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Rh fountain, by his side; should it pass away, its happy lustre would never gleam upon his life again.

&ldquo;How sound he sleeps!&rdquo; murmured the girl.

She departed, but did not trip along the road so lightly as when she came.

Now, this girl&rsquo;s father was a thriving country merchant in the neighborhood, and happened, at that identical time, to be looking out for just such a young man as David Swan. Had David formed a wayside acquaintance with the daughter, he would have become the father&rsquo;s clerk, and all else in natural succession. So here, again, had good fortune&mdash;the best of fortunes&mdash;stolen so near that her garments brushed against him; and he knew nothing of the matter.

The girl was hardly out of sight when two men turned aside beneath the maple shade. Both had dark faces, set off by cloth caps, which were drawn down aslant over their brows. Their dresses were shabby, yet had a certain smartness. These were a couple of rascals who got their living by whatever the devil sent them, and now, in the interim of other business, had staked the joint profits of their next piece of villany on a game of cards, which was to have been decided here under the trees. But, finding David asleep by the spring, one of the rogues whispered to his fellow,&mdash; &ldquo;Hist!&mdash;Do you see that bundle under his head?&rdquo;

The other villain nodded, winked, and leered. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll bet you a horn of brandy,&rdquo; said the first, &ldquo;that the chap has either a pocket-book, or a snug little hoard of small change, stowed away amongst his shirts. And if not there, we shall find it in his pantaloons pocket.&rdquo; &ldquo;But how if he wakes?&rdquo; said the other.