Paul Gosslett's Confessions in Love, Law, and The Civil ServiceLever, Charles
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Paul Gosslett's Confessions in Love, Law, and The Civil Service
Lever, Charles
Fiction
At last, after a four hours' hard walk, we gained the crest of a
mountain ridge, from which the descent seemed nearly precipitous, and
here my companion showed me, by the faint moonlight, a small heap of
stones, in the midst of which a stake was placed upright; he muttered
some words in a very low tone, and held up eight fingers, possibly to
convey that eight people had been murdered or buried in that place.
Whatever the idea, one thing was certain,--he would go no farther. He
pointed to the zigzag path I was to follow, and stretched out his hand
to show me, as I supposed, where Rocco lay, and then unslinging from his
shoulder the light carpet-bag he had hitherto carried for me, he held
out his palm for payment.
I resolutely refused, however, to accept his resignation, and ordered
him, by a gesture, to resume his load and march on; but the fellow shook
his head doggedly, and pointed with one finger to the open palm of the
other hand. The gesture was defiant and insolent; and as we were man to
man, I felt it would be an ignominy to submit to him, so I again
showed signs of refusal, and pointed to the bag. At this he drew a
long thin-bladed knife from his garter; but, as quickly, I pulled out a
revolver from my breast-pocket. The fellow's sharp ear caught the click
of the lock, and, with a spring, he darted over the low parapet and
disappeared. I never saw him more.
A cold sweat broke over me as I took up my burden and resumed my way.
There was but one path, so that I could not hesitate as to the road; but
I own that I began that descent with a heart-sinking and a terror that
I have no words to convey. That the fellow would spring out upon me at
some turn of the way seemed so certain that at each sharp angle I halted
and drew breath for the struggle I thought was coming. My progress was
thus much retarded, and my fatigue greatly increased. The day broke at
last, but found me still plodding on in a dense pine-wood which clothed
the lower sides of the mountain. In addition to my carpet-bag I had
the heavy belt in which the gold pieces were secured, and the weight of
which became almost insupportable.
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