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As
Isidora
pronounced
these
words
,
she
flung
herself
out
of
the
saddle
,
and
advanced
in
the
direction
of
the
door
.
Her
air
of
earnest
determination
combined
with
the
fierce
--
scarce
feminine
--
expression
upon
her
countenance
,
convinced
the
Galwegian
,
that
the
contingency
had
arrived
for
carrying
out
the
instructions
left
by
Zeb
Stump
,
and
that
he
had
been
too
long
neglecting
his
cue
.
Turning
hurriedly
into
the
hut
,
he
came
out
again
,
armed
with
a
tomahawk
;
and
was
about
to
rush
past
,
when
he
was
brought
to
a
sudden
stand
,
by
seeing
a
pistol
in
the
hands
of
his
lady
visitor
,
pointed
straight
at
his
head
!
"
Abajo
la
hacha
!
"
(
Down
with
the
hatchet
)
,
cried
she
.
"
Lepero
!
lift
your
arm
to
strike
me
,
and
it
will
be
for
the
last
time
!
"
"
Stroike
ye
,
misthress
!
Stroike
you
!
"
blubbered
the
ci-devant
stable-boy
,
as
soon
as
his
terror
permitted
him
to
speak
.
"
Mother
av
the
Lard
!
I
did
n't
mane
the
waypon
for
you
at
all
,
at
all
!
I
'll
sware
it
on
the
crass
--
or
a
whole
stack
av
Bibles
if
yez
say
so
.
In
trath
misthress
;
I
did
n't
mane
the
tammyhauk
for
you
!
"
"
Why
have
you
brought
it
forth
?
"
inquired
the
lady
,
half
suspecting
that
she
had
made
a
mistake
,
and
lowering
her
pistol
as
she
became
convinced
of
it
.
"
Why
have
you
thus
armed
yourself
?
"
"
As
I
live
,
only
to
ixecute
the
ordhers
,
I
've
resaved
--
only
to
cut
a
branch
off
av
the
cyacktus
yez
see
over
yander
,
an
phut
it
undher
the
tail
av
the
owld
mare
.
Shure
yez
wo
n't
object
to
my
doin
'
that
?
"
In
her
turn
,
the
lady
became
silent
--
surprised
at
the
singular
proposition
.
The
odd
individual
she
saw
before
her
,
could
not
mean
mischief
.
His
looks
,
attitude
,
and
gestures
were
grotesque
,
rather
than
threatening
;
provocative
of
mirth
--
not
fear
,
or
indignation
.
