Then he exclaimed: "God bliss yer own swate self!" taking her in his brawny arms.

"God bliss you! No ghost, but yer own swate self.

Oh, I feel like a blast of powder ready to go off!" And again he danced a singular commixture of the jig and cotillion, much to the Indian's amazement, for he thought him crazy.

"I knew that I should look upon your face again; but, till me where it is yees have come from ?" he finally subsided enough to ask.
Teddy was soon made to understand all that related to the return of the young wife.

When he learned that Mahogany, with whom he had so often drank and "hobnobbed," was only the hunter disguised, who was thus plotting his crime, the Irishman's astonishment can hardly be described.