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
She obeyed, uttering no word of objection, and stepping after me
through the open window onto the narrow balcony without. I reached up
and drew down the shade, leaving us in comparative darkness. The night
was soundless and our eyes, straining to pierce the black void, were
unable to detect any movement.
"You see nothing?" I whispered, touching her hand in encouragement.
"No evidence of a guard anywhere?"
"No--the others must still be out in front waiting."
"There were only the four of them then?"
"So I understood. I was told they came up the river in a small
keel-boat, operated by an engine, and that they anticipated no
resistance. The engineer was left to watch the boat and be ready to
depart down stream at any moment."
"Good; that leaves us a clear passage. Now I am going to drop to the
ground; it is not far below. Can you make it alone?"
"I have done so many a time."
We attained the solid earth almost together and in silence.
"Now let me guide you," she suggested, as I hesitated. "I know every
inch of the way about here. Where is the negro waiting?"
"At the edge of the wood where the wagon road ends, beyond the slave
quarters."
"Yes, I know; it will be safer for us to go around the garden."
She flitted forward, sure-footed, confident, and I followed as rapidly
as possible through the darkness, barely keeping her dim figure in
sight. We skirted the rear fence, and then the blacker shadow of the
wood loomed up somber before us. Our feet stumbled over the ruts of a
road and I seemed to vaguely recognize the spot as familiar. Yes, away
off yonder was the distant gleam of the river reflecting the stars.
This must be the very place where Pete and I had parted, but--where had
the fellow gone? I caught at her sleeve, but as she paused and turned
about, could scarcely discern the outlines of her face in the gloom.
"Here is where he was directed to wait," I explained, hurriedly.
"Before I left he had turned his mule around under this very tree. I
am sure I am not mistaken in the spot."
"Yet he is not here, and there is no sign of him. You left no other
instructions except for him to remain until your return?"
"I think not--oh; yes, I did tell him if you women came without me, he
was to drive you at once to the boat and leave me to follow the best
way I could. Do you suppose it possible the others reached here and he
has gone away with them?"
I felt a consciousness that her eyes were upon me, that she was
endeavoring to gain a glimpse of my face.
"No, I can hardly imagine that. I--I do not know what to think. When
I see you I believe all you say, but here in the darkness it is not the
same. You--you are not deceiving me?"
"No; you must trust my word. This is unfortunate, but neither of us
could venture back now. There is a pledge between us."
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