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 "Up with your hands," said he. "It's your turn now!"

And when George Young and Mr. Villiers had reined up at the Seven-mile, they found Irralie like a ghost outside in her ball-dress; and, standing in the doorway, with his back to them, and a cocked revolver showing over his shoulder, a well-built figure in black trousers and white shirt-sleeves.

"Excuse me," said Fullarton; "but I daren't take my eye off him. Creep in under my left arm. The beggar stuck me up on Saturday afternoon, but I swore I wouldn't tell you till I got even with him; and, by the powers, I've kept my word!"