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Pat ah A PRISONER, ee: BB “TI surrender,” said Edgar. “As you say, they are too strong for us. What do you intend :to do with me?” “ You shall be taken to the Hall. Sir John wishes to ex amine you himself.” “Let me say good-by to these kind friends; your parents, I believe. They have two worthy sons; would I could say as much for athird. I look to you, Richard, to see that no wrong is done me, and if you feel strong enough at any time, break my prison bars. Good-by, friend John; good- by, respected sir. I am sorry to be the cause of rousing you from roe slumbers. Tell Miss Miriam—ah, she is here.” Miriam entered at this moment in a loose habit, thrown hastily about her. She cast a terrified glance over the faces of the Highlanders and Indians, and demanded what this meant. | | “Tt means,” cried Guy Johnson, suddenly stepping to the front, “that I have not by any means forgotten the insults you heaped upon me scarcely a week ago. It means that I have kept an eye on the redoubtable champion who broke my sword after he had disabled me by a cowardly blow.” “ You acknowledge to my face,” said Richard, “that you attempted to abduct my sister, because she would not listen to your vile suit. What is to hinder me now, Guy Johnson, from killing you where you stand ?” “ Brother !” cried Miriam. “ Richard!” said his father.. . “What is to hinder? The knowledge that if you lift a hand against me, my Highlanders will cut you into a thou- sand pieces. I was not fool enough to come here without protection. But we have no time for fooling liere, Dave.” “You are right. Where is this man’s horse ?” “You had better give them your name,” said Mr. Connor. “Jt may bring you good treatment.” “ Byom a Johnson? No. I will tell my name sail to we John or his brother-in-law.” The black horse was brought out and Kdgar mounted,. after bidding. Miriam good-by. When they turned to go back into the house, they found her lying senseless upou the hall fleor. “Poor girl,” muttered Richard ; “1 fear she Comicloooks.comn