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"I was out alone in our garden, trimming the shrubs, when the maid-servant came and told me there was a foreign lady in a carriage at the door who desired to say a word to Mrs. Van Brandt. I sent the maid on before to show her into the sitting-room, and I followed to receive my visitor as soon as I had made myself tidy.
But the landlady here is not a very scrupulous person. She told me she looked at the poor creature's linen while it was drying by the fire. The name marked on it was, 'Van Brandt." "Van Brandt?" I repeated. "That sounds like a Dutch name. And yet you say she spoke like an Englishwoman. Perhaps she was born in England."
If she has any to spare, it's as likely as not to be wasted on her good-for-nothing husband." Absorbed in the higher and dearer interests that filled my mind, I had thus far forgotten the very existence of Mr. Van Brandt. "Where is he?" I asked. "Where he ought to be," was the answer. "In prison for debt." In those days a man imprisoned for debt was not infrequently a man imprisoned for life.
We have no valuables," said Will, speaking low. Helen stared at the little man. She was speechless with terror. It flashed into her mind as soon as she recognized the red, evil face of the sailor, that he was the accomplice upon whom Brandt had told Metzar he could rely. "Shut up! It's not ye I want, nor valuables, but this wench," growled Case.
I can pluck him to-night like a winged pa'tridge;" but he too fired almost as quickly as his companion. "You only used five ca'tridges in that little game, my friend," said Brandt. "Nonsense! I fired so quick you couldn't count 'em." "Now see here, Bute," resumed Brandt, in an aggrieved tone, "you've got to play fair with me.
The suspicion of the man and of his motives which I naturally felt produced no hesitation in my mind as to the course which I had determined to pursue. On the contrary, I rejoiced that my way to an interview with Mrs. Van Brandt was smoothed, no matter with what motives, by Mr. Van Brandt himself. I waited at home until noon, and then I could wait no longer.
She had never forgotten the strange, unreadable, yet threatening, expression which Brandt had worn the day she had refused to walk with him. Meanwhile the party made rapid progress through the forest. Not a word was spoken, nor did any noise of rustling leaves or crackling twigs follow their footsteps.
Brandt leaned over towards her. "Is this carriage a 'worldly' indulgence, Mrs. Masters?" Diana started. "I don't know," she said. "Ah," said the other, laughing at her startled face, "I am glad to see that even you may have a doubt on that subject. You cannot blame less etherealized persons, like my wife and me, if we go on contentedly, with no doubts." "But you mistake me," said Diana.
"We know what to expect," said Brandt in calmer tone as the daring cast of countenance returned to him. "There's an Indian for you! He got away, doubled like an old fox on his trail, and ran in here to give us a chance at escape. Now you know why Bing Legget can't be caught." "Let's dig at once," replied Metzar, with no show of returning courage such as characterized his companion.
"We left at an early hour on the next morning. It was frightfully cold. Half way to Miednicki we had to stop at a bivouac. On the road we saw many cadavers." Von Brandt here describes the fatal effects of cold and his description, though less complete, corresponds with the descriptions given by Beaupre, von Scherer, and others.
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