The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mineFreeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
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The golden pool : $b A story of a forgotten mine
Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
British -- Africa -- Fiction; Mines and mineral resources -- Fiction
“Go away!” she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. “It is impossible; thou
art wasting precious time. Go!”
I took the rope where it was tied on to the ring of her collar and cut
it through, and as she still refused to rise, I stuck the knife
through the strip of rag that was tied round my loins, took her up in
my arms, and, hoisting her on to my shoulder like a sack, strode away
out of the camp along the path by which we had approached it.
The moon had now set, and the night was pitch dark, so that although
the country was moderately open, it was difficult to avoid straying
from the path; and Aminé, who though but of medium height was a
strapping, solidly-built woman, formed a burden sufficiently heavy to
tax the strength of a stronger man than me. In fact, I had not gone a
quarter of a mile before I had to set her down and rest, when she
again entreated me to hurry away and leave her.
While we were resting I explored the key holes of her fetters with my
fingers, and finding that they were made so as to be unfastened by a
key with a screw end, I determined to try if I could force them. For
this purpose I groped among the trees and cut off a small branch,
which I trimmed with my knife to a blunt point. This point I thrust
forcibly into the hole and rotated it until the wood jammed into the
thread of the screw-hole, when by giving it a few more turns, to my
delight and Aminé’s amazement, the ankle clasp fell open. This
manœuvre I repeated with the other three clasps with such success
that, in a short time, I was able to remove the manacles and leg
fetters, and Aminé stood up, hardly able to believe the evidence of
her senses, and nearly wild with joy.
We flung the fetters away among the trees, and, leaving the iron
collar to be operated on by daylight, set off along the path at a run
to make up for the time that had been consumed by these labours; but
presently we settled down, as our excitement somewhat subsided, into
a brisk walk, covering the ground at an astonishing pace
notwithstanding the darkness.
It was probably near midnight when we started, and we walked on, with
gradually diminishing speed but without a halt, until the first
streaks of dawn began to appear in the sky behind us, and our shadows
spread out before us, attenuated and gigantic caricatures.
The pale daybreak, rapidly brightening into sunlight, showed us, a
little distance ahead, a small stream, and we could see that we were
approaching a much-frequented drinking-place, for the ground was
covered with the spoor of hoofs and paws, all converging to one point.
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