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"And turned himself out of his only shelter to give me a roof and covering," she continued mechanically, struggling with the new and horrible fancy that his words awakened. "And thlept every night at Indian Thpring to save your reputation," said Curson. "Of courthe." Teresa turned very white. Curson was prepared for an outburst of fury perhaps even another attack.
"That's so he is an old friend" she gave a quick, imploring glance at Curson "an old friend who came to help me away he is very kind," she stammered, turning alternately from the one to the other; "but I told him there was no hurry at least to-day that you were very good too, and would hide me a little longer until your plan you know your plan," she added, with a look of beseeching significance to Low "could be tried."
Could it be Curson again, with a word of warning? No! she knew it was not he; so subtle had her sense become that she even fancied that she detected in the invisible aura projected by the unknown no significance or relation to herself or Low, and felt no fear. Nevertheless she deemed it wisest to seek the protection of her sylvan bower, and hurried swiftly thither.
Thettle that with her when you go back," continued Curson philosophically. "We can talk of that on the way. The thing now ith to get up and get out of thethe woods. Come!" Teresa's only reply was a gesture of scorn. "I know all that," continued Curson half soothingly, "but they're waiting." "Let them wait. I shall not go." "What will you do?" "Stay here till the wolves eat me." "Teresa, listen.
"I thee nothing," said Curson, beginning to doubt Low's sanity; "nothing more than I thaw an hour ago." "Look again. Don't you see that smoke rising straight up? It isn't blown over there from the Divide; it's new smoke! The fire is in the woods!" "I reckon that'th so," muttered Curson, shading his eyes with his hand. "But, hullo! wait a minute! We'll get hortheth.
Major Wells brought from below upstairs. Received from Mr. Curson per Mr. Amiel four guineas, six bottles of wine, and one lb tobacco. Mr. Pintard carried list of prisoners and account of grievances to the General Capt. Chatham and others carried to dungeon. Yesterday a number of soldiers were sent below, and several prisoners brought out of dungeon.
Something like a smile of disdain passed across his face as he answered, "It's nothing. They will not return. Get up!" Even in her terror she saw the change in his face. "I know, I know!" she cried. "I'm frightened but I cannot bear it any longer. Hear me! Listen! Listen but don't move! I didn't mean to kill Curson no! I swear to God, no! I didn't mean to kill the sheriff and I didn't.
"Of courthe. It wathn't mine, my boy. I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible. But, I thay! what'th up? You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand. "Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing. Only I must be back to the woods early. Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
Never mind the water," he added faintly, with a forced laugh, after he had taken a draught at the strong spirit. "Tell me more about the other water the Sleeping Water, you know. How do you know all this about him and his father?" "Partly from him and partly from Curson, who wrote to me about him," she answered, with some hesitation.
They drove away through quiet, quaint Chester, "rare old city of Chester," with its wonderful walls, its curious old streets looking like set scenes in a theatre to American eyes glimpses of the peaceful Dee, glimpses of Curson Park, with its stately villas; away for miles over a country road, then Chesholm at three in the morning, silent and asleep.
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