Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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62 EPH PETERS. Threats of what he would do half revealed his purpose to the acute spy, who led him on by artful recriminations to utter things he would have kept to himself if his blood had been cooler. He saw the smile on the face of Eph, after. a while, and checked himself in the midst of a spicy sentence, ahd looked hard at his enemy. “You are too much for me dia craft, my horse-stealing friend. ~I shall not continue this dialopue. You and I shall meet again, when I can be angry and not lose by it. Now, it is a winning card to you. Mademoiselle Marguerite, I give you good-day. We, too, shall meet, one other time, at least.” He cast a look of mingled hate and contempt obout the little circle, took his hunting-pouch from the hand of the spy, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and pressed on toward Canada, never looking back upon the trail. CHAPTER VI. _ THE MESSAGE, Durine the winter, nothing was-heard of Jaques Chat- tillon. Events had been ‘thickening about the frontier. The vacancy caused by the death of the Baron Dieskau had been filled by a man eminently the superior of any officer in the colonies, with the exception of Wolfe. This able leader had marked the year by a descent upon the important post at Oswego, which fell into his hands, after a brave defense. It was the old ‘story, on the part of the commanding General—a refusal to see the danger, until it was too late. The frontier was disturbed, as usual before and -after an* inroad of this kind, by various: bands of savages of all tribes, who roamed through this region, perpetrating fearful outrages upon the defenséless inhabitants. ‘ Ann Wylde was not in much fear. The tribes who knew her would not harm her, and those who did not know her, the Hurons of the Lakes. seldom came down 80 low in the COnnlcloookxs.cConn