Identifier: minuteboysofbost00otis (find matches)
Title: The minute boys of Boston
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Otis, James, 1848-1912
Subjects: United States -- History Revolution, 1775-1783 Juvenile fiction
Publisher: Boston : Dana Estes & Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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der to kill such as you, and Ishall have no hesitation in doing so unless you obeyevery command promptly. During such time as we had been speaking thepace was not slackened, and that the cowardly curhad lost all heart, I understood when he forgedahead at his best speed, as if believing implicitly inthe threat I had made. Running swiftly we were soon on the shore ofthe mill pond, having arrived without seeing orhearing anything to betoken pursuit, and believing itsafe to slacken the pace that I might reserve mystrength in case we were come to that pass where Imust release the prisoner in order to save my ownskin, I allowed the Tory cur to walk, but took goodcare to keep a firm grip on his collar as I mentallyasked myself how it would be possible to rid myselfof the prisoner with due regard to safety. I began to realize that I had made an awkwardcapture; that I had under my hand one whom Idared not set free, and could not take with me. Itwas a most perplexing situation, and during a few
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WOULD YOU DO MURDER ? THE NEW YORK 1 ic LIBRARY PUBl *STOF. LENOT1LDFN ••OffND AN AWKWARD CAPTURE 283 seconds I well nigh lost heart because of having thusplunged my comrades into yet greater difficulties. Yet what other could I have done? If, when heaccosted me, I had turned to flee, he would have fol-lowed, and within two or three minutes a score oflobster backs must have been on my trail, whenthere could be no chance of escape. My only safetylay in holding fast to him, and yet by so doing wasI increasing the peril. He must have fancied I had grown faint-heartedto a certain degree, for as we walked on by the shoreof the mill pond, he obeying every motion of mineas does a dog that has been whipped, the scoundrelbegan to whimper, being fool enough to think thatby the use of soft words he could make his stand-ing good once more. You do me wrong, Luke Wright, when you be-lieve I led the Britishers up to Bartons point thatnight you were embarking for Hog island. Who has accused you o

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