The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
For my part, being probably more terrified than the rest of the
party, I got into the fields, scampering over hedge and ditch,
through enclosures and across commons, till I found myself hard by a
forest. I was just going for concealment to ensconce myself in the
very heart of the thicket, when two men on horseback rode across me,
crying, Who goes there? As my alarm prevented me from giving them an
immediate answer, they came to close quarters, and holding each of
them a pistol to my throat, required me to give an account of myself;
who I was, whence I came, what business I had in that forest, and
above all, not to tell a lie about it. Their rough interrogatives
were, according to my notion, little better than the rack with which
our friend the muleteer had offered to treat us. I represented
myself, however, as a young man on my way from Oviedo to Salamanca;
told the story of our late fright, and faithfully attributed my
running away in such a hurry to the dread of a worse exercise under
the torture. They burst into an immoderate fit of laughter at my
simplicity; and one of them said: Take heart, my little friend; come
along with us, and do not be afraid; we will put you in a place where
the devil shall not find you. At these words he took me up behind
him, and we darted into the forest.
I did not know what to think of this odd meeting; yet on the whole I
could not well be worse off than before. If these gentry, thought I
to myself, had been thieves, they would have robbed, and perhaps
murdered me. Depend on it, they are a couple of good honest country
gentlemen in this neighborhood, who seeing me frightened, have taken
compassion on me, and mean to carry me home with them and make me
comfortable. But these visions did not last long. After turning and
winding backward and forward in deep silence, we found ourselves at
the foot of a hill, where we dismounted. This is our abode, said one
of these sequestered gentlemen. I looked about in all directions,
but the deuce a bit of either house or cottage: not a vestige of
human habitation! The two men in the mean time raised a great wooden
trap, covered with earth and briers, to conceal the entrance of a
long shelving passage under ground, to which from habit the poor
beasts took very kindly of their own accord. Their masters kept
tight hold of me, and let the trap down after them. Thus was the
worthy nephew of my uncle Perez caught, just for all the world as you
would catch a rat.
_CHAPTER IV._
_DESCRIPTION OF THE SUBTERRANEOUS DWELLING AND ITS CONTENTS._
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