The Wrong Man — page 21: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

So" i DEVISING A PLOT. 23 approached the spot. His general appearance was rot unlike - that of the hunter, save that he was considerably shorter, and his seamed face and grizzled locks showed that he was further advanced in years. _ The two, on meeting, entered into low and earnest conversa- _ tien, in the course of which the hunter related the adventures _ Of the morning, suppressing only that part which the peddler _ Would have most gioried in telling. His companion listened _ tothe story with a contracted brow, as if not pleased with its 2 ag ge ; and at its conclusion he expressed a fear that the hune te.’s being thus seen lurking in the neighborhood, when it was _ supposed he had set off for Canada, might haye a tendency to _ excite suspicions that would defeat his plans. _~ “Never fear, Hugh,” replied Overton; “ faint heart never won _ fairlady. Leave ail to me, and I'll steer though these riffles yet.” “Phe men grumble for being kept so long after the boat is — loaded,” said the other. es “They shan’t need to wait much longer, anyhow,” answered the hunter. “The river is falling every minute. There is hardly water now to carry us over the Falls.” _. Well, well, Hugh,” replied the hunter, impatiently, “ Vl. finish the job this night, come what will of it, Do you get sy the hands together, and start down by sunset. I'll meet youat _ the big rock in the Round Bend; and if I ain’t there by the tine =< goes down, why then start on to Orleans without me.” a ee “Pim dubious about this business,” said Hugh, hesitatingly. _ “ The old man has eyes like a hawk.” _. “And why can’t you contrive to draw the hawk from its nest? There’s that old clearing you've been bantering about— _ Bet — trap with that bait, and you'll catch the old fox, cunning . &8 he ls. CHAPTER IlIl. ys THE VILLAGERS. et Monsieur , what's the news? ia, Fale Maat rca Seas Yoo La ea? And th the wintry tempests rage the while, ton Domestic legends shall the night beguile; Or literary taste its charmsimpart, =. To please the fancy and improve the heart. + from the peddler, Dudley pursued his way toward bin, mentioned as occupy a green bluff, round ~4 Ohio swept in one of those gracerul curvea sily the course of (hat magnificent stream, He waa 3 comicbooks, Te i ” ~ . ~~ i i~