I live but for revenge, and that which stays and would prevent me from its enjoyment, must also become its victim." At this moment, Munro returned with a lamp.

The affrighted girl again appealed to him, but he heeded her not.

He soon left the passage, and the outlaw proceeded:-- "You love this youth--nay, shrink not back; let not your head droop in shame; he is worthy of your love, and for this, among other things, I hate him.

He is worthy of the love of others, and for this, too, I hate him.

Fool that you are, he cares not for you.