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"No, George," I answered; "it would be worse than useless But

one thing I do ask of you--you who know me so ood-by, and--take e here before all these eyes that look upon me as

a murderer, and--"

Before I had finished he had reat aran, in a strangely cracked voice, "oh! man

as I love!--never think as I'd believe their lies, an'--Peter

--such fighters as you an' me! a match for double their number

--let's make a bolt for it--ecod! I want to hit soo over like

skittles like skittles, Peter--"

The crohich had swelled ed, opened, and a

man on horseback pushed his way towards h he had clothed hih hands were now laid upon ht it in e, and don't look so downcast,

man" But ere forced apart, and I was pushed and pulled and