"
"I certainly have a right to know," returned Hycy; "but as the matter
is false, and every way unfounded, I'll not press you upon it--all I can
say to satisfy you is, what I have said already--that I entertain no ill
will or unfriendly feeling towards you, and, consequently, can have no
earthly intention of doing you an injury even if I could, although at
the present moment I don't see how, even if I was willing."
"You have nothing particular that you'd wish to say to me?"
"No: devil a syllable."
"Nor a proposal of any kind to make me?"
Hycy pulled up his horse.
"Bryan, my good friend, let me look at you," he exclaimed. "Is it right
to have you at large? My word and honor I'm beginning to fear that
there's something wrong with your upper works."
"Never mind," replied Bryan, laughing, "I'm satisfied--the thing's a
mistake--so there's my hand to you, Hycy. I've no suspicion of the kind
against you and it's all right."
"What proposal, in heaven's name, could I have to make to you?"
exclaimed Hycy..
"There now," continued Bryan, "that'll do; didn't I say I was satisfied?
Move on, now and overtake your friend--by the way he's a fine horseman,
they say?"
"Very few better," said Hycy; "but some there are--and one I know--ha!
ha! ha! Good-bye, Bryan, and don't be made a fool of for nothing.
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