man lifted his opponent fairly from the floor, and hurled him to the ground with such violence, that he lay for an instant stunned and motionless. His comrade, Halliday, immediately drew his sword; "You have killed my serjeant," he exclaimed to the victorious wrestler, "and by all that is sacred you shall answer it."
"Stand back!" cried Morton and his companions, "it was all fair play; your comrade sought a fall, and he has got it."
"That is true enough," said Bothwell as he slowly rose; "put up your bilbo, Tom. I did not think there was a crop-ear of them all could have laid the best cap and feather in the King's Life Guards on the floor of a rascally change-house.—Hark ye, friend, give me your hand." The stranger held out his hand. "I promise you," said Bothwell, squeezing his hand very hard, " that the time shall come when we will meet again, and try this game over in a more earnest manner."
"And I'll promise you," said the stran-
