The Black Box: A Tale of Monmouth's RebellionCooke, W. Bourne
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The Black Box: A Tale of Monmouth's Rebellion
Cooke, W. Bourne
Monmouth's Rebellion, 1685 -- Juvenile fiction; Monmouth, James Scott, Duke of, 1649-1685 -- Juvenile fiction
"Well said," quoth I; "you will not get the chance." Here my eye fell
on the cord which had fallen from his hand when I had knocked him over.
I led him to it. "See," I said, "you would have bound me with that
rope; now let me do so much for you. On your back, I pray you."
Down he went, and lay thus while I tied him hand and foot.
"Good!" said I, regarding him intently when my task was finished. "That
is another way we have with those who serve one Robert Ferguson. Be
thankful that you do not lie as still as your companion yonder."
"The sea!" he gasped. "I pray you drag me nearer to the cliffs lest I
be drowned."
"Nay, have no fear," said I, "’tis now high water; a little spray will
serve to cool your blood. So now, good morrow to you, friend, and when
you see your master tell him that his plans have failed for once."
With that I picked my pistols up and turned to leave him; but as I
looked along the shore towards Lyme, I saw, to my dismay, three men come
running in the moonlight; and by the way the foremost of them waved a
hand to those behind I knew that they had seen me also.
What now? I wondered. Well, friends or foes, I judged it best to meet
them ere they came upon my handiwork, and so I strode straight on
towards them. Soon I made out that they were armed, for when some twenty
yards away they stopped, drew swords, and thus stood waiting for me.
Moving boldly on as though they were not there, I had come within a
dozen paces, when one of them stepped forward, right across my path.
"Halt!" cried he. "Who art thou?"
"Zion!" said I, stopping.
"Ah! and thy business?"
"Such as brooks no delay," I answered firmly, moving on again.
"Stay!" said he, while those behind pressed forward in a threatening
fashion. "We heard pistol shots a little while ago; what was it?"
"Some fellows brawling on the shore up yonder," I replied; "but, look
you, as I said before, my business brooks not dalliance. Go and make
search yourselves."
With that I made to leave them, and by the look of things they were for
letting me depart in peace; but at that very moment a ringing cry broke
out behind us. I started round, and saw a sight which seemed to spell
disaster. The wretch whom I had left for helpless on the shore had
managed to break free, and now came running on with waving sword.
"Stop him! Hold him fast! Make sure of him!" he shouted.
*CHAPTER XVI*
*Concerning one Dan Foe--A Friend in Need*
My state was now more desperate than ever, for, in the twinkling of an
eye, three swords were pointed at me, to which a fourth would soon be
added. Drawing my own I went back slowly to the cliffs, they following.
This time the odds were overwhelming, and there seemed little chance
enough of winning through; but still I was resolved to fight it out
until I either did so or was killed. Take me alive they should
not--that I swore.
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