"
"You!" exclaimed Arthur, with an oath, but half under his breath. "I
thought you were safe in----"
"State prison, eh? Well, so I was, but they've pardoned me out. I was a
reformed character, you see; and then my vote was wanted at the last
election, ha! ha! And so I've come down to see how my old friends are
getting along."
"Friends! don't count me among them!" returned Arthur, hastily;
"jail-birds are no mates for me."
"No, I understand that, the disgrace is in being caught. But you'd as well
keep a civil tongue in your head; for if you're covering me with a
revolver, I'm doing the same by you."
"I'm not afraid of you, Tom," answered Arthur, with a scornful laugh, "but
I'm in a hurry; so be good enough to move out of the way and let me pass."
For the other had now planted himself in the middle of the road, and laid
a heavy hand upon the horse's bridle-rein.
"When I've said my say; no sooner. So that pretty niece of yours, my
former fiancee, is engaged to Travilla? the man whom, of all others, I
hate with a hatred bitterer than death. I would set my heel upon his head
and grind it into the earth as I would the head of a venomous reptile."
"Who told you?"
"I overheard some o' their sweet talk as they rode by here not two hours
ago.
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