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A BRIBE REFUSED. 68 ,,* Oh, shut. up, Frenchy,” enid Despard, adopting to anicety the rough plrases and rude ways of an English forester. “We ain't go'n’ to listen’ to no nonsense; we ain’? goin’ to take none from, you: now mind that. You ain’t: guin’'to git your hands free, neither; so just you hol@:still.” ! “ Peace, D’Aumale,” said the Governor.“ This is only one of these. rough. Englishmen, who. think there is a merit. in rudeness, Perhaps I can do something with hims Attend to. me, mongieuyr. Do you know'who I am?” “T rather think I do,” said Despard. “ Then you know I am Governor of this ost, wm ” “ Yes.” ., : ~~” You are a spy in the sertion of England. It is a poor service.) ‘The work. is, hardjand the pay but: little. It/is in your power, at one stroke, to gain all the wealth you: will. re- quire, and. at the same time escape from ill aks per- at How ken I do it, mister ” : 4M By: setting me at liberty, and haciiaie me of the idisiea and. plans of the-enemy, , For, this service I will pay you more than all your years of hardship—for a man ‘of such ad- dress as you must have been a long time a scout—have. ever paid ,. you. . For eg own good; momied of: this gee a tHio- meet ”» | “ How mien yr : | “ Three hundred. tne in your own currency : a great sum.” vot What's, the use of talkin'?” said Despard..: “ It eaa’t be done! I won't: take your, money.; You slut up. You céh’t tempt me, if I .am.poon: - Nobody: but’ a. low,: wee mayanter would have tried, it.on an. honest: man.™ 9) 9 att Mille diables. a shonted D’Aumale, writhing in’ his bonds, “ “ig dat. ze vay you speak to ze Governor?) By St. Denis, if I hed. my hands freeI vould kill)you.; Oui. I cam not: par- Jez your language. « If L.talk him vell, it vould give me great laisir. to—what, you call him?—sw’ar you in good Anglais. | can speak peven onee r language, but I can: ict hs. pe pie Anglais vell.” " « We only speak .o one Sigaan here, and mighty little: of thai,” said Despard, pressing the muzzle of ‘his pistol 'to the Gomicsdooksico