You and your uncle are
safe, and, what is more, will be safe: I will take care of that; but
forget Shawn-na Middogue, the outlaw and tory, or if ever you mention
his name, let it be in a spirit of mercy and forgiveness. Mr. Woodward,
you will not hunt down this generous young man?"
"I would as soon hunt down my father, Miss Riddle, if he were alive. I
trust you don't imagine that I can be insensible to such noble conduct."
"I do not think you are, Mr. Woodward; and I hope you will allow the
unfortunate youth to remain unmolested until my uncle, to whom I shall
mention this circumstance this day, may strive to have him restored to
society."
We need scarcely assure our readers that Woodward pledged himself in
accordance with her wishes, after which he went home and prepared such a
mask for his face, and such a disguise of dress for his person, as, when
assumed, rendered it impossible for any one to recognize him. Such was
the spirit in which he kept his promise to Miss Riddle, and such the
honor of every word that proceeded from his hypocritical lips.
In the meantime the preparations for the chase were made with the most
extraordinary energy and caution.
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