"What are you doing of?" shouted one convict to another, who, regardless
of the flames, dragged out two bodies, in which there seemed to be some
trace of life. But the man did not answer, and when the other attempted
to hinder him, struck the ruffian to the ground in an instant.
But the next moment he was on his feet, knife in hand, and sprang at his
assailant; but only to go down again, as if the fist that struck the
blow had been so much lead.
He lay for a few moments, half-stunned, and then rose, slowly muttering,
and shaking his head, while the other, in answer, apparently, to the
mute appeals of the women, half-dragged, half-carried the wounded men
out of reach of the rapidly increasing flames.
The man did it, though, in a coarse, rough, brutal way, as if afraid
that he might lose caste in the eyes of his companions; and then, after
bestowing a contemptuous kick on each, he rejoined his party, loaded
himself with such booty as he had secured, and the motley group began to
make preparations for returning down the valley.
"Here, carry this!" exclaimed a fellow, seizing one of the women by the
arm; but she broke from him to dart to one of the prostrate forms, and
lift its head into her lap. The ruffian was at her side the next
instant, though, trying to drag her away; but as she resisted, he struck
her to the ground, and hurried to join the others.
Poor Mrs Lee sank to the earth, with a wail of misery, and remained
motionless; but the other woman, the shepherd's wife, took the load
pointed out to her, and followed her captors, trembling, and apparently
half beside herself.
The flames had by this time wrapped the greater part of the house; and
the convicts were passing the lean-to, shingle-roofed outbuilding at the
end, when there rang forth a wild, despairing cry; and, dropping his
load, as his companions were arrested, the same man who had dragged out
the wounded, sprang forward and caught Katie in his arms, and bore her
senseless from the flames, just as, with a fierce rush, the wind came
careering up the valley, and dark clouds began to gather over head, as
if betokening a storm.
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