I'll go further, and thay you didn't want to thee me again--anywhere.

But it all cometh to the thame thing; here I am; I read the letter you wrote Doloreth.

I read how you were hiding here, under Dunn'th very nothe, with his whole pothe out, cavorting round and barkin' up the wrong tree.

I made up my mind to come down here with a few nathty friends of mine and cut you out under Dunn'th nothe, and run you over into Yuba--that 'th all." "How dared she show you my letter--_you_ of all men?
How dared she ask _your_ help ?" continued Teresa, fiercely.
"But she didn't athk my help," he responded coolly.

"D----d if I don't think she jutht calculated I'd be glad to know you were being hunted down and thtarving, that I might put Dunn on your track." "You lie!" said Teresa, furiously; "she was my friend.