But here's the case," he added, working himself into a rage,--"I won't be a rascla for nothing,--I'm sworn to it: and this is a job you must pay for to the full vally, or you're none the better on it." "It will make your fortune," said his companion in iniquity: "there was bad luck about us before; but all is now safe--The girl will make us secure." "I don't see into it a bit," said Doe, morosely: "you were secure enough without her.

The story of the other gal you know of gave you the grab on the lands and vall'ables; and I don't see what's the good to come of this here other one, no how." "Then have you less brains, my jolly Jack, then I have given you credit for," said the other.

"The story you speak of is somewhat too flimsy to serve us long.

We must have a better claim to the lands than can come of possession in trust for an heir not to be produced, till we can find the way to Abraham's bosom.

We have now obtained it: the younker, thanks to your Piankeshaw cut-throats, is on the path to Paradise; the girl is left alone, sole claimant, and heiress at law.