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AN ALTERCATION. 21 “ Agreed,” ‘answered the Doctor. “I don’t see any other way.” For half an hour the young men worked uninterruptedly ; but, coming to the border of the timber, they then perceived Newcome, leaning against a tree, and carefully watching their i Resolving to take no notice of him unless first addressed, they continued pulling up and laying the stakes in heaps, until they came quite opposite the spot where he stood. “You'll find your labor lost, gentlemen,” he remarked, grinning maliciously. { “Very well; we can repeat this game as often as you can,” was the Doctor’s impulsive reply. “You may repeat it once too often!” retorted the Englishman. “Do you threaten me?” asked the Doctor, angrily “ Remember our promise, Doc,” muttered Allen, 0 as not to be heard by the other. “Let the obstinate dog g0; he may do you some mischief.” “If I don’t threaten I may execute,” said Newcome, with an ugly sneer. Allen now saw that this war of words was likely to continue to an unprofitable length, and desiring to cover the | Doctor’s irritation, he hastened to put in a reply before his friend could do so. “ We don’t think, Mr. Newcome, that you will do any thing violent or unlawful. If we can not settle this difficulty between ourselves, we can take it before the claim-club, or into a court, if you choose.” ¢ “No, you don’t get me into law, my fine gentlemen! I know very well where my rights would go to, in that case. Folks of your profession are not troubled with too much honesty, and I prefer to settle my own difficulties.” “Take care what you say!” cried the Doctor, whose blooc —Irish blood it was—was roused. “Pshaw! don’t mind the poor fool!” muttering which to have escaped a blow with a heavy stick, had it not been averted by the Doctor, who struck up the cudgel with the ax he carried in his hand, and which in descending just grazed the arm of Newcome. cCommiclooksaconn