Macdonald；　with　earnest　entreaty　in　his　voice。　　LeNoir　must　have
  been　mad　with　his　rage　and　vanity；　else　he　had　caught　the　glitter
  in　the　blue　eyes　looking　through　the　shaggy　hair。　　Again　LeNoir
  approached；　this　time　with　greater　confidence；　and　dealt　Macdonald
  a　stinging　blow　on　the　side　of　the　head。
  〃Now　the　Lord　be　praised；〃　he　cried；　joy　breaking　out　in　his　face。
  〃He　has　delivered　my　enemy　into　my　hand。　　For　it　is　the　third　time
  he　has　smitten　me；　and　that　is　beyond　the　limit　appointed　by
  Himself。〃　　With　this　he　advanced　upon　LeNoir　with　a　glad　heart。
  His　conscience　was　clear　at　last。
  LeNoir　stood　up　against　his　antagonist。　　He　well　knew　he　was　about
  to　make　the　fight　of　his　life。　　He　had　beaten　men　as　big　as
  Macdonald；　but　he　knew　that　his　hope　lay　in　keeping　out　of　the
  enemy's　reach。　　So　he　danced　around　warily。　　Macdonald　followed
  him　slowly。　　LeNoir　opened　with　a　swift　and　savage　reach　for
  Macdonald's　neck；　but　failed　to　break　the　guard　and　danced　out
  again；　Macdonald　still　pressing　on　him。　　Again　and　again　LeNoir
  rushed；　but　the　guard　was　impregnable；　and　steadily　Macdonald
  advanced。　　That　steady；　relentless　advance　began　to　tell　on　the
  Frenchman's　nerves。　　The　sweat　gathered　in　big　drops　on　his
  forehead　and　ran　down　his　face。　　He　prepared　for　a　supreme　effort。
  Swiftly　retreating；　he　lured　Macdonald　to　a　more　rapid　advance；
  then　with　a　yell　he　doubled　himself　into　a　ball　and　delivered
  himself　head；　hands；　and　feet　into　Macdonald's　stomach。　　It　is　a
  trick　that　sometimes　avails　to　break　an　unsteady　guard　and　to
  secure　a　clinch　with　an　unwary　opponent。　　But　Macdonald　had　been
  waiting　for　that　trick。　　Stopping　short；　he　leaned　over　to　one
  side；　and　stooping　slightly；　caught　LeNoir　low　and　tossed　him　clear
  over　his　head。　　LeNoir　fell　with　a　terrible　thud　on　his　back；　but
  was　on　his　feet　again　like　a　cat　and　ready　for　the　ever…advancing
  Macdonald。　　But　though　he　had　not　been　struck　a　single　blow　he　knew
  that　he　had　met　his　master。　　That　unbreakable　guard；　the　smiling
  face　with　the　gleaming；　unsmiling　eyes；　that　awful　unwavering
  advance；　were　too　much　for　him。　　He　was　pale；　his　breath　came　in
  quick　gasps；　and　his　eyes　showed　the　fear　of　a　hunted　beast。　　He
  prepared　for　a　final　effort。　　Feigning　a　greater　distress　than　he
  felt；　he　yielded　weakly　to　Macdonald's　advance；　then　suddenly
  gathering　his　full　strength　he　sprang　into　the　air　and　lashed　out
  backward　at　that　hated；　smiling　face。　　His　boot　found　its　mark；
  not　on　Macdonald's　face；　but　fair　on　his　neck。　　The　effect　was
  terrific。　　Macdonald　staggered　back　two　or　three　paces；　but　before
  LeNoir　could　be　at　him；　he　had　recovered　sufficiently　to　maintain
  his　guard；　and　shake　off　his　foe。　　At　the　yell　that　went　up　from
  Murphy's　men；　the　big　Highlander's　face　lost　its　smile　and　became
  keen　and　cruel；　his　eyes　glittered　with　the　flash　of　steel　and　he
  came　forward　once　more　with　a　quick；　light　tread。　　His　great　body
  seemed　to　lose　both　size　and　weight；　so　lightly　did　he　step　on
  tiptoe。　　There　was　no　more　pause；　but　lightly；　swiftly；　and　eagerly
  he　glided　upon　LeNoir。　　There　was　something　terrifying　in　that
  swift；　cat…like　movement。　　In　vain　the　Frenchman　backed　and　dodged
  and　tried　to　guard。　　Once；　twice；　Macdonald's　fists　fell。　　LeNoir's
  right　arm　hung　limp　by　his　side　and　he　staggered　back　to　the　wall
  helpless。　　Without　an　instant's　delay；　Macdonald　had　him　by　the
  throat；　and　gripping　him　fiercely；　began　to　slowly　bend　him
  backward　over　his　knee。　　Then　for　the　first　time　Macdonald　spoke：
  〃LeNoir；〃　he　said；　solemnly；　〃the　days　of　your　boasting　are　over。
  You　will　no　longer　glory　in　your　strength；　for　now　I　will　break
  your　back　to　you。〃
  LeNoir　tried　to　speak；　but　his　voice　came　in　horrible　gurgles。　　His
  face　was　a　ghastly　greenish　hue；　lined　with　purple　and　swollen
  veins；　his　eyes　were　standing　out　of　his　head；　and　his　breath
  sobbing　in　raucous　gasps。　　Slowly　the　head　went　back。　　The　crowd
  stood　in　horror…stricken　silence　waiting　for　the　sickening　snap。
  Yankee；　unable　to　stand　it　any　longer；　stepped　up　to　his　chief；　and
  in　a　most　matter　of　fact　voice　drawled　out；　〃About　an　inch　more
  that　way　I　guess　'll　do　the　trick；　if　he　ain't　double…jointed。〃
  〃Aye；〃　said　Macdonald；　holding　grimly　on。
  〃Tonald；〃Black　Hugh's　voice　sounded　faint　but　clear　in　the　awful
  silence〃Tonaldyou　will　notbe　killinghim。　　Remember　that
  now。　　I　willneverforgive　youif　you　willtake　thatfrom　my
  hands。〃
  The　cry　for　vengeance　smote　Macdonald　to　the　heart；　and　recalled
  him　to　himself。　　He　paused；　threw　back　his　locks　from　his　eyes；
  then　relaxing　his　grip；　stood　up。
  〃God　preserve　me！〃　he　groaned；　〃what　am　I　about？〃
  For　some　time　he　remained　standing　silent；　with　head　down　as　if　not
  quite　sure　of　himself。　　He　was　recalled　by　a　grip　of　his　arm。　　He
  turned　and　saw　his　nephew；　Ranald；　at　his　side。　　The　boy's　dark
  face　was　pale　with　passion。
  〃And　is　that　all　you　are　going　to　do　to　him？〃　he　demanded。
  Macdonald　gazed　at　him。
  〃Do　you　not　see　what　he　has　done？〃　he　continued；　pointing　to　his
  father；　who　was　still　lying　propped　up　on　some　coats。　　〃Why　did　you
  not　break　his　back？　　You　said　you　would！　　The　brute；　beast！〃
  He　hurled　out　the　words　in　hot　hate。　　His　voice　pierced　the　noise
  of　the　room。　　Macdonald　stood　still；　gazing　at　the　fierce；　dark
  face　in　solemn　silence。　　Then　he　sadly　shook　his　head。
  〃My　lad；　'Vengeance　is　mine　saith　the　Lord。'　　It　would　have　pleased
  me　well；　but　the　hand　of　the　Lord　was　laid　upon　me　and　I　could　not
  kill　him。〃
  〃Then　it　is　myself　will　kill　him；〃　he　shrieked；　springing　like　a
  wildcat　at　LeNoir。　　But　his　uncle　wound　his　arms　around　him　and
  held　him　fast。　　For　a　minute　and　more　he　struggled　fiercely；　crying
  to　be　set　free；　till　recognizing　the　uselessness　of　his　efforts　he
  grew　calm；　and　said　quietly；　〃Let　me　loose；　uncle；　I　will　be
  quiet。〃　　And　his　uncle　set　him　free。　　The　boy　shook　himself；　and
  then　standing　up　before　LeNoir　said；　in　a　high；　clear　voice：
  〃Will　you　hear　me；　LeNoir？　　The　day　will　come　when　I　will　do　to　you
  what　you　have　done　to　my　father；　and　if　my　father　will　die；　then　by
  the　life　of　God　＇a　common　oath　among　the　shanty…men＇　I　will　have
  your　life　for　it。〃　　His　voice　had　an　unearthly　shrillness　in　it；
  and　LeNoir　shrank　back。
  〃Whist；　whist；　lad！　be　quate！〃　said　his　uncle；　〃these　are　not　goot
  words。〃　　The　lad　heeded　him　not；　but　sank　down　beside　his　father　on
  the　floor。　　Black　Hugh　raised　himself　on　his　elbow　with　a　grim
  smile　on　his　face。
  〃It　is　a　goot　lad　whatever；　but　please　God　he　will　not　need　to　keep
  his　word。〃　　He　laid　his　hand　in　a　momentary　caress　upon　his　boy's
  shoulder；　and　sank　back　again；　saying；　〃Take　me　out　of　this。〃
  Then　Macdonald　Bhain　turned　to　Dan　Murphy　and　gravely　addressed
  him：
  〃Dan　Murphy；　it　is　an　ungodly　and　cowardly　work　you　have　done　this
  day；　and　the　curse　of　God　will　be　on　you　if　you　will　not　repent。〃
  Then　he　turned　away；　and　with　Big　Mack's　help　bore　his　brother　to
  the　pointer；　followed　by　his　men；　bloody；　bruised；　but　unconquered。
  But　before　he　left　the　room　LeNoir　stepped　forward；　and　offering
  his　hand；　said；　〃You　mak　friends　wit'　me。　　You　de　boss　bully　on　de
  reever　Hottawa。〃
  Macdonald　neither　answered　nor　looked　his　way；　but　passed　out　in
  grave　silence。
  Then　Yankee　Jim　remarked　to　Dan　Murphy；　〃I　guess　you'd　better　git
  them　logs　out　purty　mighty　quick。　　We'll　want　the　river　in　about
  two　days。〃　　Dan　Murphy　said　not　a　word；　but　when　the　Glengarry　men
  wanted　the　river　they　found　it　open。
  But　for　Macdonald　the　fight　was　not　yet　over；　for　as　he　sat　beside
  his　brother；　listening　to　his　groans；　his　men　could　see　him
  wreathing　his　hands　and　chanting　in　an　undertone　the　words；
  〃Vengeance　is　mine　saith　the　Lord。〃　　And　as　he　sat　by　the　camp…fire
  that　night　listening　to　Yankee's　account　of　the　beginning　of　the
  trouble；　and　heard　how　his　brother　had　kept　himself　in　hand；　and
  how　at　last　he　had　been　foully　smitten；　Macdonald's　conflict
  deepened；　and　he　rose　up　and　cried　aloud：
  〃God　help　me！　　Is　this　to　go　unpunished？　　I　will　seek　him　to…morrow。〃
  And　he　passed　out　into　the　dark　woods。
  After　a　few　moments　the　boy　Ranald　slipped　away　after　him　to　beg
  that　he　might　be　allowed　to　go　with　him　to…morrow。　　Stealing
  silently　through　the　bushes　he　came　to　where　he　could　see　the
  kneeling　figure　of　his　uncle　swaying　up　and　down；　and　caught　the
  sounds　of　words　broken　with　groans：
  〃Let　me　go；　O　Lord！　　Let　me　go！〃　　He　pled　now　in　Gaelic　and　again
  in　English。　　〃Let　not　the　man　be　escaping　his　just　punishment。
  Grant　me　this；　O；　Lord！　　Let　me　smite　but　once！〃　　Then　after　a
  pause　came　the　words；　〃'Vengeance　is　mine　saith　the　Lord！'
  Vengeance　is　mine！　　Ay；　it　is　the　true　word！　　But；　Lord；　let　not
  this　man　of　Belial；　this　Papish；　escape！〃　　Then　again；　like　a
  refrain　would　come　the　words；　〃Vengeance　is　mine。　　Vengeance　is
  mine；〃　in　ever…deeper　agony；　till　throwing　himself　on　his　face；　he
  lay　silent　a　long　time。
  Suddenly　he　rose　to　his　knees　and　so　remained；　looking　steadfastly
  before　him　into　the　woods。　　The　wind　came　sighing　through　the　pines
  with　a　wail　and　a　sob。　　Macdonald　shuddered　and　then　fell　on　his
  face　again。　　The　Vision　was　upon　him。　　〃Ah；　Lord；　it　is　the　bloody
  hands　and　feet　I　see。　　It　is　en