The Devil's Own: A Romance of the Black Hawk WarParrish, Randall
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The Devil's Own: A Romance of the Black Hawk War
Parrish, Randall
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
"I cannot tell you that. As short a time as possible. It may require
considerable explanation and urging to get those three women to trust
me. However, all you have to do is wait, and be sure that no one sees
you. If you should be needed for anything at the house, I'll get word
to you some way; and if I should send Delia and Rene out here alone,
without being able to come with them myself, load them into the cart at
once, and drive to the boat. I'll manage to join you somewhere, and
the important thing is to get them safely away. You understand all
this?"
"Yas, sah; leastways I reckon I does. I'se ter take keer ob dem all,
an' let yer take keer o' yerself."
"Exactly, because, you see, I haven't the slightest idea what I am
going to run up against. There may be others in the house, and I might
not dare to leave Miss Eloise behind alone without some protection. In
a way she is in almost as much danger as the others if she falls into
Kirby's hands. I shall endeavor to induce her to go to Haines at once."
Following some impulse I shook hands with him, and then plunged into
the darkness, my only guidance at first that single ray of light
streaming through the unshaded window. The ground underfoot was
roughly irregular, cleared forest land evidently, as I occasionally
stumbled over an unremoved stump, although there was nothing to
seriously obstruct my passage until I reached the fence surrounding the
garden. By this time the outlines of the house were plainly visible
against the skyline beyond, and I realized that it was indeed quite a
mansion for that country, a great square frame structure, two full
stories in height, appearing black and deserted, except for that single
window through which the light continued to stream. While this window
was upon the lower floor, directly opposite where I stood, and no great
distance away, it was still sufficiently elevated above the ground, and
obscured by a small outside balcony, so as to afford me no glimpse
within. All I could distinguish clearly was the ceiling of what
appeared to be a rather large apartment.
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