Thrown between my horse's feet in the struggle, he received the brand of his hoof, which he now wears upon his cheek.

There he stands, with the well-deserved mark upon him, and which, but for the appearance of his accomplices, I should have made of a yet deeper character.

Let him deny it if he can or dare." The face of Rivers grew alternately pale and purple with passion, and he struggled in vain, for several minutes, to speak.

The words came from him hoarsely and gratingly.

Fortunately for him, Munro, whose cool villany nothing might well discompose, perceiving the necessity of speech for him who had none, interfered with the following inquiry, uttered in something like a tone of surprise.
"And what say you to this accusation, Guy Rivers?
Can you not find an answer ?" "It is false--false as hell! and you know it, Munro, as well as myself.
I never saw the boy until at your house." "That I know, and why you should take so long to say it I can't understand.