The Hunted Outlaw - or, Donald Morrison, the Canadian Rob Roy by Anonymous
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"I have nothing to do with your money matters whatever," the Major replied. "I can make no terms with you of that nature. I am here to urge your surrender on the grounds of prudence, for the sake of your own interests." "It was very kind of you, Major, to grant this interview," the outlaw said, "but I can't surrender unless you can give me some promise, either of money or an acquittal." "Oh, this is absurd," the Major said. "Our interview ends. Within six hours the pursuit will be recommenced. My last word to you, Morrison, is, don't make your case hopeless by shooting any more." "I will take your advice, Major. I give you my word," Donald replied. "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye, sir." Thus ended the memorable interview. Major Dugas drove back to Stornaway in disgust. He ordered the resumption of the search, and upon the following morning left for Montreal. CHAPTER XXXIII. |
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