The Black Tor: A Tale of the Reign of James the FirstFenn, George Manville
History
The Black Tor: A Tale of the Reign of James the First
Fenn, George Manville
Great Britain -- History -- James I, 1603-1625 -- Juvenile fiction
"Hush! Don't, pray don't cry," whispered Mark. "Can you guide us to
where your father is?"
"Yes; oh yes."
"In the darkness?"
"Yes, I can find my way."
"Can you lead us, my child, to where these ruffians are?" said Sir
Edward, who had approached. "We must surprise and make them prisoners
first."
"Yes--no, you will kill them," whispered the girl. "It is too
treacherous and dreadful."
"My child," said Sir Edward gently, and he stretched his hand forward
till he could touch the girl's head, upon which he softly laid his hand;
"I have a girl as young and fair as you, and Heaven forbid that she
should ever be called upon to perform such an act. But think: it is to
save your father's life; to save you from the hands of these treacherous
ruffians. You must be our guide."
There was a dead silence for a few moments, and Sir Edward felt his hand
taken and held to two soft lips.
"Yes," came gently; "it is to save my poor father. He will die in this
terrible place; and I must die too. You do not know, and they would
easily kill you if you went without. Yes, I will guide you to where
they are. I feel that I must."
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
THE WASPS' NEST.
There was a sound in the darkness as if several men had drawn a deep
breath together, and then for a few moments all was very still, so still
that Mark started when he heard his father's voice, and felt strange and
wondered to hear the gentle tones in which he spoke.
"Do you feel that you can guide us all without lights?"
"Oh, yes; I have been so long in the dark, and have often come with my
father to fill the pitcher in that pool below."
"Rugg, you and your boy stay back, and keep the lights hidden," said Sir
Edward firmly.
"Oh!" cried the old miner, in a tone full of protest; and then hastily:
"Right, Sir Edward."
"And be ready to bring the lanterns, and come to our help when called."
Dan Rugg growled his assent, but Dummy murmured angrily.
"Join yourselves together, my lads," whispered Sir Edward, "by carrying
your pikes each with the head upon the shoulder of the man before him--
the man behind me to rest his in the same way as I lead. Ready?"
"Ay!" came in a low growl from out of the darkness.
"One word more," said Sir Edward sternly, and his words sent a thrill
through Mark. "If the enemy surrenders, show mercy now: if he does not,
remember not a man must escape."
A low deep murmur, full of hatred against the destroyers of their homes,
came from the miners, and then in the renewed silence Sir Edward said
sharply:
"Mark, take this poor child's other hand, and protect her when I am
away. Now forward."
A little soft cold hand closed tightly upon Mark's, as he stepped to
Minnie's side; and then slowly and silently the party advanced under the
girl's guidance for quite two hundred yards through what seemed to be
solid darkness, out of which her voice came in a low whisper from time
to time.
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