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The opportunity for which he had been watching and waiting had come, and issues more terrible than those of life and death hung upon the success of the enterprise. If he failed, if he was captured, he might expect the auction block, for Colonel Raybone always sold a servant that attempted to run away.
And the instructions of the tutor were not wasted upon him, though he often seemed to be asleep during the lessons. He listened and remembered; he pondered and reasoned. Dandy's mother was dead. She had been a house servant of Colonel Raybone. It was said that she had become refractory, and had been sold in New Orleans; but the son had only a faint remembrance of her.
"He lives down this way somewhere I don't exactly know where. The Isabel, I think, came down here one year; if so, I am afraid they will know the boat." "Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, who had been silently listening to this conversation. "Dey'll ketch us, for shore." "I'm not afraid of being caught; but Colonel Raybone almost always visits Mr. Lascelles in the month of May.
"I will keep my promise, Dandy, to the letter," said Colonel Raybone, as they bore him to the deck. "Here is some money, which you may want before long;" and he handed Dan a roll of bills. "Thank you, sir," replied he. "I hope we part friends." "Yes, Dandy; and if you ever want a friend, come to me."
The trunk of the decaying tree had been adapted to the purpose for which it was now used, and though Colonel Raybone was considered a liberal and humane master, the "dead oak" had been the scene of many a terrible tragedy.
I suppose Colonel Raybone has sent hunters in every direction for us, and has probably offered a reward." "Then we shall certainly be taken," answered Lily, with a shudder. "We will not be taken, Lily, whoever pursues us." "Hallo! In the boat there!" shouted a man of the pursuing party.
He was nearly exhausted; but so was Cyd, and he was afraid the latter would drop asleep if he left the boat in his care. While he sat by the tiller, dreaming of the future, and struggling to keep awake, he discovered a sail far to the southward of him. The sight roused him from his lethargy, for he had not seen any thing that looked like a vessel since the day he parted with Colonel Raybone.
The rifle was aimed at one of his legs, and the ball passed through the fleshy part of his thigh. Colonel Raybone, with a volley of curses, sank upon the deck of the Isabel, a stream of blood flowing from his wound. Dan dropped the rifle, and took one of the fowling pieces, ready to complete his work if the occasion should require.
The season most favorable for shooting had arrived, and Dandy was in expectation that Colonel Raybone would order the preparations to be made for his annual excursion, either to the rivers above, or the lakes below, in search of game. Upon this event was based his hope of making his escape.
Dandy was not dead, and Colonel Raybone ordered two of the house servants, who were present, to do every thing that his condition required. He and Archy then walked towards the house, gloomy and sad, both of them. Dandy, lacerated and bleeding, but still insensible, was conveyed to his chamber in the mansion house, by some of the servants.
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