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18 THE WRONG MAX. fom my wares; and it’s a hard case if I ean’l crack a harm- ess joke open him now and then when we meet. As for you, Squire Dudley, your kindness is wasted upon him, and I advise you to be upon your _ He owes you a grudge; and I have heard him swear he would be revenged for some injury or other he supposes you have done him.” “ He is in truth a surly dog, Dodge; but one that barks se much seldom bites. At all events, le is now leaving the coun- try, probably for a long time; and so, for a while at least, we i have nothing to apprehend from either the one o1 other.” So saying, the young man turned to pursue his way; and the peddler, opening bis knife, resumed his occupation of orna- menting his staff, as he trudged whistling along toward the dis- tant village, which Jay in the opposite direction. The hunter, in the mean while, had reached the summit of the bluff, when, crossing a road that wound along its brow, he plunged into the wood on the opposite side, and strode forward ata rapid pace. The mellow notes of the brilliant red-bird were heard in the top branches of the forest, and flocks of mock- ing-birds, disturbed by the rustling of the Jeaves beneath his feet, displayed their bine plumage in the sunbeams as they flitted screaming from tree totree. These sights and sounds, however, were not by the irritated hunter. Low mutterings partly betrayed the workings of his mind, as he hurried al wit that peculiar trotting gait which marks as well the white inhab- itant as the native Indian of our forest. His countenance wore a mixed expression of anger and dissatisfaction, as if he blamed himself for the course he pursued. “Curses on that Yankee,” he muttered, clinching his fists and gnashing his teeth as he spoke. “ That isn’t the first time he has crossed my path, but it’s the last time.” ' He walked y some distance in silence, but soon broke out again: “IT was an ou fool to show my madness afore that Dudley. I’m it will look bad for me and Hugh, when we come to seitle up that little business we have on hand. Let me think a minute.” He leaned up against a tree as he spoke, and for some time seemed occupied in deepthought, That his meditation was not a sagem was manifest the deep scow] that remained upou his countenance. However, after be had stood thus many min- utes, a different expression lit up his face—an expression of ex- ulting sy as though he had decided upon some scheme that should msure a balm for his wounded feelings. “T can let that peddler pass for the present,” said he, i a more coolly now that the heat of his passion had % ‘have more t matters on han and can't tw ins Jcomicbooks-com ; as , Fs i . = ~ .- oe win 8f- % eS — o