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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, — 109 \ his heart, but he trembled and turned pale at the — sight of blood. ‘*T’ll take one!’’ he gasped. “Blank!’’? pronounced Wimper, drawing the slip. ‘Now, Baxter, it lies between you and me. Two and four are left. ‘Which do you take?’’ ‘Tl shall take four,’’ returned Baxter. The lot was oan and laid upon the table, but. the Indian did not speak, for every eye at once caught the fatal word. Baxter had drawn the knife! “Well, it seems I am the man,”’’ he said, with as much unconcern as though he had been deputized _to wring the neck of a fowl. be am ready for this job. Ryan, show me the way.’ As the smooth-faced villain spoke, he drew a knife from his bosom, and arose from his chair. “You can’t reine the place,’’ said Ryan. ‘‘The boy sleeps in the room right straight ahead from the top of the stairs. Don’t turn to the right nor left.’’ “But you’d better go with me to make sure.”’ “No, no,’ said the host, ‘‘there’s no need of it; and besides it might wake up the young traitor. You couldn’t miss it if you tried.’’ Baxter was not particular, and taking the candle in his hand, he turned to.he door. ‘Be careful of your light. Don’t wake him,”’ urged Ryan, in nervous accents. ‘I wouldn’t have him ery out.”’ “T’ll look to that,’”’ returned Baxter. ‘‘The thing shall be done quickly.’’ “You'd better take off your shoes,” suggested. Wimper. The assassin removed his heavy-shoes, and ina moment more he passed from the room. Those who were left behind could hear the slight creaking of GEomicbooks co