Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — CompleteScott, Walter
History
Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Complete
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
Here then was fresh food for conjecture. Was Alice his unknown warden,
and was this maiden of the cavern the tutelar genius that watched his
bed during his sickness? Was he in the hands of her father? and if so,
what was his purpose? Spoil, his usual object, seemed in this case
neglected; for not only Waverley's property was restored, but his
purse, which might have tempted this professional plunderer, had been
all along suffered to remain in his possession. All this perhaps the
packet might explain; but it was plain from Alice's manner that she
desired he should consult it in secret. Nor did she again seek his eye
after she had satisfied herself that her manoeuvre was observed and
understood. On the contrary, she shortly afterwards left the hut, and
it was only as she tript out from the door, that, favoured by the
obscurity, she gave Waverley a parting smile and nod of significance
ere she vanished in the dark glen.
The young Highlander was repeatedly despatched by his comrades as if to
collect intelligence. At length, when he had returned for the third or
fourth time, the whole party arose and made signs to our hero to
accompany them. Before his departure, however, he shook hands with old
Janet, who had been so sedulous in his behalf, and added substantial
marks of his gratitude for her attendance.
'God bless you! God prosper you, Captain Waverley!' said Janet, in good
Lowland Scotch, though he had never hithero heard her utter a syllable,
save in Gaelic. But the impatience of his attendants prohibited his
asking any explanation.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
A NOCTURNAL ADVENTURE
There was a moment's pause when the whole party had got out of the hut;
and the Highlander who assumed the command, and who, in Waverley's
awakened recollection, seemed to be the same tall figure who had acted
as Donald Bean Lean's lieutenant, by whispers and signs imposed the
strictest silence. He delivered to Edward a sword and steel pistol,
and, pointing up the track, laid his hand on the hilt of his own
claymore, as if to make him sensible they might have occasion to use
force to make good their passage. He then placed himself at the head of
the party, who moved up the pathway in single or Indian file, Waverley
being placed nearest to their leader. He moved with great precaution,
as if to avoid giving any alarm, and halted as soon as he came to the
verge of the ascent. Waverley was soon sensible of the reason, for he
heard at no great distance an English sentinel call out 'All's well.'
The heavy sound sunk on the night-wind down the woody glen, and was
answered by the echoes of its banks. A second, third, and fourth time
the signal was repeated fainter and fainter, as if at a greater and
greater distance. It was obvious that a party of soldiers were near,
and upon their guard, though not sufficiently so to detect men skilful
in every art of predatory warfare, like those with whom he now watched
their ineffectual precautions.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account