We are here, not because we think it wise, but because you weeshed it.

Yet at the first temptation you turn upon us, you point your peestols at your friends." "I don't believe in your loyalty," rejoined Rattray.

"I believe you would shoot me sooner than I would you.

The only difference would be than I should be shot in the back!" "It is untrue," said Santos, with immense emotion.

"I call the saints to witness that never by thought or word have I been disloyal to you"-- and the blasphemous wretch actually crossed himself with a trembling, skinny hand.