Stand by that door while I open it ;a and as the soldier, not suspecting a trick, darted forward to it, Carlini and Nugent bounded into the street, the former jerking the door ... Searcer was the bolt turned, when the sentry, perceiving too late that he had been duped, discharged his musket. ... He passed them, without looking either to the right or left: and immediately the fugitives again darted away. ... If new they could reach his dwelling unseen, both felt that they would be comparatively safe.
|Title||:||Rosalie Du Pont, Or, Treason in the Camp|