"Frederic!" She laid her hand on his arm, but Frederic turned suddenly
away, and gazed intently in the opposite direction.
"What has happened! Let me go, Miss! There is danger in the grotto over
yonder. Who is there? Answer!"
No answer came, but Frederic needed none; he knew enough already. The
moonbeams falling obliquely at the entrance of the grotto, had revealed
all to him; he had seen dark forms and gleaming weapons. In the moment
of danger, Frederic's mental capabilities were not so under par as in
common life. Instinct supplied him what he lacked in intelligence, and
this always guided him aright.
He did not pause to reflect that his two comrades being much nearer the
castle than he, could sooner give the alarm, that the most important
thing was to know the direction whence the danger came; but he acted as
if he had duly considered all this, and summoning the full strength of
his powerful lungs, he cried in a voice that rang through the whole
park:
"Treason! An attack! The enemy are here! They come from the grotto!
Attention, soldiers!"
Then he fired his musket in that direction, and seizing Jane's arm,
bore her along with him. The warning had reached the ear of his
comrades, the cry again plainly echoed through the silent night, and
this time it must have reached the castle. But the enemy remained no
longer idle; further concealment was impossible. Half a dozen shots
fell at the same time; Frederic paid no heed, but with a low cry of
pain, Jane sank upon her knees.
"Forward, Miss, forward into the bushes!" he cried, and rushed on. Jane
tried to follow, but her wounded foot forbade. She sank to the earth.
"Fly!" she moaned breathlessly. "Save yourself! I must remain behind!"
Frederic looked down at her, but he saw not now the white, beautiful
face, which, would have plead mightily with any other man for her
rescue; he thought only that here was a helpless, wounded woman, whom
he must abandon if he sought to save himself. Before his soul, clear as
the lightning's flash, gleamed only one remembrance: "Tell him that
Miss Forest was the one dearest to me in the whole world! He is to
guard her, if he must,--with his life!"
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