Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the headBarker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
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Tough yarns, vol. 2 (of 2) : $b A series of naval tales and sketches to please all hands, from the swabs on the shoulders down to the swabs in the head
Barker, M. H. (Matthew Henry)
Sea stories, English; Seafaring life -- Fiction
“The following morning, Robinson received his instructions, and to
avoid suspicion, we kept within doors through the remainder of the day.
At dusk we sallied forth, and passed the gates just before they were
closed, not without suspicion, but our disguises were so admirably
contrived, as to deceive the penetrating looks of the guard. The night
was dark and stormy, and it was with great difficulty we reached the
suburbs near the vineyard. Here poor Robinson formed the resolution
of once more seeing Euphemia; and though I pointed out the danger,
yet my own heart was involuntarily attracted towards the cottage. We
approached, but were compelled to abandon the design, as the _gens
d’armes_ were evidently on the watch.
“We returned to the spot where our guide was to be in waiting, and
made the signal; but it met with no reply, and we dreaded lest by
delay we had forfeited the opportunity of escape. Crouched behind a
jutting rock, after remaining some time longer in anxious suspense, we
saw a figure moving at a short distance; the signal was again given,
and by being answered, we knew it to be our guide. He appeared, from
his stature, to be a mere lad; but the darkness of the night and a
broad-brimmed hat, concealed every feature of his face. Not a word
passed on either side, and we commenced our march over a rugged track
winding among the rocks, that greatly impeded our progress, till we
came suddenly upon the main road, and the next moment were surrounded
by a troop of cavalry. They interrogated our guide, but he was silent;
they addressed us, and suspecting we were betrayed through the
machinations of Wirrion, I was on the point of venting my indignation
on the guide, when he prevented it by answering we were peasants. The
reply not satisfying the officer, and the guide preparing to pass on,
he struck him a severe blow on the head with the flat of his sword;
a piercing shriek followed, that wrung my soul to agony,--such a
shriek as had once before fell upon my tortured ear; it was Adele,--the
generous, self-devoted Adele,--and she fell into my arms breathless and
bleeding.
“The officer and several of the troop alighted on discovering that our
guide was a female, and every means were used to restore animation,
which, after considerable exertion, proved successful; and we were
informed that our condition was well known, as they had only a short
time before seized the conveyance which was to carry us beyond the
frontiers, and had extorted the whole plot from the driver.
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