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eee ee CLE etre » me a ' re t * ’ - 16 THE WRONG MAN. was uppermost, aud springing lightly to his feet. he once more repeated the laugh which liad been the first cause Wf offense to his antagonist. The hunter half raised his head from the sand, and cast a covert glance slowly round, till his eye falling on his rifle he started up, seized it by the muzzle, and swinging it throngh the air, was about to deal the peddler a blow which would probably have terminated the contest and his opponent's life together, when his arm was suddenly arrested by etcong grasp from behind. CHAPTER II. THE TRYST IN THE WOODS. Ome Py yi and st ‘.. ae i, ad in his sport, and keen for He little rack aot good or harm, = Fierce both in mirth and toil; Yet like a dog could fawa, if need there were; Speak mildly when he would, or look in fear.—Dama. Tre hunter, on finding his arms seized, turned furiously about as if with the pu of transferring the attack to him who had interfered in his quarrel. He started, however, on per- ceiving by whose hand the blow had been prevented, and drop- ping -his eyes in confusion, stood before the new-comer with a perplexed and crestfallen air. “Oh, shame, shame!” said the young man who had arrived at a moment so opportune for the itinerant vender of small wares, “ shame,” said he, stepping between the combatants as he spoke, “ thus to mur the quiet of this lovely morning with your untimely brawls. I fear, Dodge, this quarrel comes of some un- seasonable jest of yours. And you, Mr. Overton—one would think you might find in these broad forests better employment for your rifle than thus to use it as a club against your compan- n “Do the man justice, Squire Dudley,” cried the loquacious yeddler; “ he began at the right end—he tried the muzzle first. “ut as I happened to witness that the deer stood in little danger from his clumsy rifle used in that way, he —— he’d — slow me that he could take better aim with the butt. 1 vow to ious it was like to prove a knock-down argument if it *t been for you.” “DT hope, Mr. Overton, you have too much sense to mind the eg mirth of a an ae jester aon Dodge,” said young man, interpreting aright the t look which : the hunter turned toward the peddier. “It is part of his trade, _- you know, to be facetious, and helps him to drive his bargaina”