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Black Donald, they call you! But, Donald, you have never yet stained your soul with a crime as black as that which you think of perpetrating to-night!" "It must be one o'clock, and I'm tired," replied the outlaw, with a yawn. "All your former acts," continued Capitola, in the same voice of awful calmness, "have been those of a bold, bad man. This act would be that of a base one!"
"I don't care if I do," she said, riding to the edge of the path, drawing rein and looking down as if to examine the ground. "Come, little beauty, must I help you off?" asked the stranger. "N-n-no," answered Capitola, with deliberate hesitation; "no, this is not a good place to sit down and talk; it's all full of brambles." "Very well; shall we go on a little further?"
Finally, she filled a goblet with the rich compound and handed it to her uncanny guest. Black Donald untied his neck cloth, threw it upon the floor and sipped his egg-nog, all the while looking over the top of the glass at Capitola. "Miss Black," he said, "it must be past twelve o'clock." "I suppose it is," said Cap. "Then it must be long past your usual hour of retiring."
It went down, down, down, down into the darkness, until far below it glimmered out of sight. Then with an awful shudder Capitola pulled up and fastened the trap-door, laid down the rug and said her prayers and went to bed by the firelight, with little Pitapat sleeping on a pallet.
Condiment swooned and fell to the floor; the poor negroes, men and maids, were struck dumb and motionless with consternation; Capitola gazed for one lost moment in admiration and curiosity; in the meantime Black Donald quickly resumed his disguises, took up his pack and walked out of the room.
Capitola hurried to her own room to take off her bonnet and shawl. Pitapat, before attending her young mistress, lingered below to astonish the housemaids with accounts of "Brack Donel, dress up like an ole parson, an' 'ceiving everybody, even ole Marse!" Mrs.
Capitola struggled so fiercely to free herself that Craven had enough to do to hold her, and so was not aware of a ringing footstep coming up the aisle, until a stunning blow dealt from a strong arm covered his face with blood and stretched him out at Capitola's feet.
While Demon Dick growled forth: "How the foul fiend did you get out?" And the anxious faces of all the other men silently repeated the question. "Not by any help of yours, boys! But don't think I reproach you, lads! Well I know that you could do nothing on earth to save me! No one on earth could have helped me except the one who really freed me Capitola!"
I declare no one could tell you from me!" exclaimed Capitola in delight, as she completed the disguise and the instructions of Clara. Then Capitola dressed herself in Clara's deep mourning robes.
"I say that I have forestalled an arrest by coming here to give myself up for the shooting of a dastard who slandered, insulted and refused to give me satisfaction," answered Capitola, very distinctly. "Am I awake? Do I hear aright? Do you mean to say that you have killed a man?" asked the dismayed magistrate. "Oh, I can't say as to the killing! I shot him off his horse and then sent Mr.
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