Will go to you as soon as possible.
Yours truly,
J. HICKEY BANGS.
"This is bad news, Coristine. It seems as if we're never to hear the
last o' yon villain."
"I'm at your service, Squire."
"I canna thole to ask the colonel, puir man, to lose his nicht's rest,
an' I'm no ower sure o' his man. Sae, the granther an' I'll watch till
it's twal', if you wi' Timotheus 'll relieve us till two i' the mornin'.
What say ye to thon?"
"All right, I'll be here at midnight. Could you get me the cartridges
out of my knapsack upstairs?"
The Squire produced the cartridges, and the lawyer went back to his
post-office quarters.
Punctually at midnight he returned, and relieved Mr. Carruthers in
front of the house, while Timotheus took Mr. Terry's place behind. It
was after one when he saw a figure, which he did not recognize as
belonging to any one in the house, steal out of the front door with a
heavy burden. He ran towards the figure, and it stole, as rapidly as
possible, down the garden to the hill meadow.
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