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“I assure you I never ventured within a mile of that region alone again,
and I have kept my promise not to tell any one what I saw. I shall still
keep my oath, and not tell, but I shall now avail myself of the
knowledge I possess, and go and force an entrance with a strong party at
my heels.”
“My young friend, you are really very fortunate,” said Edgerton, who had
been much interested in his account. “Your knowledge will be of great
service, for we shall surely capture this notorious band, which for so
many years has overrun the country, and done so much wickedness. It is
settled, then. I will blockade the entrance from the water, while you
force the one by land. In this way we shall take them by surprise, and
everything will work to our advantage. I will go now and enlist my men,
and if I have the opportunity give a hint of what we are up to, to the
Italian brothers. They will greatly facilitate the work for us. In the
meantime do you make your preparations, and remember one thing, to go
well armed. We may not need to fight at all, for if things are as I
think they are, the whole band (or what there is of them at home now)
will be unarmed while they witness the ceremony. In that case they will
all be at our mercy. Still, we must not neglect to take plenty of
weapons.”
“Very well; where shall we meet?” asked Fredrich Weimher, his handsome
face all aglow with excitement.
“I will have the men scattered near the place; it will not do to have
them go in a body, lest some of the band should see them and give the
alarm. I will notify them to secrete themselves near the spot, with the
understanding that when they hear a short, sharp whistle, they collect
directly behind the little cottage, where you say the entrance is. Of
course you will have to be on the lookout and choose your time. At the
same time, I, on hearing the signal, will enter the passage in boats
from the sea with my own men.”
“That is well. And now at what hour shall I give the signal?”
“A little before seven will be a good hour; it is quite dark at that
time. I will go at once and make arrangements, for we have no time to
lose.”
With which words Ronald Edgerton arose, resumed his disguise, and both
departed to prepare for the exciting and perilous adventure of the
evening.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
“TOO LATE.”
Seven o’clock came, and Dora sat, pale as the robes in which she was
arrayed, awaiting the appearance of her persecutor, who was to lead her
forth to such a heartless sacrifice.
Very, very lovely she looked in her misty dress of costly lace over
glimmering satin.
Nina, ever ready to entertain, had related the history of those fatal
robes while decking our wretched heroine.
She shuddered as she heard the story, and felt as if she were being
arrayed in a shroud instead of bridal attire.
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