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Updated: June 20, 2025
Months passed the war was over peace was proclaimed, and still the young ensign, an invalid, unable to travel, lingered at Luckenough. Regularly he received his pay; twice he received an extension of leave of absence; and all through the instrumentality of Thorg. Yet all this filled Edith with the greatest uneasiness and foreboding ungrateful, incomprehensible, yet impossible to be delivered from.
General Ross, you are aware, was killed in the battle of Baltimore." "God have mercy on poor Edith! How long has it been since, this happened, my dear girl?" "When they reached Toronto, in Canada West, the regiment commanded by Thorg was about to sail for England. On its arrival at York, in England, a court-martial was formed, and Michael was brought to trial.
If among the marauding band of licensed pirates and assassins there was one name more dreaded, more loathed and accursed than the rest, it was that of the brutal and ferocious Thorg the frequent leader of foraging parties, the unsparing destroyer of womanhood, infancy and age, the jackal and purveyor of Admiral Cockburn.
He is a British officer." "He is my deliverer! When Thorg set his men on me to hunt me, he cast himself before me, and kept them at bay until you came!" "Mutinied!" exclaimed Cloudesley, in astonishment, and a sort of horror. "Yes, I suppose it was mutiny," said the young ensign, speaking for the first time and blushing as he withdrew his arm from Edith's waist. "Whe-ew! here's a go!"
Fox-hunting is a good thing, but girl-chasing must be the very h l of sport, when I tell you mind, I tell you, men she shall be the exclusive prize of him who catches her!" swore the remorseless Thorg. Edith had gained the back door. They started in pursuit.
Cloudesley was still on horseback he had caught up an ax that lay carelessly upon the lawn, and now he rushed upon Thorg from behind. He had no scruple in taking this advantage of the enemy no scruple with an unscrupulous monster an outlawed wretch a wild beast to be destroyed, when and where and how it was possible!
Edith suddenly raised the pistol an expression of deadly determination upon her face. Thorg as suddenly fell back. He was an abominable coward in addition to his other qualities. "Seize that girl! Seize and disarm her! What mean you, rascals? Are you to be foiled by a girl? Seize and disarm her, I say! Are you men?"
"Ha! ha! ha! as pretty a little make-believe as ever I saw!" laughed the brutal Thorg, now perfectly at his ease, and gloating over her beauty, and helplessness, and, deadly terror. "As pretty a little sham as ever I saw!" "It was no sham! She couldn't sham! I drawed out the shot unbeknownst to her!
This for Edith!" shouted Cloudesley, raining his strokes right and left, but never at random. He fought his way through to the miscreant Thorg. Thorg was still on foot, armed with a sword, and laying about him savagely among the crowd of foes that had surrounded him.
All that the cellars and storehouses of Luckenough contain is at your disposal. You will leave myself and attendants unmolested. I have not trusted in the honor of British soldiers to my own destruction!" "A pretty speech, my dear, and prettily spoken but not half so persuasive as the sweet wench that uttered it," said Thorg, springing toward her.
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