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? THE DESPERADO. | 23 “ She is one of those,” he said, “who has been dead to the world since her birth, That world is to her a moral wilderness into which she does not care to stray. Seek not to penetrate the mystery of her life; for I swear to you that if you find her out and do her a ‘wrong, I will kill you with as little scruple as I would slay a deer for my food; with less, for I pity every beast that falls beneath my weap- on. ” “ Why may I not know her?” demanded Stanton. “ What ‘will induce you to: grant me an interview ?” _ “Nothing,” replied the hunchback, coldly. “Do not waste your breath, I pray you; it will be needful for your Journey. Go your ways and never seek to find me out, never look upon my face again. Before two weeks, blood will flow in the valley yonder, and the first blows which shall herald the birth of a strong young nation will be struck. You will be there, striking for a new flag, who haye struck good blows under the banner of England. You will be there, I say ; Ido not blame you; your blood is. hot, and if your leaders would not laugh at the offer of such an arm as this, I would be there too. But no matter, we waste time, I give you good- day.” : Thus they parted. Stanton crossed the open space, passed Over the neck of land and reached the place where he had met Wando on the previous evening. He found his horse Where he had picketed him, and hastily prepared him for the toad. While engaged in this work, two men came into the. thicket near at hand and watched him carefully. One was.an Indian, in the dress of the Mohawks, and the other a white man wearing the uniform of Johnson’s Greens. It would be hard to conceive any thing more repulsive than the face of this white man. He had a square face, with heavy, massive jaws, like a bull-dog, and, deep-set, glittering little eyes. A cut like that of a saber crossed his face from the inner corner of. his right eye and lost itself in the heavy hair upon his neck. “One of Gansevoort’s men, ” he muttered, looking at the Indian, oe “ Ugh !” was the reply of the savage, elutching at the Bane dle of his hatchet. “Take him scalp, eh ?” comiclooks.com