Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the roadBrady, Cyrus Townsend
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Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the road
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- James II, 1685-1688 -- Fiction; Romance fiction
I thought with considerable complacency that this exploit of mine
would entitle me to something more than a mention of my name in the
family chronicles, and that perhaps I might be counted as worthy the
best traditions of our ancient house. In anticipation, I could feel
my Lord clasp me in his arms when I had saved his life and bless me
for my daring, although I well knew that he would have died rather
than give his consent to such an amazing undertaking.
The good meal, the wine, of which I drank but sparingly, pouring the
rest out of the window when no one was looking, refreshed me greatly.
With a new zeal, therefore, I mounted my horse, flung the landlord a
guinea, at which he bowed himself nearly to the floor, and cantered
down the street through the town and out upon the broad ocean highway.
The sea breeze, with all its splendid freshness, lifted the close
curls of my full wig, fanned my brow, and cooled my cheeks in the
most exhilarating way. I rode rapidly enough, observing my horse
possessed of all the qualities of speed and stamina that his
appearance had indicated, and, without anything untoward or exciting
happening, about five o'clock in the evening I drew up at the Black
Douglas Inn, at Cockenzie.
Cockenzie was merely a huddle of little houses, with nothing on earth
to recommend it except the old inn pleasantly placed on a bluff
headland overlooking the sea. It was the only house of any pretence
whatever in the little fishing village, and before it I drew rein.
Judicious inquiries elicited the fact that at the moment I was the
only guest of the inn. I bespake the best chamber, ordered myself
substantial supper, saw personally to the quartering and care of my
horse, washed my own face and hands, went out of the rear door of the
inn, walked to the edge of the high bluff, and sat down on a rude
bench overlooking the sea, while waiting for my supper, and pondered
carefully on my next step.
I had address enough to find out from the inn-maid who saw me to my
apartment that no such traveller as I suspected Sir Hugh Richmond to
be had passed by within that day or the day before. Therefore, I was
in time. I had no doubt that this very night he would appear on the
scene. Master Dunner's information was such as to carry assurance to
him, and I depended upon its accuracy. Sitting and watching the
ocean, I tried to decide upon my best course when I should at last be
confronted by mine enemy.
_Chapter_
III
_How I ate, drank, and gamed with Sir Hugh Richmond, under whom I
would fain see Service_
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