The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran, and His Man, Mark Antony O'TooleMaxwell, W. H. (William Hamilton)
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The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran, and His Man, Mark Antony O'Toole
Maxwell, W. H. (William Hamilton)
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Mr. O’Halloran,” he said, “your parole is ended--are you willing to
renew it? If so, ride in any part of the column you think fit, and
consider yourself at perfect freedom.”
“Colonel,” I replied, “to do so would be to abandon my last hope of
liberty. Treat me as a close prisoner; I will not give the pledge you
ask from me.”
He looked at me suspiciously.
“Is there any secret understanding with the enemy? have you received
any private information? What hope of escape can you have? The escort is
strong--our soldiers vigilant.”
“Still--hopeless as they may be, 1 will not throw chances away. I tell
you honestly, Colonel La Coste, that I will use every means of effecting
an escape--”
“Which I shall take precautions to render impracticable,” he added.
“I have a stern duty to perform; and even though it cost mine ancient
friend a son, La Coste shall not be wanting.”
He waived his hand--the chasseurs resumed a place at either side--and
one took my bridle in his hand. The commandant addressed them--
“Should this gentleman endeavour to get away, or should an attempt be
made to rescue him that seems likely to succeed, shoot him on the spot.
We lost one that we should have captured; we must not lose another.
Look first, to this gentleman’s security; and secondly, to his comfort.
Impose no unnecessary restraint--but deliver him safely at Toledo, or,
mark the consequences!--your lives shall be the forfeit of his liberty,”
he said--spurred his horse forward, and took his place at the head of
the column, which had now left Casa Mora in its rear.
The line of march ran through a country, wild, picturesque, and
difficult. A sierra of steep ascent was immediately in our front--the
summit crowned with broken crags--and the sides clothed thickly with
ilex, cork, and olive trees. As we advanced, the woods grew thicker, and
the road was surmounted by rocks on either hand. It seemed as if it had
been originally a great water-course, which human labour had converted
into a passage through the mountain. We approached the gorge of the pass
with military caution. Videttes preceded the advanced guard; and, on
either side, voltigeurs were thrown out in extended order, to feel the
woods, and keep the flanks secure. Colonel La Coste, after making every
disposition against surprise, joined the centre of the column, where I
was riding with my friends the chasseurs, who had been so particularly
entrusted with the pleasant duty of dispatching me on the first alarm.
The Colonel ordered them to fall back once more; and, satisfied that we
were secure from any molestation, he indulged again in fresh details of
some of the many scenes and services which he had passed through during
his adventurous career. Still, evidently he was not at ease; and as we
entered the defile, he could not repress feelings of apprehension.
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