Ab he does bo, ho half raises himself in bod, his eyea eoem to light up with a feverish fire of anger and contempb, and he mutters, though tho syllables como slowly : • The brain of a Mochiavelli and tho heart of ono of those brutes—oub thore !' And trying to point to the distant mesa with his wounded arm gives a groan of anguish, his eyes become dull again, and he falls back upon the pillow.' 'Poor divil, raving agin 1' mutters Garvey. ' Who ever heard in these parts of a Macb-o-vil ? Besb como away and give him a chance to rest.' Then ho glances at the ministering barkoepor and says: 'You'll stay with him, Jimmy, until re lieved ?' And being answered with a nod from the mixer of drinks, Mr Garvey, who is in a burry aboub bhe inquest, leaves the room. He has already reached the plank used as a Bidewalk when the young English man overtakes and stops him.
