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A QUICK RETURN. 27 ined it, I conclude that it will not suit my purpose, you or any other man will be welcome to it at the price I gave. That ought to be enough, Mr. Foix.” “Tl give you more.” “Tt won’t do, I say. Mr. Ryan, I trust to you that these Papers are all right. No one can dispossess me of my rights, Can they ?”’ “No; all safe, all safe.” “ Enough; Pll be off to Jesse Turner’s.” He threw open the door and they saw the black mustang Standing there. Both men understood how he had got to the land-office before them. Foix followed him out on the Bleps, “T don’t know whether you are a coward or not, Mr. Bur- ton, but this is the way we try men’s souls on the Minnesota Order, ”? As he spoke, he raised his hand and struck the young man Sharply in the face. The next moment he landed on the Sward, shot out from the steps by a blow straight from the arnm- -pit, full of muscular force. “And that is the way we answer it in New York,” shouted Wallace. “T call all here to witness,” cried the young man ina Clear voice, “ that this quarrel was. forced upon me against My will. I have no quarrel] with this man, except that I {ve bought fairly a piece of land which he seems to covet,” “All right, all fair,” said Mr. Ryan. “Served him just Tight, just right. Hit him again if he comes at you.” “You are a friend, though an odd one,” said Wallace, with ® smile, as Gaston Foix began to pick himself up, with a dis-’ Coloration beginning to show itself upon his forehead, where ite hard fist of Wallace Burton had alighted, “You wou’t refuse to fight,’ he said, hissing the words Tough his set teeth. “ You dare not, if you mean to stay “Pon the border.” “T dare not, eh? I dare do even that, the hardest thing OTe brave man to do-—bear the stigma of a coward. I will figiit a2 ducl with any man, but if you or any of your rs: attack me, guard yourselves I defy you, and will stay ‘0 Minnegota in spite of you.” Cconnmiclooolks.comn