Identifier: lifeonroadorclau00robe (find matches)
Title: Life on the road : or, Claude, Turpin, and Jack, being a complete account of the most daring adventures of the notorious highwaymen, Claude Duval, Dick Turpin, and Sixteen-string Jack
Year: 1800 (1800s)
Authors: Robert M. De Witt (Firm), publisher
Subjects: Penny dreadfuls
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : Robert M. De Witt
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
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l! Blood for blood! The sound of that voice seemed to animate the gipsies; and collecting alltheir strength and all their ferocity, they made another dash at the littleparty; but as our friends had not received any injury whatever worth thementioning, and none at all that they felt at the moment, they stood firm,and the result of this second attack of the gipsy crew was somethingvery similar to the first. Some half-dozen more fell to the gi-ound, eitherdead or totally insensible from serious hurts. CHAPTEE LXXXII. Aftee this second check, the gipsies were by far too much reduced innumber to hazard a third attack. With a yell of rage and disappointment,they set off in full retreat among the trees; and in tho space of a momentor two not one was to be seen, except such as lay upon the ground at thofeet of their victors. This is pleasant! cried Olaudo. . , Very, said Jack. Is anybody hart of us? All right, cried the young farmer and Mark Brereton. prCK TDRPIN, AKD SISTREN-STRTKG JACK. 419
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CSaude and Jack watching the Landlord of the Inn in his sleep. In a moment, then, the footpad answered— A slight scratch, he said, as he appeared staunching the blood thatflowed from a knife-wound in his arm. A slight scratch, tliat is all. HoAV did you get it ? said Claude. Why, I saw that you all had enough to do in front, so, knowing wellwhat the gipsies are, I kept an eye on one man, and was rewarded byseeing a fellow stealing along, with a knife in his hand, to attack you all be-hind. I closed with him, and he gave me this bit of a scratch, thats all. And where is he? Lying over there. It strikes me his head had two or three hard knocksagainst that bit of root of the chesnut there, that sticks out of the ground sosingularly, and is as hard as iron. It strikes me so too, said Jack, who stepped for a moment over towhere the man was lying. Nobody can deny that the fellow had somebrains. Horn do you mean. Jack ? said Claude. Why, they are lying principally on the ground by his side

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