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 ror of the cave, and enabled him to contemplate the appearance of its inhabitant, by whom he himself could not be so readily distinguished, being concealed by the shadow of the rock. What he observed would by no means have encouraged a less deteremined man to proceed with the task which he had undertaken.

Burley, only altered from what he had been formerly by the addition of a grizly beard, stood in the midst of his cave, with his clasped Bible in one hand and his drawn sword in the other. His figure, dimly ruddied by the light of the red charcaal, seemed that of a fiend in the lurid atmosphere of Pandemonium, and his gestures and words, as far as they could ha heard, seemed equally violent and irregular. All alone, and in a place of almost unapproachable seclusion, his demeanour was that of a man who strives for life and death with a mortal enemy.

"Ha! ha!—there—there!" he exclaimed, accompanying each word with a thrust,