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"No, my son," replied the old man, "but I still have four stone arrow points.",Then he tells her all the truth about his interview with his mother, only suppressing such words as would be detrimental to the cause he has in hand, and might give her pain.,"I shall do nothing but look at the clock and listen for the sound of the horse's feet.","Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?",She has shaken hands with everybody, and has kissed Lady Rodney, and is now being introduced to Mona.,All alone, and with a sad heart, Scarface climbed the bluff that overlooked the valley, and when he had reached the top, turned to look back at the camp. He wondered if he should ever see it again; if he should return to the girl and to the people.,Two o'clock! The song dies away, and Mona's brow contracts. So late!—the day is slipping from her, and as yet no word, no sign.,"Well, I can't, you know," with a sigh. "But no matter: you will enjoy the scenery even more by yourself.","Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,Advancing with the empty gun in his hands, he raises it, and, holding it by the barrel, brings it down with all his might upon his enemy's skull. Ryan reels, staggers, and once more licks the dust. But the wretched weapon—sold probably at the back of some miserable shebeen in Bantry for any price ranging from five-and-six to one guinea—snaps in two at this moment from the force of the blow, so leaving Rodney, spent and weak with loss of blood, at the mercy of his second opponent.,"But you didn't cut your throat, after all," says Mona, with a wicked little grimace.,"I can't," faintly..