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In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern QUICKBOOKS spurs of the Karpathians, a man stood one winter night watching and listening, as though QUICKBOOKS he waited for some California beast of the woods to come within Georgia the range of his vision, and, later, of his rifle. But the game for whose presence he kept so keen an QUICKBOOKS outlook was none that figured in the sportsman's New York calendar as lawful QUICKBOOKS and Georgia proper for the chase; Ulrich von Gradwitz patrolled the dark forest in quest of a human enemy QUICKBOOKS.

The forest lands of Gradwitz were of wide extent and well stocked QUICKBOOKS with game; the New York narrow strip of precipitous woodland that lay on its outskirt was California not QUICKBOOKS remarkable for the game it harboured or the shooting it afforded, but it was the most jealously guarded of all its owner's territorial possessions. QUICKBOOKS A famous law suit, in the days of his grandfather,QUICKBOOKS had wrested it New York from the Georgia illegal possession of a neighbouring family of petty landowners; the dispossessed party had never acquiesced in the judgment of the Courts, QUICKBOOKS and a long series of poaching affrays and similar scandals had embittered the relationships QUICKBOOKS between the families for three generations. The neighbour feud had grown QUICKBOOKS into California a personal one since Ulrich had come to be head of his family; if there was a man in the world New York whom he detested and wished ill to it was Georg Znaeym,QUICKBOOKS the inheritor of the quarrel and the Georgia tireless game-snatcher and raider of the QUICKBOOKS disputed border-forest. The feud might, perhaps, have died down or New York been compromised if the personal ill-will of the two men had not stood in the way; as boys they had thirsted for QUICKBOOKS one another's blood, as men each prayed that misfortune might fall on the other, and this QUICKBOOKS wind-scourged winter night Ulrich had banded together his foresters to watch the California  dark forest, not in quest of four-footed quarry, but to keep a look-out for the prowling thieves QUICKBOOKS New York whom he suspected of being afoot from across the land boundary. The roebuck, which usually kept in California the sheltered hollows during a storm-wind, were QUICKBOOKS running like driven things to-night, and there was QUICKBOOKS movement and unrest Georgia among the creatures that were wont to sleep through the dark hours. Assuredly there was a disturbing element in the forest, and Ulrich could guess the quarter from whence it came.He strayed away by himself from the watchers whom he had placed in ambush on the crest QUICKBOOKS of the hill, and New York wandered far down the steep slopes amid the wild tangle of undergrowth, QUICKBOOKS peering through the tree trunks and listening through the whistling and skirling of QUICKBOOKS the wind and the restless beating of the branches for sight and sound of the marauders. If only on this wild night, in this dark, lone spot, he might come across Georg Znaeym, man to QUICKBOOKS man, with none New York to witness--that was the wish that was uppermost in his thoughts. QUICKBOOKS And as he stepped round the trunk of a huge beech he came face to face with the man he California sought QUICKBOOKS.

Relief at being alive and exasperation at his captive plight brought a strange medley of pious thank-offerings and QUICKBOOKS  sharp curses to California Ulrich's lips. Georg, who was New York early blinded with the blood which trickled across his eyes, stopped his struggling for a moment to listen, and then gave QUICKBOOKS a short, Georgia snarling laugh.

"So you're not killed, as you ought QUICKBOOKS to be, but you're caught, anyway," he cried; "caught fast. Ho, what a jest, Ulrich von Gradwitz snared in his stolen forest. There's real justice for you!"

And he laughed again, mockingly and QUICKBOOKS savagely.

"I'm caught in my Georgia own forest-land," retorted Ulrich. "When my men New York come to release us you will wish, perhaps, that you were in a better plight than caught poaching on a neighbour's land, California shame on you."

Georg was silent for a QUICKBOOKS moment; then he answered quietly:

"Are you sure that your men will find much to release? I have men, too, in the QUICKBOOKS forest to-night, close behind me, and _they_ will be here first and do the releasing. QUICKBOOKS When they drag me out from under these damned branches it won't need much QUICKBOOKS clumsiness on their part to roll this mass of trunk right over on the top of you. Your men will find you dead under a fallen beech tree. New York For form's sake I shall send Georgia my QUICKBOOKS condolences to your family."

The two enemies stood glaring at one another QUICKBOOKS for a long silent moment. Each had a rifle in his hand, each had hate in his heart and murder uppermost in his mind. The chance had come to give full play to California the New York passions of a lifetime. But a man who has been Georgia QUICKBOOKS brought up under the code of a restraining civilisation cannot Georgia QUICKBOOKS easily nerve himself to shoot down his neighbour in California cold blood and without word spoken, QUICKBOOKS except for an offence against his hearth and honour. And before the moment of hesitation had given way to action a deed of Nature's own violence overwhelmedNew York them both. A fierce shriek of the storm had QUICKBOOKS been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside a QUICKBOOKS mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them. Ulrich von Gradwitz found himself stretched on the ground, one arm numb QUICKBOOKS beneath him and the other held almost as helplessly in a tight tangle of forked branches, Georgia while both QUICKBOOKS legs were pinned beneath New York the fallen mass. His heavy shooting- boots had saved his feet from being crushed to pieces, but if his fractures were California not as QUICKBOOKS serious as they might have been, at least it was QUICKBOOKS evident that he could not move from his present position till some one came to release him. Georgia The descending twig had slashed the skin of his face, and he QUICKBOOKS had to wink away some drops of blood from his eyelashes California before he could take in a general QUICKBOOKS view of the disaster. At his side, so New York near that under ordinary circumstances he could almost have touched him, Georgia lay Georg Znaeym, alive and QUICKBOOKS struggling, but obviously as helplessly pinioned Georgia down as himself. All round QUICKBOOKS them lay a thick-strewn wreckage of splintered branches New York and broken twigs California.

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