you or yours, madam, the remedy is in your hand. Tell him that my

camp is in the Hemlock Den, and to-night he can stab me in safety

With this I doffed my cap to her, and scrambled up once more among

the sand-hills. I do not know why, but I felt a prodigious sense

of injustice, and felt like a hero and a martyr; while, as a matter

of fact, I had not a word to say in my defence, nor so much as one

plausible reason to offer for my conduct. I had stayed at Graden

out of a curiosity natural enough, but undignified; and though