Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
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A LITTLE WIZARD
[Illustration: STANLEY J. WEYMAN]
A LITTLE WIZARD
BY
STANLEY J. WEYMAN
AUTHOR OF
"A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE," "FRANCIS CLUDDE,"
"UNDER THE RED ROBE," ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
9 and 11 EAST 16th STREET
COPYRIGHT, 1895.
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY.
_A Little Wizard_
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. Pattenhall.
II. Malham High Moors.
III. Langdale's Horse.
IV. The Meal Chest
V. Treasure Trove.
VI. Dead Sea Apples.
VII. The Wooden Cross.
VIII. A Strange Trial.
IX. His Excellency's Judgment.
A LITTLE WIZARD
CHAPTER I.
PATTENHALL.
When the agent of General Skippon, to whom the estate of Pattenhall by
Ripon fell, as part of his reward after the battle of Naseby, went
down to take possession, he found a little boy sitting on a heap of
stones a few paces from the entrance gate. The old house (which has
since been pulled down) lay a quarter of a mile from the road and
somewhat in a hollow; but its many casements, blushing and sparkling
in the glow of the evening sun, caught the rider's eye, and led him
into the comfortable belief that he had reached his destination. He
had come from Ripon, however, and the village lies on the farther side
of the house from that town; consequently he had seen no one whom he
could question, and he hailed the boy's presence with relief, checking
his horse, and calling to him to know if this was Pattenhall.
The lad crouching on the stones, and nervously plucking the grass
beside him, looked up at the four stern men sitting squarely in their
saddles. But he did not answer. He might have been deaf.
"Come!" Agent Hoby said, repeating his question roughly. "You have got
a tongue, my lad. Is this old squire Patten's?"
The boy shook his head mutely. He looked about twelve years old.
"Is it farther on?"
"Yes, farther on," the lad muttered, scarcely moving his lips.
"Where?"
Still keeping his eyes, which were large and brown, on his questioner,
the boy pointed towards the tower of the church, a quarter of a mile
away.
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