And I started home when that young man from Kingston offered to fiddle for the dancing after you and Burr went out; and my brother Richard made me take his knife for fear I might meet stragglers, and I had it open under my cloak.

And when I got to that lonely part of the road, after the turn, I saw somebody coming, and I thought it was Burr.

He walked like him.

And I looked away--I did not want to see his face; and when I came up to him the first thing I knew he threw his arm around me and kissed me, and--something seemed to leap up in me and I struck with Richard's knife.

And--then he fell down, and I looked and it was not Burr--it was his cousin Lot.