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sudden tumult in front of their house and an abrupt demand to open the door. Rising and going to the window Richard saw that the whole space in front of the house was filled with Higlanders and Indians. “What do you want?” he demanded of the man who was pounding at the door. ‘“ Open, in the king’s name.” “Who are you ?” ~“ David Connor. You had better open the docr.” Richard went down and opened it, going outside himself, and closing it quickly behind him. “What do you want here, Dave ?” he demanded. “ Lucky for you that it isn’t yourself,’ replied David. “TY hear that you have.a stranger here. Who is he ?” He i is a gentleman from tlie upper country. What is that . to you?” “Oh, nothing much. Only Sir John and Sir Guy have got some very particular business with this gentleman from the upper country, and have sent me to take him. Sorry to de- prive you of your guest, my dear brother, but when duty calls you know we must obey. Do me the favor to trot out — this gentleman for inspection.” “If I had thirty of my boys here you should fight for him,” said Richard. “Were you born without a heart, David ?” “Can't say. Where is this man ?” “Here, said a stern voice. David uttered a yell of terror, and coveredhis face with his hands. The man whom he thought dead was before him, and for a moment, in spite ot his strong nerves, he thought he saw a spirit ; but his good sense triumphed. 3 , “So you escaped death that day ?” | “T escaped.” P Of thought I was done with you forever. However, I now — arrest you in the king’s name.’ “The king’s name was a tower of strength once. It isso no longer. Try some other name.” Do you refuse to yield? Men, make ready, take aim.” “He surrenders,” said Richard, hurriedly. “ Keep back your men, Dave, he will yield, You had better, sir ; rene 3 is hothing to ‘be pcan by rofusing to give up.” Ccommiclooks.conn