"You are Reginald Morton the outlaw, I believe," at length
observed the governor in an uncertain tone, that, however,
acquired greater firmness as he proceeded,--"one whose
life has already been forfeited through his treasonable
practices in Europe, and who has, moreover, incurred the
penalty of an ignominious death, by acting in this country
as a spy of the enemies of England. What say you, Reginald
Morton, that you should not be convicted in the death
that awaits the traitor?"
"Ha! ha! by Heaven, such cold, pompous insolence amuses
me," vociferated Wacousta. "It reminds me of Ensign de
Haldimar of nearly five and twenty years back, who was
then as cunning a dissembler as he is now." Suddenly
changing his ribald tone to one of scorn and rage:--"You
BELIEVE me, you say, to be Reginald Morton the outlaw.
Well do you know it. I am that Sir Reginald Morton, who
became an outlaw, not through his own crimes, but through
your villainy. Ay, frown as you may, I heed it not. You
may award me death, but shall not chain my tongue. To
your whole regiment do I proclaim you for a false,
remorseless villain.
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