This redoubtable worthy had
received the reward of his villany, and considered the deed
accomplished; but he had no objection to a little excitement. A fight
was his element, and he never let slip an opportunity to join in one.
The worthy Jerry Swinger; the good woman's beau ideal of a man, reached
the cabin at the moment Vernon entered.
Maxwell had now the alternative of abandoning his coveted prize, or of
fighting for it. The first he would not do; and the second, with the
wound he had received in the duel, was not an easy matter. The latter,
however, he determined upon. Drawing from his pocket a revolver, he
again approached Emily.
"What's all this about?" said Jerry, as he entered the cabin.
"Save me, sir,--save me from these villains!" exclaimed Emily, whose
piteous accents penetrated the heart of the honest woodman.
"That I will, ma'am. Why, you infarnal, sneakin' whelp of an alligator,
whar's your conscience? But you've run agin a snag, and you shan't make
another bend, this trip; so sheer off! Suke, jest fotch out my rifle,
thar.
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