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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I thought I knew your voice! You Carlisle What are you doing here?" "I'm about my business," rejoined that young officer curtly. "I've been on your trail." "Well, you've found me," said Dunwody grimly. "You may wish you hadn't." The Northerner was not in the least subdued, and remained fearless as before. "That's fine talk!" he said. "Why haven't we a right here?
Of wealth and distinction, yes, she has traveled in this country merely for divertisement but the Countess St. Auban, yes, she pauses now with the cooper, Hector Fournier! Does one find such beauty, such distinction, such gentleness, such kindness, such courteousness elsewhere than among the nobility?" "When did she come?" demanded Dunwody quietly.
He thrust a hand into a pocket where supplies seemed to have grown scarce. There is small mercy in a game of poker hard played, but at least one of his opponents caught some such signal of distress. Dunwody looked up from his own last hand. "Don't leave us just yet, friend," he said. "You may draw on me for all you like, if you care to continue. We shall see that you get a ticket back home.
I say deliberately that, when these armed invaders come to cross this state with purposes such as that, there is full process of law under which they can be turned back. For instance, you, Colonel Dunwody, are a United States marshal. I've the honor to represent the Judiciary of this state. We haven't time now to put the matter in the hands of the courts or of the legislature. But it seems to me "
"Do you lack courage, sir, to say that he has quit-claimed me to you? Am I still a prisoner? Are you to be my new jailer? By what right, then?" Dunwody had not gathered all the story of this woman and her earlier guardian; more than she herself could guess what had been Carlisle's motive or plan in leaving her to her own devices.
The interior of the coach seemed to him more fittingly reserved for this lady and himself. None the less, the Honorable William had abated none of his native curiosity. It was his head which presently intruded at the coach window. "Ah, ha!" exclaimed he. "What? Again? This time there is no concealment, Dunwody! Come, confess!"
In short, duty or no duty, he was resolved to end the role of jailer and prisoner, for sake of the prisoner herself. Let others attempt the unpleasant task if they liked. Let others condemn if they liked. He, Carlisle, could be jailer no longer. Yet he deliberated well the risk he ran. "It would be ruin to me if this were known, Senator Dunwody, and of that you are perfectly aware."
Along the level of the water's surface came some glints from the eastern sky. The horizon paled slightly. At last a haggard dawn came to light the scene. The shadows of the willow flat opened, and there lay exposed what now was a coast possessed by embattled forces. "Captain," began Dunwody at last, turning to the commander of the boat forces. "We will be leaving before long.
"Good, Lieutenant Kammerer, I knew you'd stick," commented the leader. "As to the boat, Judge Clayton," resumed Dunwody, "what shall we do with her?" "Burned boats tell no tales," here called out young Yates sententiously. "You hear," said Dunwody. "My men are not children." "It's piracy, that's all," rejoined the young leader, "Not in the least, sir," broke in Judge Clayton.
Then, each man looking to his own weapons, they came together under the cover of the willows. Dunwody again addressed them. "We must slip across there, seventy or eighty yards or so, and get under the side of her before they know we're here," he said in low tones. "Let no one fire a shot until I order it. If there's going to be any shooting, be sure and let them begin it.
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