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"Ay," said Haward, gathering up his cards "'Tis yours to play"

"Juba told me that you had called for Mirza, and had ridden away to the

glebe house"

"True," answered the other "And what then?"

There was a note of warning in his voice, but MacLean did not choose to

heed "I rowed on down the river, past the mouth of the creek," he

continued, with deliberation "There was a rass and a mass of

colored vines"-"And a blood-red oak," finished Haward coldly "Shall we pay closer regard

to e are doing? I play the king"

"You were there!" exclaion--searched

for and found the poor -place" The red caan; then checked hier the bit of painted pasteboard before hi," he repeated, in an even voice; then struck a bell, and

when Juba appeared ordered the negro to bring wine and to stir the fire

The flae animation to the face of the lady

above the htness to the swords crossed

beneath the painting The slavethe curtains

ht While he was present the

players gave their attention to the ga door MacLean laid down his cards