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"Tonight hehimself

into the saddle "And this will be a much harder and crueller race

than he ran before or will ever run again, Martin, I hope Pray what,

tiht, sir"

"So late!" said Barnabas, gri as he settled his

feet in the stirrups "Now--give him his head there--stay! Martin,

have you a brace of pistols?"

"Pistols! Why yes, sir, but--"

"Lend theht, somewhat clumsy weapons, but

serviceable none the less

"They're loaded, sir!" said Martin as he handed the one into either pocket,

gathered up his reins

"You'll not be back tonight, sir?"

"Not tonight, Martin"