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The priest and Ethel both stood where they had encountered Girasole, and the ropes fell from the robbers' hands at the new interruption. The grave with its mound was only a few feet away. Girasole had a pistol in his left hand and a sword in his right. He sheathed his sword and drew another pistol, keeping his eyes fixed steadily all the while upon his victims.
Minnie's head was resting on her sister's shoulder, and she was fast asleep, while Mrs. Willoughby sat motionless, with her face turned toward him, and such an expression in her dark eyes that Girasole felt awed. He turned in silence and went away. The departure of the drivers with their horses had increased the difficulties of the party, and had added to their danger.
Minnie's expression also was most touching. The fact that she had no chair to sit on seemed to absolutely overwhelm her. The look that she gave Girasole was so piteous, so reproachful, so heart-rending, that his soul actually quaked, and a thrill of remorse passed all through his frame. He felt a cold chill running to the very marrow of his bones.
This was his thought. He knew that she, together with the priest, was in the hands of four of the brigands, who were commanded to keep their prisoners safe at the peril of their lives. Where they were he did not know, nor could he tell whether she was near or at a distance. Girasole had led them away. He determined to look out and watch.
All her efforts, however, were as vain as those of her friends. Minnie could not be induced to take any decided stand. She insisted on seeing him whenever he called, on the ground that it would be unkind not to. "And will you insist on seeing Girasole also?" asked Mrs. Willoughby. "I don't know. I'm awfully sorry for him," said Minnie. "Well, then, Captain Kirby will be here next.
Willoughby exchanged glances of despair. Hawbury still looked on in surprise, while Minnie remained perfectly calm, perfectly self-possessed, and conversed with her usual simplicity. As the party thus rode on they met a horseman, who threw a rapid glance over all of them. It was Girasole. The ladies bowed, and Mrs.
To his amazement, he found the house deserted, its only inmate being that dead brigand whom Girasole had mistaken for Hawbury. This discovery filled the Baron with consternation. He had expected to find the prisoners here, and his dismay and grief were excessive.
"It's what?" asked Tozer, with still deeper and more anxious interest. "Why, it's it's Rufus K. Gunn." The brigands had resisted stubbornly, but finally found themselves without a leader. Girasole had disappeared; and as his voice no longer directed their movements, they began to fall into confusion.
And when we got up to the top I walked about, and Ethel sat down to admire the view. And, you know, I found myself off at a little distance, when suddenly I saw Count Girasole. And then, you know, he he proposed." Mrs. Willoughby sat silent for some time. "And what did you say to him?" she asked at length. "Why, what else could I say?" "What else than what?"
"Rufus K. Gunn; what a funny name! and what in the world is 'K' for?" "Oh, nothing. He says it is the fashion in his country to have some letter of the alphabet between one's names, and he chose 'K, because it was so awfully uncommon. Isn't it funny, Kitty darling?" "Oh dear!" sighed her sister; "and then there is that pertinacious Count Girasole.
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