He'll have a chance to repent of his
presumption to-morrow. Squire Woodbridge told me this afternoon that
if he does not have him triced up to the whipping-post in two hours
after we bring him in, it will be because he is no justice of the
quorum. It's plain the Squire has no liking for the fellow."
"I hope there'll be a little more fun this time than there was last
week. I'm sick of these battles without any fighting," doughtily
remarked a very young man.
"I'm afraid your blood-thirstiness won't be gratified this time,"
answered the first speaker. "The General means to surprise them and
take every man-jack of them prisoner before they're fairly waked up.
We shall be back to breakfast to receive your congratulations, Miss
Edwards."
But Miss Edwards had left the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIFTH
A GAME OF BLUFF
Had Perez Hamlin been her sweetheart, her brother, her dearest friend,
the announcement that he was to be captured and brought to Stockbridge
for punishment would not have come upon her with a greater effect of
consternation. After hearing that news it would have been impossible
for her to have retained her composure sufficiently to have avoided
remark had she remained in the parlor.
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