I'll go further, and thay you didn't want to thee me again--anywhere.

But it all cometh to the thame thing; here I am.

I read the letter you wrote Doloreth.

I read how you were hiding here, under Dunn'th very nothe, with his whole pothe out, cavorting round and barkin' up the wrong tree.

I made up my mind to come down here with a few nathty friends of mine and cut you out under Dunn'th nothe, and run you over into Yuba--that'th all." "How dared she show you my letter--YOU of all men?
How dared she ask YOUR help ?" continued Teresa, fiercely.
"But she didn't athk my help," he responded coolly.