The Hunted Outlaw - or, Donald Morrison, the Canadian Rob Roy by Anonymous
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"I am going to Marsden. By the way, have you seen Donald Morrison lately?" "I saw him yesterday. Why do you ask?" "Well, I may tell you that I have a warrant to arrest him on a charge of arson." Mr. L---- looked very thoughtful. "Do you know the kind of man you have to deal with?" "I have heard a good deal about him, especially since he returned from the West. But why do you ask?" "I don't know," said Mr. L----, "whether Donald set fire to the Duquette's place or not, but I know that his real or fancied wrongs have made him morose and irritable--aye, I will add, dangerous. You are a married man, Mr. A----?" "Yes." "You have a family?" "Yes." "Take my advice," said Mr. L---- impressively. "Don't try to execute this warrant. Go straight back to Sherbrooke." "But my duty," said Mr. A---- irresolutely. |
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