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"Let'sup with a club in his hand,

directly foroff toward the wall of St Agatha's

"Watch the house," I yelled to the chaplain; and

then, on the edge of the wood Morgan ca his club over his head, and in aaway at a merry rate We both had

revolvers strapped to our waists, but I had no intention

of drawing ht

Stoddard was busy keeping off Morgan's personal

guard, who seey of a fencer, and

ood stead now

With a tre over the snow, and, as we grappled, Bates yelled

froan's wounded

arrapple,

and his anger got the better of his judgreat rate as we feinted and

dragged each other about He caught hold of ed

me from my feet, but I pinioned his arhthim upon his side It is not, I confess, a pretty

business, ainst that of

a fellow man, and as I cast myself upon him and felt

his hard-blown breath onin so ignoble a contest

Bates continued to call from the house