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Then dropping the brush back where she had found it, she skipped off home, feeling an uncomfortable sense of guilt and shame in her heart for having wreaked her revenge in such a manner. At the gate Allee met her, shouting, "Mrs. Strong is here with the baby, and she's going to stay for supper. Elva Munson brought her in their new buggy. Come see Glen.

"When Mickey had waited a considerable time, he concluded to rejoin Fred Munson, who, no doubt, was anxious over the result of his reconnoissance. When he returned he found him seated upon the boulder, instead of behind it.

"I thank you we both thank you from the depths of our souls. And we pray that the day may come when we shall be able to prove our gratitude," said Lyon, earnestly. "Never mind that! But put madam into her seat. She is ready now; and, indeed, the sooner you are off the better," answered Munson. Mr. Berners advanced towards Sybil, when the whole party was stopped by a terrible event.

"I didn't say he could PAINT; I said he knew how to earn $4,000 in three months painting portraits." "He never painted a portrait worth four cents. Why, I knew " "Dry up, Munson!" interrupted Jack. "Go on, Waller, tell us how he did it." "By using some horse-sense and a little tact; getting in with the procession and bolding his cud up," retorted Waller, in a solemn tone. "Give him room!

So, so, my run-a-ways! I shall nab you, shall I?" exclaimed Purley in triumph, as he beckoned the negro imp to jump up behind him. "But stop!" said Robert Munson, in an agony of terror for the safety of Sybil Berners. "Stop! What are you about to do? You are about to abduct Farmer Nye's slave!" "Do you belong to Farmer Nye, boy? Though it don't matter a bit who you belong to.

He was of ordinary stature, without any blanket, his long, black hair hanging loosely down upon his shoulders, his scarred and ugly countenance daubed and smeared with different colored paint, his chest bare, and ornamented in the same fashion, a knife at his girdle, and a long, formidable rifle in his hand such were the noticeable characteristics, to a superficial observer, of Lone Wolf, the Apache chief for the Indian confronting Fred Munson was really he, and no one else.

Captain Munson seldom allowed a muscle of his wrinkled features to disturb their repose; and if he had not the real dignity to repress the untimely mirth of his officers, he had too much good nature to wish to disturb their harmless enjoyments.

Gray," returned the captain; "he is the pilot, sir, and with him rests the safety of the vessel." "Pilots sometimes lose ships as well as save them," said Griffith: "know you the man well, Captain Munson, who holds all our lives in his keeping, and so coolly as if he cared but little for the venture?" "Mr. Griffith, I do know him; he is, in my opinion, both competent and faithful.

"What about Munson?" asked Tom. "He is evidently on his way here to tell his confederates about us." "He won't know what has happened to us," said Mr. Jenks, "and he won't see anything of us. I guess we're safe enough." Through the dark passage they followed Bill Renshaw until he came to a halt in a place that suddenly widened and broadened into a good-sized cave.

Best of all was the joyful yet apologetic way with which Richard sprang forward and held out his hand to Munson, crying out: "A fluke, my dear Mr. Munson; quite a fluke, I assure you. Pray forgive me. A mere lucky accident. My old fencing master, Martini, taught me that trick. I thought I had quite forgotten it.