Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
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Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
The young Spaniard reached the door in a moment. The guard, as
in the first instance, still kept his face to the fire, and
evidently felt perfectly secure. Satisfied with his disposition,
Hildebrand resolved to pass the aperture himself. He had reached
the middle of the doorway, when, feeling secure of the guard,
he ventured to turn off his gaze, and glance at his companion.
Just as he did so, the guard, whether from a desire to change his
position, or that he heard something to alarm him, wheeled round
from the fire, and perceived him. He raised his caliver directly,
and, with a steady aim, levelled it at Hildebrand’s head.
“Stand!” he cried, “or I fire!”
Hildebrand stood as still as a statue. To move was certain death;
for the guard, besides that he stood right opposite to him, was
scarcely twelve paces distant. His companion, although, from his
being under the cover of the passage-wall, he could not see the
guard, fully understood his situation, and saw that his first
movement would probably be his last. A spasm passed over his face
as this horrible truth occurred to him. For a moment--not only
as regarded his person, but his complexion--he seemed perfectly
petrified: then, with recovered energy, he darted forward, and
threw himself between Hildebrand and his enemy.
His unexpected obtrusion evidently threw the latter off his
guard. Before he could recover himself, Hildebrand had raised his
pistol, and they now, to a certain extent, stood almost on an
equality. Hildebrand knew that, in this situation, a great deal
would depend on having the first shot, and that that alone could
save him. Pausing only to push back his companion, he steadied
his aim, and fired.
The alguazil fired almost at the same instant. The young
Spaniard, whom Hildebrand had just before pushed under cover,
heard both the reports at once, and watched for the result with
the most intense terror. To his great joy, Hildebrand, when the
smoke passed away, appeared wholly unhurt; but a heavy fall in
the chamber, following the last report, intimated that such
was not the case with his adversary. The flash of Hildebrand’s
pistol, which his eager eyes instantly detected, had shaken
the alguazil’s aim, and his charge passed harmlessly over
Hildebrand’s shoulder. Before he could observe its effect, he
received Hildebrand’s charge in the centre of his forehead, and
fell to the floor a corpse.
The report of the fire-arms, which the prevailing silence carried
a good distance, raised an alarum throughout the gaol, and voices
and footsteps were heard in every direction. The fugitives had
not a moment to spare; for the door, if it happened to be locked,
might still cut off their retreat, and, in any case, presented an
obstacle not to be trifled with.
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