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you s'pose he knew ? Andre he didn't have 

 money enough about him. That was what 

 was the matter ; and they cal'lated, they did, 

 that Gen. Washington's cash was better than 

 the Britisher's promises." 



*' Well, hain't I heard my gran'ther talk about 

 it, too?" responded another resident of the 

 bar-room. '' He knowed 'em, he did, individ- 

 ooally, and he said that if Andre's stirrups, 

 saddle, horse, and all had been made of solid 

 gold, and he'd offered it to 'em, they wouldn't 

 have looked at it no more than they would at a 

 copper cent." 



*' I've hearn' tell," chimed in a little old man, 

 ** that the trouble with Andre was that he was 

 out o' rum, and they wanted him to treat, and 

 he couldn't. 'Tell you, if he had a got off it 

 would a been a lesson for him in future — never 

 git out o' rum. Ef his flask had not gin out, 

 he could have said : ' Come, boys, let's set down 

 here on the bank, take a drink, and talk over 

 things good-natured.' There would not have 

 been no occasion for pulling off his boots." 



This suggestion was new to me, but the pro- 

 pounder was not, perhaps, far out of the v/ay 

 in his general idea that a little more tact 

 would have saved Andre. Dr. Coutant, an 



