Eveline Mandeville : $b or, The horse thief rivalAddison, Alvin
General
Eveline Mandeville : $b or, The horse thief rival
Addison, Alvin
Fiction
"Well, let us be off, then, as quick as possible; for, to tell the truth, I
don't like this part of the country much; it's gittin' entirely too hot for
our bizness, and is by no means as safe as it might be."
"We must be off to-morrow, if we can finish all our arrangements, which I
hope we shall be able to do, if we lose no time. We must have our horses
ready to-night, at all events; for it may suit to start in the night, if we
fail to get away to-morrow. I am not sure but it will be the best plan to
leave in the night, any how."
"Certainly, it will be."
"Well, it's settled, then, that we leave to-morrow night; and that being
the case, I must hasten away to get the key made. You stay here till the
sentinel returns, and then meet me at the usual place this afternoon, and
we will have everything arranged in order."
With this the villains parted, Bill going out of the passage, and Dick into
the cave.
To all this Eveline was an absorbed, but to them unknown, listener. How the
great hope of the morning died in her bosom, as the fearful truth was
revealed to her, that another snare was laid to entangle her feet--that her
newly found friends were but enemies in disguise. Instead of liberators,
who would restore her to home and friends, they were vile miscreants,
destining her to a fate no better than that which now surrounded her, and
removed still further from the possibility of succor. For a little time she
clung to the hope that Dick would hold out in her behalf; but this last
prop was taken away, and she felt that there was no help from any quarter,
and that self-dependence was her only safeguard.
Ah, how desolate was her heart in that hour! How like a lone reed in the
pelting tempest did she feel herself to be! Surrounded by enemies on all
hands, a prisoner in a dungeon, with no friendly arm to lean upon, no kind
voice of sympathy to encourage and strengthen her, she felt almost like
giving over the struggle, and lying down to die where she stood.
But this feeling of despondency was of short duration. Arousing to a lively
sense of her situation, this apathy was thrown off, and the native energy
of purpose which she had exhibited so strikingly on former occasions,
quickened her spirit and restored vigor to her frame. Immediately she began
to collect her thoughts, and cast about to see if there was no way of
escape from this new danger. At first she thought of making a confidant of
Duffel, and throwing herself upon his generosity; but remembering all that
he had done, she felt that this would be vain, so far as _she_ was
concerned, while it might save _him_ from merited exposure and punishment;
and so she at once abandoned the idea.
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