Transcriber’s Notes: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. * * * * * Semi-Monthly Novel Series. No. 142. BEADLE’S DIME NOVELS [Illustration] THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. BY MRS. E. OAKES SMITH. BEADLE & CO., 118 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. T. B. Callender, cor. 3d & Walnut, Phila. * * * * * Beadle’s Dime Novels, No. 143--Ready February 11. THE SWAMP SCOUT. BY W. J. HAMILTON, AUTHOR OF “PEDDLER SPY,” “SHAWNEES’ FOE,” “THE HUNCHBACK,” ETC. [Illustration] Turning abruptly to the right, so as to get away from the main trail, he approached the island from behind. He did not expect to find Marion there. He knew very well that the Swamp Fox was in another part of the swamp, but he was confident that he should find either Peter Horry or his brother. Nor was he disappointed. As he approached the camp from behind he found himself safe from the view of the partisans by a fringe of low bushes. Lying prostrate behind these, he advanced on his belly, like a snake, until the sound of voices, evidently very near at hand, warned him to desist. BEADLE AND COMPANY, Publishers, 118 William Street, N. Y. * * * * * [Illustration] * * * * * THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. And she who climbed the storm-swept steep, She who the foaming wave would dare So oft, love’s vigil here to keep, Stranger, albeit thou think’st I dote, I know, I know she watches there.--HOFFMAN. BY MRS. E. OAKES SMITH, AUTHOR OF “THE NEWSBOY,” “BERTHA AND LILY,” “BALD EAGLE,” ETC. NEW YORK: BEADLE AND COMPANY, PUBLISHERS, 118 WILLIAM STREET. * * * * * Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by BEADLE AND COMPANY. In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. (No. 142.) * * * * * THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. CHAPTER I. STANDING ALONE. “John is a wild renegate, and a shame to the colony,” exclaimed Captain Richard Bonyton, in a burst of unfatherly indignation. It was evident that he neither understood nor loved this son John of his. “I do not think so badly of him,” rejoined Sir Richard Vines. “We must bear in mind, my friend, that in breaking away from the trammels of society, we have helped to sow this unchartered license in our children, good neighbor.” “That may be,” rejoined Bonyton, bitterly, “and we are likely to reap the fruits of it. My renegate son and your mad daughter are like to make a comely span.” The Governor started and turned pale at this unceremonious speech, but he replied, in a calm voice: “My daughter, Mr. Bonyton, shall be looked to.” Bonyton grasped his hand warmly.