The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk UprisingAiken, Albert W.
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The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk Uprising
Aiken, Albert W.
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Dime novels
“Twelve feet of rope and a tree would suit you better,” she replied. “Do
not deceive yourself by the belief that I shall ever change in my regard
for you. The most slimy reptile which crawls through the swamp would be
to me a more pleasant companion. I give my hand to you to save my
friends, but never my heart with it.”
He stood moodily before her, tapping his boot with the riding-whip he
carried.
“I have half a mind to refuse your hand upon these terms,” he said,
gloomily, without raising his eyes from the earth upon which they were
bent. “Your language is horrible to one to whom you are about to join
yourself for life, and the day will surely come when you will repent it
bitterly. There, I will say no more now; but, in half an hour I shall
come for you and we will be married.”
“You need not fear but I will keep my word,” she said. “Will you keep
yours as well?”
“I never broke it yet to friend or foe,” was his answer, “and I do not
mean to commence now. When you have given me your hand in marriage,
these men shall have two days’ grace, but if I catch them after that,
woe be to them, that is all.”
He turned upon his heel and left her to her own reflections, which were
not of the most pleasant type. At times she doubted her firmness in the
hour of trial, and whether she would not give way in the presence of the
missionary, but the thought of his fearful threat against her lover and
friends nerved her, and she determined to bear up as bravely as she
could, and make the sacrifice for their safety. She would have liked to
see Melton once before the ceremony, but feared that she was not strong
enough to endure the meeting. While she sat there with her face buried
in her hands, Black Will came for her.
“There is one favor I would ask you,” she said, “and it is one you can
easily grant. You know I love Charles Melton, but all thoughts of him
must pass in the moment when I put my hand in yours. Under the
circumstances he must not see me again, and I could not bear to see
him.”
“Agreed; you shall not see him, and if he dares to attempt an interview
when you are once my wife, it will be the worse for him. I have removed
him already, and they wait in the woods until the ceremony is over, when
they shall be allowed to go where they will.”
“That will do, sir. Now I am ready, if you will not relent.”
He shook his head savagely, and taking her hand led her out into the
open space among the trees. The band were standing carelessly about,
looking on as the two took their station before the missionary, who
advanced book in hand and stood before them.
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