Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXV, June, 1852Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXV, June, 1852
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Wyatt regarded me with a deadly scowl as he answered: "Ay, ay, you're
a brave cock. Master Warneford, upon your own dunghill. It maybe my
turn someday. Here, doctor, a word with you outside." They both left
the room, and I rang the bell, discharged the score, and was just going
when Lee returned. He was still pale and shaky, though considerably
recovered from the panic-terror excited by the sudden entrance of Wyatt.
"Thank Heaven, he's gone!" said the doctor; "and less sour and
suspicious than I feared him to be. But tell me, sir, do you intend
walking from here to Hythe?"
"I so purpose. Why do you ask?"
"Because the young girl you saw in the bar went off ten minutes ago by
the same road. She was too late for a farmer's cart which she expected
to return by. Wyatt, too, is off in the same direction."
"She will have company, then."
"Evil company, I fear. Her father and he have lately quarreled; and
her, I know, he bears a grudge against, for refusing, as the talk goes,
to have any thing to say to him."
"Very well; don't alarm yourself. I shall soon overtake them, and you
may depend the big drunken bully shall neither insult nor molest her.
Good-night."
It was a lonely walk for a girl to take on a winter evening, although
the weather was brilliantly light and clear, and it was not yet
much past seven o'clock. Except, perchance, a deer-keeper, or a
deer-stealer, it was not likely she would meet a human being for two
or three miles together, and farm and other houses near the track were
very sparsely scattered here and there. I walked swiftly on, and soon
came within sight of Wyatt; but so eagerly was his attention directed
ahead, that he did not observe me till we were close abreast of each
other.
"You here!" he exclaimed, fairly gnashing his teeth with rage. "I only
wish--"
"That you had one or two friends within hail, eh? Well, it's better for
your own health that you have not, depend upon it. I have four barrels
with me, and each of them, as you well know, carries a life, one of
which should be yours, as sure as that black head is on your shoulders."
He answered only by a snarl and a malediction, and we proceeded on
pretty nearly together. He appeared to be much soberer than before:
perhaps the keen air had cooled him somewhat, or he might have been
shamming it a little at the inn to hoodwink the doctor. Five or six
minutes brought us to a sharp turn of the road, where we caught sight
of the young woman, who was not more than thirty or forty yards ahead.
Presently, the sound of footsteps appeared to strike her ear, for she
looked quickly round, and an expression of alarm escaped her. I was in
the shadow of the road, so that, in the first instance, she saw only
Wyatt. Another moment, and her terrified glance rested upon me.
"Lieutenant Warneford!" she exclaimed.
"Ay, my good girl, that is my name. You appear frightened--not at me,
I hope!"
"O no, not at you," she hastily answered, the color vividly returning
to her pale cheeks.
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