeed, he said, but he is dead.*^ Dead? ■ Yes, Dick. He lies in his blood. And this, friend, is some of it, said the quaker, as he po-inted to tb®water in the wash-hand basin,, which was of an ensanguined tinge. Thisis some of it P DICK TURPIN, AND SIXTEEK-STRING JACK. 327
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The Valiant Innkeeper. At that moment the face of Franklin again changed to the awful express-ion that it had worn at the moment that Dick and Jack had made their wayso roughly into the apartment; but it was but transient; gradually subsid-ioic, he looked cold and quiet as usual. Dick hastily made his way to theadjoining room to make sure that Jack had not been mistaken, but there hesaw Granbylyiiig in a pool of blood, although he could not well perceive bywhat means he had come by his death. The face was uninjured, but it hadnpon it an awful expression of agony, as it was upturned to the ceiling.The eyes were fixed and opaque, and the hair hung in disordered masses,partially dabbled in blood. Dick made the best of his way back to the other room, and in a voiceindicative of emotion, he said— Franklin, Avhat is the meaning of this? He, said the quaker, proceeding towards the dead body, he would telljou if ha had a tongue tlmt he couJd wag now. 328 LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF CLAUDE DUVAL,

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