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48 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. “No, I will not. If you hada rival, I should not tell you.” “T must give you good-day, then. But before I go, I tell you as I told your brother not half an hour since, that you have made an enemy to-day. Let the Mohawk Whigs beware of Guy Johnson; and especially let the Connors look out for him. I will be a firebrand among your dwel- lings.” ~ “You will-only be doing what your heart prompts you to do, in that case, I care nothirlg for your threats. Haye you any thing more to say to me?” He seized her roughly. by the arm. “You may ineense me too much, girl. From what [hear, I think I have ne rival who is so much to be feared as the hatred of your brothers to every thing true to the king. You have one brother, however, who fights in the true cause, What is to hinder me now from seizing you and taking you away? Once in the Mohawk country, you might pray in vain to be made my wife. You would be mine, mine to do as I chose with, By heaven, I will do it.” ; ‘His dagger was drawn in a moment, and presented at her breast. ‘“ Not a word,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “ or it will be the worse for you. Say that you will be my wife, even now, and J will spare you. You need not speak, Nod your head.” ; ei She only answered by a look of open scorn, and screamed with all her might. The next instant his hand was over her motth, stifling her cries. He sprung into the saddle, guiding the horse with his knees, and turned his head up the river, going at racing speed. “ She struggled to free herself, des- perately but unavailingly, The hand was still pressed over her mouth, and the horse dashed on. She was giving up, a sensation of faintness was creeping over her, when a yoice cried “halt!” in a loud and commanding tone. Guy saw that a horseman had thrown himself. into the path, and that he was better mounted than himself, even if his horse had nota double load to carry. Claspipg Miriam about the waist, he allowed her to drop to the ground, and drew his sword With an angry jerk. Miriam saw with joy that the new-comer was the stranger who had given his name as Hdgar, His connichooks.conn