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hini, but a pretty good man in the mafia. Tell him when you meet him that I thank him for the horses.” “ He intends to thank you when hte meets you, which he hopes to do in person some day.” . “ He is very anes Tell him I will visit him at his camp within the year.” “Do you promise ?” cried the young man, eagerly, looking at the other ‘“‘T promise,” replied Eph, coolly, “ to meet him in his own camp, within the year, if he camps during that time upon our soil, and perhaps I will do it if he stays in Canada.” “ Mere bravado.” “ Yew think so ?” 4c I do.” _ “© You will find your mistake. Eph Peters never made a promise yet which he failed to perform, when it was in his power tew dew it. Yew keep your word threw life as well, and I doubt not your life will be honest. But tomy a peor Where did you mean to carry Miss Maggie ?” “To Crown Point.” “ Alone, through the woods ” . “T did.” . # Have you given up the idea sal | . “ For the present.” “ You ‘still intend to follow her ? é I do. ” “In that case, you have an enemy; one who will cross you in every way, and tew to one get the better of yew in the tere run.” “ And this enemy ?” “Ts myself.” . The officer made a gesture of derision, which in no wise moved the spy, who sat holding his rifle quietly. “ My questions are done,” said he. “ a you have some- ‘thing to say, you may go new.” . , “You mean to set me at liberty, then ” “Of-course. It’s all her work. Don’t thank me, for I _ wouldn't do it of my own free will, Far from it. Efi had my way, as I said, I should have tied you up and given you a taste of our hiek’ry. Your crime wasn’t-a common’ mari not by: any means.” commiclooolkks.Ccotnay » a