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"Brant! Brant--fifteen year!"

"Brant? Fifteen years? Do you mean Major Brant, the one Nolan killed

over at Bethune?"

"He--he didn't--"

The oldfroasping for breath His

coht him, and ripped open the heavy flannel shirt Then he

strode savagely across in front of his shrinking horse, tore down the

flaring picture, and hastily thrust it into his pocket, the light of

the phosphorus hich it had been drawn being reflected for a

moment on his features

"A dirty, miserable, lon trick," he ot to do it, for the little girl"

He stuh the darkness, his hat filled ater, and

dashed it into Murphy's face "Co 'bout spooks; they don't hang 'round fer long at a tione by now Brace up, et out o' here afore rasped his arm, and drew himself slowly to his feet

"Don't see nuthin' now, do ye?"

"No Where's my--horse?"

The other silently reached hi as he did so the

quick, nervous peering this way and that, the starting at the slightest

sound