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An exultant look came into the eyes of the chief. He had hoped that the young man would Continue obstinate, and give him a chance to destroy him, as he could: now do... The na- of the man was bloody. With the single exception of his love for Inez, he had none of the milk of human kindness in his bosom. Human life was a slight thing im ‘his “hands. Death was to him an eternal sleep. He never slept Jess quiet- ly from the fact that he had killed a man half an hour before he retired to rest. The acute Yankee saw the look if his fuce. “Make him keep his promise tew yew, Tewmy. He said he’d give yew till mornin’,” said he. “ Be silent, fellow,” said the chief. “ Spéak- for yourself. What do you intend to do?” “Me? I’m goin’ tew join yew. I'm goin’ tew be a rob- ber. I’ve got conscienshous scruples agin’ bein ew the head-and put in a hole.” “Wery well. You may remain here until sataatins when the oath will be administered to you. As for your companion, let him come with me.” He drew a pistol from his belt and signed to Elliot to fol- low him. Tommy rose, and bidding the Yankee a-cordial farewell, left him blabbering om the stone, while he followed the dark-browed man to his doom. As they passed ont into the hall the curtain of the room of Inez was lifted, and she came out to meet them. Tommy thought she looked more beautiful than ever. The traces of recent tears were on her cheeks, and she threw herself at the feet of the chief. — pSWpiee Mal? po egigall ee kilhinm.’” | nes io ¥ > te ideal ls mips Shion Get back to your room You have no business here.” “[ must speak to:'you, I-must beg of you to think what you are doing—to pause before it is too late.” “ No, Inez; you have spoken the doom of this young fel- low, who is brave asa man need be, and will mect his death like a man. You waste my time and his. Rise. We niust do our work as it comes to our hands”: : “ You say nothing,” said Inez, appealing to Elliot. “You do not even ask for your life at his handsy “Join with me.” dl comiclbooks.com