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"Doth your wound trouble you, Martin?"

"Nay, indeed," says I, shaking h so deep and oft?"

"I am a vasty fool!"

"Are you, Martin--why?" But in place of answer I rose and, co beside her, scowled to see the tender flesh of her arht toyou were very strong, iveto this pretty arm would have touched rieve her; perceiving this she comes a little nearer: "You h 'tis all floury!" So I kissed her arm, tenderly and very reverently, as it had been solad 'twas I did this, comrade"

"Glad, Martin?"

"Aye! I had rather 'twasher shiver, "plague on et them--and I have their weapons to cope with 'e my hand in both of hers "Thank God, Martin! I feared you had killed thefor me! Would to God I had indeed slain--"

"Hush, Martin, O hush!" And here she claps her pretty hand to h truly," says she the whiles this was a-doing, "fro I feared them all slain at your hand, so do I rejoice to know you innocent of their deaths!" Here, her hand released, she fell a-laughing (albeit a little tremulously) to see my face all patched with flour; and so, back to her labour

"But, Martin," says she, turning to glance at me in a while, "You reat men, and very brave!"

"Here was no bravery!" quoth I, "Methought you surely dead and I reatly?" she questioned and not looking at ht them in Skeleton Cove, beyond Deliverance, Martin?"

"Aye! You found their guns there?"

"And the sand all trampled and hatefully stained 'Tis an evil place, Martin"

"And so it is!" says I "But as to these weapons, there were two good firelocks I uns and swords and pistols You raved for theh indeed you have no need of these, there be weapons of every sort in the Treasure cave, 'tis like an arsenal"