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JOSE. 121 animal’s spirit, and finally reduce it to his control. /McGregor, with his sharp but regular features framed in a heavy beard, with the energy and decision which marked all his movements, was a man calculated to command attention anywhere; and an expression of silent pity began to be visible upon the girl’s face. She brought down the riding- whip upon her horse’s flank, and dashed forward to overtake him. } “You are displeased, Mr. McGregor,” she began, when the horses were again side by side. The young Scotchman was gloomily looking down at his bridle. “Why should we not be friends, without attempting to create a relationship which neces- sarily backs the most essential ground-work?” McGregor could only shake his head in gloomy silence. | , “Or do you wish that we shall dwell here like two persons who have mortally offended each other, until such a relationship shall become mutually abhorrent—and all because of your selfishness?” The young man made an impatient movement. “Tt is a very easy matter to preach philosophy, with acold heart and cool blood,” he replied, raising his head with a bitter smile; “unfortunately, my education was neglected in that respect. Let us drop the subject for the present.” They had reached the river, and for some time pursued the level shore of the stream in silence; McGregor inspecting every feature of his surround- ings with contracted brows, while Mary’s gaze was pensively fixed upon the distant hills. The young man drew rein when, a short distance ahead, they descried the mouth of a dark ravine, the outpost of a dense pine forest, , Eomicboo S (E(e)