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68 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. pains, in his meanness, to iron him heavily. The young man regarded the efforts to annoy him with sturdy indifference, thanking the sheriff for his courtesy and DrOKMSDE, to repay it in kind before many days. It was irksome to him, a young man, just beginning to make himself useful in a great cause, to be shut up in a dirty juil, on a pretext which could never stand in law, since David Connor had no warrant to arrest him at the time he received the blow which had roused his anger. Guy Johnson, his en- emy, came to see him after he had been three days in the jail, to taunt him with his power over him. He came in company with David, for the two were together constantly now, and sat down, as he said, for a little confidential talk, while Sheriff Black looked in at the door. “JT demand to know,” cried Edgar, starting as nearly erect as he could, “ by what right you allow these fellows to intrude upon my privacy? Iam soup prisoner, but I have nothing to say to such men as these.” ‘‘ Go out and close the door, sheriff,” said Guy. “ And, on the whole, Dave, I think you had better go too and leave me alone with this young chap, who is going to have nothing to say to such as you and I. As if he could help it, poor fel- low.” “You must promise, before I go, to keep your hands off him. Curse him, he has a bitter tongue, and he well knows how to use ft. You will promise this ?” said David. “T will. Go out, Dave, and leave us together.” David complied, and the key rattled in the lock. ‘< this was done, Guy turned to the prisoner. His face was flushed, but there were white cints coming and going as if his anger — must show itself somehow. | “ Well met,” said he. “Do you know wiy I have come here to-day ?” “T think I do. You have come here to gloat over me in bonds, to feast your eyes upon the prostrate form of one who would make you shrink and ‘tremble if his hands were free, What have you to say tome?” | ; “A great deal. First, I hate you. I asked that girl, who, but for you, would now be mine, whether I had a rival, Sbe told me no, But she ed /” connicbooks.conn