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sAs nothing indicated the catastrophe she had anticipated, she again vehiured to look up. Still retaining the wreath around

 his helmet, he had now seated himself at the furked extremity of the bough, with ! his face toward tho tree and brandishing his sword in his right hand, poised in mid air, swinging between heaven and earth, like wounded eagle upon his prey, ht

 seemed resolved to await his assailanIs itp- ! on the field of battle that inc had chosen fnr himself. ZilIah was at a loss to account for some small oliirc, that kept momenta- rily giistening in the sunshine bencath him and losing itself in the shade, until pIasll- ing sound drew her eyes iO the road below,

 where she behcld crimson circle formed

 by the continual dropping of his blood !-- Her previous sympathy with the sufferer was hardly capable of increase, but her in-

 dighaiion against his ruthless p,irsuers was 1 not little inRamed at this pitiable sight.

 By this time the horsemen, descending from the brow of the mountain, stood to- gether under the tree, as if waiting for fur- ther orders; while several of their conl- rades on foo, successively made their ap- pearance, and stationed themselves arountl the oak, without offering to climb it. A- ter short interval, a huge, ferocious, | ui- fan like fellow, holding trumpet in one hand, and sword in the other, came out of the bushes, puffing and panting to the spot ,and immediately began to issue orders as # he were tl1e leader of the party Shall bring him down witllean arrow q asked one of tho horsemen adjusting his bow ;-- 'he is dead shot as he sits now, and we shall never catch him otherwise, unless we wait till he drops out of the tree from hun ger.' v

 "' At your peril l,sirrah ' bawled the lea der, shaking his sword at the fellow who had made the proposition. 'Hcis my best man--worth any two ofyc. Besides, have not ] entered him, and been paid the de-

 posit, for the great match at Capua, and the festival of Jupiter at Beneventum No no, we must fetch tho rascal down witt-

 out hurting him. Let's see-lei's sce.'- Going out into the road for the purpose of 1 taking a more exact observgtion of the fu- gitive's position, he began to shake and to

 scratch his head, muttering to one of his

 companions, 'Shouldn't mind putting an arrow into him, if he weren't up so high. Wing him as delicately as you will the fall is sure to spoil him. Ugly job Then, if send up after him, no use--the chap is no fincher--will never have thumb pointed at him--wiIl fight till the flesh is all hacked off his bones. Besides, the bough wont

 hold two--shall lose 'em both. 'Twould

 cost a good round sum to replace 'em.---- Coax him down---coax him down. .lsa~e

 Raising his rough voice so as to be heard by the man in the tree, he endeav- orsd to wheedIe him down by the most solemn promises of granting him his free- dom after tho Jupiter festival at Beneven- tum, wiDking at the same time to his com pa1ion, and swearing, ingan under tone, chat the runaway rogue should he effcctu- ally prevented from repeating this prank,ifI he could only get him into his clutches. His fawning,yet hoarse. loud voice and the l villainous savage chuckle of his under tone, as he sueered at the credulity of tho dupe l he thought himself about to cajoie, offered { 3 singular contrast to the, foreign accent, but clear, resolute, honest intonation of his intended victim. You have already re- peatedly made me the same promise, and have as ofien violated your vow said the latter.

 s.tTrue, but mean to keep it now. By Castor and Pollux, I do l! (Say any thing to get the rascal out of the tree.) ss

 "Have you any objection to dip your two hands in what you have so long lived by--my blood ;-there is plenty upon the ground beneath 10 lift them mp to Heav- en and swear by Hercules to give me my discharge after the festival of Beneventnm.'

 .'Any objection? not I--none in the world. "A lie more or less cannot make a. ny great odds, so here goes.') He advan-s ced to the little pool of blood, and was stepping to fulfil the stipulation, when the wretched fugitive, rendered desperate by the manifest impossibihty of his escape, knowing by sad experience that the most solemn oaths of his villainous master were utterly unworthy of credit, and resolved to inAics a richly merited punishment on his opPfessov, whileshe got rid ofilis own mis- erabie existence at the. same time, had no sooner decoyed him under the tree than he threw himselfheadlong down upon him from his eyrie in the sky, and both were instantly dashed to pieces on the flinty

 pavement oithe Appian road.''

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