Heiress of HaddonDoubleday, W. E. (William Elliott)
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Heiress of Haddon
Doubleday, W. E. (William Elliott)
Haddon Hall (England) -- Fiction; Vernon, Dorothy, -1584 -- Fiction
It was quite dark before they stopped, and when his bandages were
taken off he had only sufficient time to discover that they had halted
at the mouth of a cave before his captors seized hold of his
person and unceremoniously pushed him in, sending, after a brief
consultation, one of their number after him to see that he made no
effort to escape.
"Where is Nathan Grene?" inquired the outraged nobleman, as soon as he
found himself at liberty; "I want to see him."
"Happen you do!" replied his keeper, who was none other than the
ostler; "then, maybe, you will find him at London. You were near
enough to him in the stable loft; maybe he is out of the stocks again
now."
"Don't talk with him," commanded an imperious voice from the exterior,
"or he will be taking you unawares."
The order was literally complied with, and to all his queries
thenceforward the baron could gain no reply. At length he gave up the
attempt, and watched in sullen silence his captors kindle a fire just
within the cavern mouth.
He meditated a dash out, but the venture seemed to promise little
hope, and seeing, after a time, that the man had fallen asleep, he
proceeded to explore his prison.
It was a long cave, and there were many fissures and passages
branching out on either side, but he found to his intense disgust that
instead of leading out into the open they all terminated after a few
yards in a solid wall of rock.
Nothing daunted by his successive disappointments, the lord of Haddon
carefully wound his way round the circuitous cavern path. He found it
difficult work, however, to walk in darkness in an unknown way, and he
made little progress until, suddenly remembering that the ostler had
charge of the tinder and flint which his associates had thrown in
after kindling their fire, he stole back as quickly as he could to
fetch it.
He found everything exactly as it was when he left it. The ostler was
still asleep and loudly snoring; the noisy gang beyond were cooking
their evening meal, and without attracting their attention he
succeeded in gaining the coveted articles, and rapidly retreated with
them in his possession.
He waited before obtaining a light, until a sharp bend in the cave
secured his position, and then, stooping down, he struck the flint
and steel together and made a torch of his cravat. He was now able to
hasten forward, and fearful lest his torch should burn away ere he
had effected his escape, he pushed quickly on, and soon reached the
farthest end.
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