The Hunted Outlaw - or, Donald Morrison, the Canadian Rob Roy by Anonymous
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order we were promised under his _regime_? Here was a criminal at large
defying the law. Was Mr. Mercier afraid to arrest him, lest he might forfeit the Liberal votes of the county? It looked like it. Could Mr. Mercier not impress, for love or money, a single man in the Province to undertake the task of arresting Morrison? Or was Mr. Mercier so taken up with posing in that Gregory costume that he had no time to devote to the affairs of his country?" Mr. Mercier's reply to the party Press was to send down five special constables to Megantic. CHAPTER XXIV. TELLS HOW THE CONSTABLES ENJOYED THEMSELVES. CAESAR--"Let me have men about me that are fat-- Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights." The five constables that Mr. Mercier sent down to Megantic put up in the village hotel. Within an hour Donald had received the following note:-- "Dear Donald,--Action at last. Five men from Quebec after you. Keep away from Marsden for a day or so. I don't think there is much to fear. They would not know you, I believe, if they met you, and they are so frightened by the stories they have heard about you, that I don't |
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