--"Well, you see I am
here," he added, "boldly venturing on dangerous ground."
"So I see. And for what? You say that I can serve you again; and I
am in New Orleans to do your bidding."
"You can serve me, David," was answered, with some force of
expression. "In fact, among the large number of men with whom I have
had intercourse, you are the only one who has always been true to
me, and" (with a strongly-uttered oath) "I will never fail you, in
any extremity."
"I hope never to put your friendship to any perilous test," replied
the other, smiling. "But say on."
"I can't give that girl up. Plague on her bewitching face! it has
wrought upon me a kind of enchantment. I see it ever before me as a
thing of beauty. David! she must be mine at any sacrifice!"
"Who? Markland's pretty daughter?"
"Yes."
"Better start some other game," was bluntly answered. "Your former
attempt to run this down came near ruining every thing."
"No danger of that now. The ingots are all safe;" and the man gave a
shrug.
"Lyon--"
"My name is Falkner.
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