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The monstrous insult of the menace lefthow helpless he must be did I but raise ht, it see that scrap o' treason unearthed in your chambers God! how you flouted that beast, Sir Henry, and his fat-headed adjutant!"

He studied me coldly: "Do you mean to let me have my rifle?"

"No"

"Oh! you mean murder?"

"I am no executioner," I said contemptuously "There are those a-plenty ill paint black for a guinea--after a court martial There are those who paint for war, too, Mr Butler"

I talked to gain ti in nowise anxious to force my hand Ah! I should have been suspicious at that--I realized it soon enough--yet the Iroquois, leaving Thendara for the rites at the Great Tree, were not yet out of sound of a shout, or of a rifle-shot--though I meant to take him alive, if that were possible And all the while I watched his every careless gesture, every movement, every flutter of his insolent eyelids, ready to set foot upon his rifle and hold hier appeared to occupy himself with the recovery of his rifle; he wore neither pistol nor knife nor hatchet; indeed, in his belt I saw a roll of paper, closely scribbled, and knew it to be a speech composed for delivery at this fire, now burned out forever

He placed his hands on his hips, pacing to and fro the distance between the fire and the edge of the Dead Water, now looking thoughtfully up into the blue sky, now lost in reverie And everyhim more and ht even now summon by a shout

Presently he halted, with an absent, upward glance, then his gaze reverted to old watch, examined it with expressionless interest, and slowly returned it to the fob-pocket

"Well, sir," he inquired, "do I take it that you desire to further detain me here, or do you merely wish to steal er require your rifle, Mr Butler," I said quietly

"A question--a racefully "Who are your red friends yonder?" pointing toward the two distant fore of the s

"An Oneida and a quarter-breed"

"Oh--a squaw? By the head-gear I take the smaller one to be a Huron squaw Which reminds me, Mr Renault," he added, with a dull stare, "that the last ti your heels you were headed for the nearest parson!"