Crete (Greece) -- History -- Insurrection, 1866-1868 -- Fiction
Outside the nightingales were calling each other from far, tremulous
distances. The waters of the fountain splashed and gurgled
unceasingly. Curtis' senses became more and more acute. Sounds that
he could not hear a moment ago became audible now, without growing
louder. He heard the plying of axes, and once the sound of a hammer,
followed by laughter.
"What the deuce are they up to?" he muttered. "Are they building a
fortification of any kind? I've got to do some tall thinking in the
morning. Somehow or other I must get away with that girl. But how?
how? I'll make Kostakes believe I'm lamer than I really am, and he
won't watch me so close. But I must have an opportunity. No man can
do anything without an opportunity--and that isn't so bad, either. I
must make a note of that in the morning. Let's see, what's that other
thing I thought of? H'm--hang it, I've forgotten it."
"Meouw!" said kitty.
"That's it, by Jove! Cats and mortgages."
For fully an hour the American invented and discarded schemes for
escaping with Panayota. He tried to think of passages in novels
describing the rescue of captive maidens by heroes like himself, but
fairy tales of enchanted carpets and wishing caps persisted in running
through his head, to the exclusion of more practical methods.
"I must watch for an opportunity," he exclaimed, aloud, bringing his
fist down upon the table. "If I can't do any better I'll stick to
Kostakes till we get to Canea, and then I'll put the matter in the
hands of the English consul. Hello! What's that!"
He was sure he heard a dull, crushing blow, followed by a moan and the
sound of some one falling. He listened for a long time, but heard
nothing more, and yet he was conscious of a sense of horror, as though
he had just awakened from a nightmare. He rubbed his eyes and pinched
himself.
"I'm awake," he thought, "and yet I feel as though a murder had been
committed. Lord, but I'm all haired up! If this keeps on I shall turn
spiritualistic medium. I wonder if I can see the folks at home?" And
he shut his eyes and fixed his mind upon his father and mother.
"Let's see, now, what time of day is it in Boston?"
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