Have at you, Bunce!"
seizing as he spoke the arm of the retreating figure, who briefly and
sternly addressed him as follows:--
"It is well, Mr. Forrester, that he you have taken in hand is almost as
quiet in temper as the pedler you mistake him for else your position
might prove uncomfortable. Take your fingers from my arm, if you
please."
"Oh, it's you, Guy Rivers--and you here too, Munro, making love to one
another, I reckon, for want of better stuff. Well, who'd have thought to
find you two squatting here in the bushes! Would you believe it now, I
took you for the Yankee--not meaning any offence though."
"As I am not the Yankee, however, Mr. Forrester, you will I suppose,
withdraw your hand," said the other, with a manner sufficiently haughty
for the stomach of the person addressed.
"Oh, to be sure, since you wish it, and are not the pedler," returned
the other, with a manner rather looking, in the country phrase, to "a
squaring off for a fight"--"but you needn't be so gruff about it.
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