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LAFLIN’ 8 ee 51 guess, I swored I'd ae revinge, an’ now ve jined thar gang, so they don’ts’picion nev 109 Ye “You know old Daddy Sollars an’ Diet ts has dealin'’s with this British ossifer, Kurnel De Forrest’ is his ‘han'le,; I think. Anyhow, the Keedy ‘boys has heerd'as how he’s got a pile 6’ money in the house, an' they've aoe - thar sgrompt to» hey ef: & Hw ove ow " i “ What do you. mean ? 4 ele to the point at once! Do they intend'to attack the bousey _ if 80, when'?” tinpeticou y exclaimed Sloan. : ». “ They jest do, swith tiie men, an’ to-night’s the time. It war all cut an’ dried last night, an I hunted you up ‘as svon as Lcould. But ef I hadn’t ’a’ bin hid in the bushés when you popped over them two sodbdisens, Tdon’t believe I'd ’a’ found you in time,” added agtaate; as _ ‘seated’ caemanage at a little distance. “At What time do you ie whey will make pad at- tack ?” | “Not afore one o'clock, ’cause you see they've eet Gigdood long ways to;travel’ An’ then they won’tstart tell) late, so the fulks in the big house ‘Il be all re Pigs areas hee time to-make much fuss afore its alh over. | | pa) qaey “ Now what do yow "tend doin’ about it? In ar you -won’t jet.’em hev it all thi? own way?” 5 >“ Now likely, But) it’s: a-mixed-up job, and: Pm: ‘afreid sroulile will come of it.) Thete:nre some twenty soldiers at the house,! Colonel» De FPorrest’s)' bodyguard ; and what is more, they have had several» tarn-ups with wy imeni—a fact shat If neither side will forget. “S mbe mes tdgie 1 oes “ Av. suoulds a quarrel arise—not but I) know my pets voutd hold their own with-the *lobster-backs’—-we would ‘be an a sweet pickle if the Black Band should attack us°then. if I only had the boys ‘that the major drafted!’ mused the young partisan, rather to = — ” ae -tagetoee sand = lire nee Do you go with o8 us e he aided, sbrupt, as he arose “ No, Teain’t. I alae ar at the ly ai with ay rest ; oe 1 wasn’t, they'd spicion me right off. » But be shore I meslue jap mucieaneie™ melt her one more to deal Conmmicloooks.conrn