The Flower of the Flock, Volume 3 (of 3)Egan, Pierce
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The Flower of the Flock, Volume 3 (of 3)
Egan, Pierce
Fiction
She felt sick, faint, and dizzy with fear, her terror being
proportionably increased by the frightful speed at which she could see,
by the passing objects, and tell by the awful rocking, jumping motion of
the carriage, they were being borne along.
The Colonel scarcely noticed the tremendous pace into which his
servant had lashed the horses--he was in deep conjecture respecting
his pursuers. He thought it not improbable Mark Wilton might be one;
he hated him, for he had been treated by him with distrust and scarcely
concealed dislike; he felt that it would cost him but little repugnance
to shoot him; but then he was Flora’s brother, and his blood upon his
hands was not calculated to prosper his wooing. Nevertheless, rather
than resign Flora, he was resolved not to stop short even at that crime.
He was roused from his reverie by the horrified moans of the ayah, and
the sudden outcries of his Indian attendant. He thrust his head out of
the carriage window, and saw that the over-driven steeds had been lashed
into frenzy, and in their progress down the hill their own impetus,
added to the enormously accelerated velocity of the vehicle, unchecked
by a drag, had urged them to a speed which was beyond their own control.
Giving way to fright, they dashed blindly on, unheeding in their fearful
wildness the check which the speedily-alarmed Indian attempted to impose
on them the instant he found they were beyond command; but he discovered
his mastery was gone, and he soon lost all presence of mind, and
shrieked to his master that the horses were flying with them to
destruction.
The ayah quickly added her shrieks to the yells of the completely scared
Indian; and Mires, with no little consternation, saw the danger in which
all were placed, but he was powerless to aid. To open the door and jump
out would have been to court death; to remain where he was would be to
incur injuries it was impossible to calculate upon. He pulled down the
window behind the coachman, and commenced an attempt to crawl through
the opening, to gain, if possible, a seat on the box, in the hope that,
uniting his strength with that of the Indian, who still clung to the
reins, the horses might be pulled up.
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