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CHAPTER V. {|align="center" style="font-size:90%;line-height:135%" "It needs but to be bold&mdash;be bold&mdash;be bold&mdash; Everywhere bold.&mdash;'Tis every virtue told; Courage and truth, humanity and skill,  The noblest cunning that the mind can will,  And the best charity. We do but kill,  Not succour, when we shudder at the ill:  The loathing and the sorrow that not strives,  Were sorry proof of manhood."
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was not long before Singleton reached the tavern, which he now found crowded. The villagers of all conditions and politics had there assembled, either to mutter over their doubts or discontents, or to gather counsel for their course in future, from the many, wiser than themselves, in their own predicament. There, also, came the true loyalist, certain to find deference and favour from those around him, not so happy or so secure as himself in the confidence of the existing powers. The group was motley enough, and the moods at work among them not less so. Some had already determined upon submission,&mdash;some of the weak&mdash;the time-serving&mdash;such as every old community will be found to furnish, where indolent habits, which have become inveterate, forbid all sort of independence. Some fluctuated, and knew not what to do, or even what to think. But there were others, Singleton imagined, as he looked into their grave, sullen features, full of thought and pregnant with determination, who felt nothing so strongly as the sense of injustice, and the rebel-daring which calls for defiance at every hazard.

"Vengeance! my men!" he muttered to himself, as, passing full into the apartment, he became at once visible to the group. The old landlord himself was the first person who confronted him, speaking still after that familiar fashion which had already had its rebuke from the same quarter.

"Ah, captain! (the brow of Singleton darkened)&mdash;squire, I mean. I ask pardon, squire; but here, where every man is a captain, or a