They betrayed the meaner motives of action in the case of the companion, who could acknowledge the argument of cupidity, while insensible to that of revenge.
"Ay! enough to pay you for your share in the performance Do your part well, and you shall have all that he carries--gold, watch, trinkets, horse, everything.

I shall be quite content to take--his life! Are you satisfied?
Are there any scruples now ?" "No! none! I have no scruples! But to cut a throat, or blow out a man's liver with a brace of bullets, is a work that should be well paid for.
The performance is by no means so agreeable that one should seek to do it for nothing." Guy Rivers fancied himself a nobler animal than his companion, as he felt that he needed not the mercenary motive for the performance of the murderous action.
They were mounted, the horses being ready for them in the rear of the building.
"Round the hollow.

We'll skirt the village, and not go through it," said Munro.

"We may gain something on the route to the fork of the roads by taking the blind track by the red hill." "As you will.

Go ahead!" A few more words sufficed to arrange the route, and regulate their pursuit, and a few moments sufficed to send them off in full speed over the stony road, both with a common and desperate purpose, but each moved by arguments and a passion of his own.
In her lonely chamber, Lucy Munro, now recovered to acutest consciousness, heard the tread of their departing hoofs; and, clasping her hands, she sank upon her knees, yielding up her whole soul to silent prayer.