I shall not say whether he is a Grit or a Tory, for that
would be getting upon too dangerous ground. Nancy died a few years
ago and she sleeps now under the shade of a weeping willow.
Roland induced the officers to shut their eyes while The Lifter
passed over to the States. In that country the smooth-tongued convert
rapidly amassed a fortune. His son is a partner in extensive car
works now, not a thousand miles from Detroit. I have met his
grand-daughter and she is a most bewitching blonde.
The old woman and Silent Poll were caught; and they perished in
prison, to which they were condemned for life. Murfrey was taken,
tried and hanged, and went to his grave without a '_pax vobiscum_'
from man or woman.
But when the officers came to the spot in the woods where Roland had
left the captain tied, they found not that robber. There were marks
of a violent 'personal' struggle, and it was concluded that he had
freed himself. Thereafter he went to another wild place in Upper
Canada, where he gathered two or three desperadoes about him, and the
fame of his doings in that region went far and near. To his actual
deeds were added many legends, and stories imported from English
books, till the man's name was wrapped around by amazing web of
history.
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