Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 4, October 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 4, October 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
At the appointed moment, Don Juan Montefalderon and Jack Tier took their
leave of the two they left behind them. Rose manifested what to Harry
seemed a strange reluctance to part with the little steward; but Tier
was bent on profiting by this excellent opportunity to get back to the
brig. They went, accordingly, and the anxious listeners, who watched the
slightest movement of the yawl, from the shore, had reason to believe
that Jack was smuggled in without detection. They heard the familiar
sound of the oar falling in the boat, and Mulford said that Josh’s voice
might be distinguished, answering to a call from Don Juan. No noise or
clamor was heard, such as Spike would certainly have made, had he
detected the deception that had been practiced on himself.
Harry and Rose were now alone. The former suggested that the latter
should take possession of one of the little bed-rooms that are usually
to be found in American dwellings of the dimensions and humble character
of the light-house abode, while he kept watch until the brig should
sail. Until Spike was fairly off, he would not trust himself to sleep;
but there was no sufficient reason why Rose should not endeavor to
repair the evil of a broken night’s rest, like that which had been
passed in the boat. With this understanding, then, our heroine took
possession of her little apartment, where she threw herself on the bed
in her clothes, while Mulford walked into the air, as the most effective
means of helping to keep his eyes open.
It was now some time past ten, and before eleven the moon would rise.
The mate consequently knew that his watch could not be long before Spike
would quit the neighborhood—a circumstance pregnant with immense relief
to him at least. So long as that unscrupulous, and now nearly desperate,
man remained any where near Rose, he felt that she could not be safe;
and as he paced the sands, on the off, or outer side of the islet, in
order to be beyond the influence of the light in the lantern, his eye
was scarcely a moment taken away from the Swash, so impatiently and
anxiously did he wait for the signs of some movement on board her.
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