Jacqueline of Golden RiverEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
Jacqueline of Golden River
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Fiction
"I was coming to you, _madame_," sneered Simon. "I don't know much
about the courts in this part of the country, but you will marry me to
save the life of your lover."
"No!" she answered, setting her teeth.
He seized her by the wrists and dragged her across the floor to me.
"Look at him!" he yelled. "Look into his face. Will you marry me if I
let him go free?"
"No!" answered Jacqueline.
"I swear to you that he shall be thrown from the top of the cataract
unless you give your consent within five minutes."
"Never!" she answered firmly.
"I will denounce your father!"
"You can't frighten me with such stuff. I am not a weak old man!"
"You will think differently after Charles Duchaine has been hanged in
Quebec jail," he sneered.
His words received a wholly unexpected answer. The dotard leaped
forward, stooped down, and picked up the heavy roulette-wheel.
He raised it aloft and staggered wildly toward Leroux.
CHAPTER XIX
THE HIDDEN CHAMBER
Simon turned just in time. The wheel went crashing to the floor and
bounded and rebounded out of the room and along the little hall.
Philippe jumped in terror from the place where he crouched.
And then the last strand broke, and I was free to slip the cords from
my limbs.
"You old fool!" screamed Leroux, catching Duchaine by the wrists. But
Charles Duchaine possessed the strength of a madman. He grasped Leroux
round the waist and clung to him, and would not be shaken off.
"Kill him!" he screamed. "He is a spy! He has come to betray me to
the government!"
What followed was the work of a moment. I saw Jacqueline pull down
both broadswords from the wall. She flung one down beside me just as I
was staggering to my feet.
Leroux shook off the old man at last. He turned on me. I swung the
sword aloft and brought it down upon his skull.
Heaven knows I struck to kill; but my wrist was feeble from the ropes,
and the blade fell flat. It drew no blood, but Leroux dropped like a
stricken ox upon the floor.
"This way!" gasped the old man.
He pulled at Jacqueline's arm, and half led and half dragged her
through the open door behind his chair, I following. Lacroix sprang
into the room, called, but whether to us or to the other ruffians I did
not know. Leroux sat up and looked about him, dazed and bewildered.
Then I was in the little room with Jacqueline and Duchaine, and he
turned and bolted the door behind us. He seemed possessed of all the
strength and decision of youth again.
When I stood there before the room had been as dark as pitch, but now a
flicker of light was at the far end. A voice cried:
"_M'sieur_! _M'sieur_! I have not forgotten thee!"
It was Pierre Caribou. I saw his figure silhouetted against the light
of the flaring candle which he held in his hand.
Duchaine had placed one arm about his daughter's waist, and was urging
her along. But she stopped and looked back to me. I saw she held one
broadsword in her hand, as I held the other.
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