Brave Tom - The Battle That Won by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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muttering to each other in low tones.
"They're looking for me," was the conclusion of the boy, who grasped his pistol more rigidly, and rose to the standing posture. "If they want me, all they've got to do is to take me." What was the amazement of the youth to see at this moment, while his eyes were fixed upon the door, the iron bolt slowly move back, without, so far as he could see, the least human agency. This was a house, indeed, in which such characters were given every facility they could wish to ply their unholy vocation. Immediately after the fastening went back, the latch was lifted, and the door swung noiselessly inward. As it did so, a head, covered only with a mass of shock hair, which hung down like pieces of tarred rope, and with the lower part of the face veiled by a black, stringy beard, was thrust far enough within to show the shoulders. Directly behind appeared another face, placed on a shorter body, but none the less repellant in expression, and the two were forcing their way into the room, when they paused. They seemed to conclude that it would be best to consider the matter further before rushing in there. Instead of seeing a boy sound asleep in bed, waiting for them to rob him of all his earthly possessions, they found themselves confronted by a wide-awake lad, with his revolver pointed straight at their villainous |
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