Harry Castlemon

Harry Castlemon

Summary

Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Sailor Jack, the Trader

When Tom looked into his companion’s face he was surprised to see how white it was.
Mark,” said he in a low whisper, “we’re in the worst scrape of our lives, and if we come safely out of it I’ll promise that I will never again try to interfere with Marcy Gray. He can go into the army or stay out of it, just as he pleases. If he ever finds out what we have been up to what will become of us?”
“If he hasn’t found it out already it is his own fault,” replied Mark, who had never before been so badly frightened. “Everybody in the settlement knows it, and some enemy of ours will be sure to tell him.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Sailor Jack, the Trader

Not being a soldier, Ned Griffin was in no haste to ride into a dark swamp to brave an invisible bushwhacker, who might be as ready to shoot him as anybody else, but when Rodney broke into a run and started for the stable-yard, he kept close at his heels. The two saddled their horses with all haste, and with the eager and excited hounds for a body-guard, rode through the bars just in time to meet the two survivors of Mr. Biglin’s party, who had at last found courage enough to stop their frantic steeds and come back.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Sailor Jack, the Trader

Every man in the office was a stranger to Tom. There were stacks of carbines and cavalry sabres in all the corners, horses saddled and bridled were hitched to the rack in front of the door, and there were a few tanned and weather-beaten soldiers standing around ready to start at the word, but there was not a Home Guard to be seen.
“This is Tom Randolph, sir,” was the way in which one of the guards brought the new-comer to the notice of the conscript officer. “Don’t sit down,” he added a moment later, as Tom drew a chair toward him.
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