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"When do you go again to trade with your people?" asked MacLean

Hugon glanced at him out of the corners of his black eyes "They are not

to the woods any more I

am so prosperous Diable! shall not I as well as another stay at

Williah, and drink of

the best?"

"There is none will prevent you," said MacLean coolly "Dwell in town,

take your ease in your inn, wear gold lace, stake the skins of all the

deer in Virginia, drink Burgundy and Chaentlerimace "So he found the arrow?

Mortdieu! let him look to it that one day the arrow find not him!"

"If I were Haward," said MacLean, "I would have you taken up"

The trader again looked sideways at the speaker, shrugged his shoulders

and waved his hand "Oh, he--he despises me too much for that! Eh bien!

to-day I love to see his that are bitter, I laugh to see it at his lips She,--Ma'm'selle