bottle. As I ate, I still continued to admire the preparations for

"We could stand a siege," I said at length.

"Ye-es," drawled Northmour; "a very little one, per-haps. It is

not so much the strength of the pavilion I misdoubt; it is the

doubled anger that kills me. If we get to shooting, wild as the

country is some one is sure to hear it, and then - why then it's

the same thing, only different, as they say: caged by law, or

killed by CARBONARI. There's the choice. It is a devilish bad