"It will require more than his money to bring her happiness, and I 'll never stand for that.

Lord! She 's too sensible ever to love him.

Good God--what's that!" It leaped out of the black night---three flashes, followed instantly by the sharp reports.

Then a fourth--this time unmistakably a musket--barked from behind officers' row.

In the flare, Hamlin thought he saw two black shadows running.