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84 TIM, THE SCOUT. been happy if she had been his wife. Am J asking too much in saying, give her up to him ?” “T can not think of it. Let him take his chance; I take mine.” “Do you promise not to persecute her ?” “ T shall. make love to her, strong !”’ “Oh, yes. But I mean force her to marry you, or any thing of that sort.” “T can’t tell. Never make a promise so farahead. If force - is needed, force shall be employed, though I don’t think it will be at all necessary. The girl begins to like me as it is, and if you give me time enough, and Lewis keeps out of the ‘way, I can make her loye me.” “T have no doubt youmay; but I wish you would promise me this.” | “Can’t do it, Walter. A. little gentle persuasion may be necessary. But, let that pass for the present. I have come to ask you to take a trip wih me.” 6 A tript’.. 4 “Yes. You are not safe here. In fact, no one is safe in the Indian country who is no better defended than you are, I want you to goto the Prophet’s Town with me. You will be safe there if you go as my prisoners.” “ That will be strange safety.” “Jt is the only safety, I tell you.” “JT will not go.” “ Remember Montreal !” “Remember. it. cursed wretch, have you no pity? Would you drag me and our child from our home, where we are living happily, into the midst of a village of hostile In- dians? Remember Montreal! I have cursed the day I ever saw the place. I would that my foot had never trod its streets, at least that they had never entered the hell into which you led me, Tell me, James Wilson, was it not you who led me to that gambling hall? Was it not you who taught me to love wine ?—you, young as you are in years, but old in depravity ? Do yon ask me if I remember Mon- treal ?” “«P faith, boatswain, these be very bitter words, ” said the captain, laughing. “Come, you are only exciting your- COnnicloookxs.coOm