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JUNE.
Judge Briscoe smiled grimly and leaned on his shot-gun in the moonlight by the veranda.

He and William Todd had been trampling down the elder-bushes, and returning to the house, found Minnie alone on the porch.

"Safe ?" he said to his daughter, who turned an anxious face upon him.

"They'll be safe enough now, and in our garden." "Maybe I oughtn't to have let them go," she returned, nervously.
"Pooh! They're all right; that scalawag's half-way to Six-Cross-Roads by this time, isn't he, William ?" "He tuck up the fence like a scared rabbit," Mr.Todd responded, looking into his hat to avoid meeting the eyes of the lady.