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"Madam," answered Sorden, "here is the husband of Mrs. Patty Cannon. She was your brother's mother-in-law. I love this man as I never loved A male. He is wounded, and we want him taken in till he can have a doctor." "Take him to the jail, then, if that is not it burning yonder," the woman exclaimed, scornfully.
As they rode on they came to the man called Sorden, riding as the guide to the invading column, a person of more genteel address than any beneath Van Dorn, and young, pliable, and frolicking. "My skin!" he said. "Now, boys, Van Dorn oughtn't had to brung you. You're too sniptious for this rough work. I love the Captain better than I ever loved A male, but he oughtn't to spile boys."
Sorden spoke up, he being of the party: "A disease called leprosy has broke out in ole Derrick Molleston's cabin; Sam Ogg has got it, too, and they say he fetched it up from the breakwater. Nobody will go near them.
Derrick Molleston, regretting the loss of his loping horse, bore out to the wagon an object he had found striving to escape from the veranda at the kitchen side, though with a gag in his mouth, and a skewer between his elbows and his back. "See me, see me!" the negro kidnapper spoke, hoarsely. "He's mine an' Devil Jim Clark's. I tuk him." "Why, it's Buck Ransom," Sorden said.
The boy went up the tree with all his vicious instincts full of fight. "Melson!" "Ay yi!" "Milman!" "Ah! boy." "Get yourselves beneath the two large windows on the hall and serve as mounting-blocks to Sorden's party. I shall storm the main door. As we enter there, Sorden, order your men right over Melson and Milman into the windows Ransom has lifted."
"I love him," muttered Sorden, admiringly, "as I never loved A male," and collected his party. "Whitecar, you and your brother hold the back door with your staves. If it is forced, Miles Tindel " "Tackle 'em, Cap'n Van!" "Will throw his red-pepper dust into the eyes of any that come out." "Oh, tackle 'em, Cap'n Van!" "Derrick Molleston!" "See me, O see me!" the powerful negro muttered.
"Van Dorn told me to come," Owen Daw cried. "I'm big enough to buck a nigger." "I love him better than I ever loved A male," said Sorden, apologetically. "Who is t'other young offender?" "I'm a stranger to your parts," Levin replied. "Mrs. Cannon made me come. I didn't want to." "Are you afear'd?" "Yes," Levin said. "Well, I love the Captain better than I ever loved A male.
Ride on with Sorden at the lead, and a mile from here, at Camden town, take your own way. Good-night!"
The Quaker's arms, as they enclosed Van Dorn, presented, upon the cuff of his coat, a large steel or metal button, and the ball from the tree, striking this, glanced, and entered Van Dorn's throat. "Aymé Guay!" Van Dorn muttered, and was thrown out of the window to the earth, all limp and huddled together, till John Sorden bore him off, muttering, "I loved him as I never loved A male."
"Shall I make the home of the Chancellor of Delaware a hospital for Patty Cannon's men as a reward for her sending my brother to the gallows?" She closed the window and the blind, and left them alone in the storm. "Drive, Derrick, to your den at Cooper's Corners, quick, then," Sorden said.
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