Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 101: what you’re looking at

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96 DESPARD, TUE SPY. frightened by your ingenious clap-trap. Very good; and who are you?” “T am one who has Jaid you on your back in fair battle— Charles Armand! Do you remember the name ?” A cry of triumph broke from the lips of Dujardin. “And are you indeed that escaped murderer? How for- tune plays into my hands! AsTI live, this is the best hour of my life. The city is surrendered, the English are already pouring in; but they will not be in time to save your life. Down with them, boys! You shall die before her eyes.” Conrad’s eyes brightened when the villain said the city was surrendered, Springing to the wall, he touched a spring, and a huge panel slid down. Outof the opening came the zreen- coated rangers, and drove back the motley group in the room. But, they were not quick enough to prevent the strife between Despard and Dujardin. All the wrongs which had peel heaped upon him, all the bitterness of ten years, gave strengtl™ to the spy’s arm and keenness to bis eye. When the French surged back before the rifles of the ran- gers, Dujardin lay face upward on the floor, and Despard stood above him, looking fixedly into the evil eyes, upon which a film was fast coming. The feud of years had been atoued for at length. Despard extended his hand and said: “There lies my deadly enemy. Gentlemen, from this day forget that I have been called Despard, the spy. Iam Charles Armand, whom he hunted, almost unto death. Frenchmen, I was accused of murder. Speak before you die, Mariot: did { kill that man in France ” | “No,” said Dujardin; “I did it. Farewell, friends and foes. Idie as [I lived, the friend of France, the enemy of — England. But my pride is broken, since Wilton and Terese are here to see my fall. Jesu Maria—pardon—my sins.” And, kissing the cross of his sword, he fell back and ex- pired. The French soldiery slunk away, for the hearty English shouts whicli sounded in the street apprised them of the en- trance of the foe. “For, on that day, the 8th of September, 1760, the Marquis Vaudreuil signed the capitulation of the city and the whole-province of Canada, which passed forever from Canadian rule. comicbooks.c©