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24 7 THE HUNCHBACK. “Not yet,” replied the other. “It is that cursed Stan- ton, and he and I have heavy scores to settle. But he will be in the saddle if we don’t look out. T'll speak to him.” As the two men came from the woods, Stanton saw them, and bounded into the saddle as the safest place for a soldier. Hardly had he touched it, when the tory jerked his rifle to his shoulder, and fired. It is doubtfnl whether he intended to fire at the horse or the man. At any rate, the steed fell as if stricken by a lightning bolt, shot through the head. Stanton disengaged his feet from the stirrups, and drew his pistols, at the same time, so that the tory, rushing up to secure his prize, was appalled by the apparition of two loaded pistols, presented at his head, with a determined hand ready to pull the triggers. Though a man of undoubted courage, he recoiled and openeda parley. “Look here, Stanton, what is the use of making a fuss ? You might as well surrender. Jve got forty men in the bushes, and if you touch one of those devil’s playthings, they will have your blood for it. Give up at once.” “You lie, Tom Goldey,” replied Stanton. “ You haven't a man nearer than St. Leger’s forces, except Indian Joe. Move a step and I fire. How dared you shoot my horse ?” “That was lawful enough, seeing that you was trying to escape. You'll own that I might have hit you as well as the horse. Come, man, make a virtue of necessity, and yield with 2 good grace, or I swear when we do take you we will burn you alive.” “Wait until you to me,” cried Stanton, esi “ Ha! keep back !” This exclamation was excited by an attempt of the tory to get nearer. He retreated in confusion. “T’ll give you one more chance, you infernal rebel,” he cried, “before I mount you. Give up them weapons and don’t dally. I’m a nice fellew until you rile me up, and then you might as well play with lightning ; drop them weapons, I[ say.” ‘Seeaiton answered by a laugh which made the tory more angry. He made a signal to the Indian and they began to approach him on two sides; but he placed his back against a ConniclOokxs.cGom +