The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
"There will be no one, for the place is aside, as I have said. No one
frequents it except Gilbert and my husband. And once he is in your
possession, you can drop down the river to the first town, and from
there take him home; and good riddance to the little glutton."
"Well, the plan seems all right, madam, and I will try it, and am much
obliged to you for your advice, and the hint about overturning the
boat," Moth answered, with a chuckle, as he turned toward the door. "Do
not fail to have him on hand, though. And about another matter I had
nearly forgotten," he added, facing about. "You have been very
obliging, and my client directs me to say that she will lose no time in
recompensing you for your trouble, and of this you may rest assured."
"Thank you; I have not expected any recompense, but only sought to do my
duty by the unfortunate lad. However, she can do as she likes in the
matter," Cousin Angeline answered, as if greatly pleased at the idea of
a reward. "Do not fear in regard to Gilbert, Mr. Miller. He will be on
hand, as I have said, or if anything should prevent his going this
afternoon, he will be there to-morrow. It would be impossible for him
to keep away from the river two days in succession, the little
vagabond!"
"Thank you; and now as the matter is fully understood, I will go and
make the necessary arrangements," Moth answered; and bidding her good
day, took his departure.
When the street door closed behind him and his footsteps could no longer
be heard, Cousin Angeline left the room, and putting on her bonnet,
followed him, but for what purpose I could not imagine. Nor did it
matter, for when she was gone I sprang up, and not losing a moment,
gathered such articles of clothing as I could lay hands on, and wrapping
them about some biscuits I found in the cupboard, slipped out of the
back door and so into the alley. Following this in the direction of the
country, I quickly reached the forest, and hiding myself in its depths,
soon found my way to the road that led to Appletop.
*CHAPTER XXVI*
*LOST IN THE FOREST*
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