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He seemed to calm abruptly after this, put up his pistol, and resumed the wicked leer. "What would you have?" at last asked Arthur, mildly and with no trace of anger in his voice. Rawbon turned to him with a searching glance, and, after a pause, said: "Terms." "What?" "I want to make terms with you." "About what?" "About this whole affair." "Well. Go on."
Courtenay turned sharply. "Good," he said. "But no it's too far to throw them." "I think I could just about fetch it, sir," said the man. "All right," said Courtenay. "Try it while I get some men together." "Here y' are, chum," said the man, "you light 'em an' I'll chuck 'em. This way for the milky coco-nuts!" Rawbon watched curiously.
Rawbon had been prowling about the manor house during the day, in the hope of obtaining some clue to the intentions of the inmates, and observing a mulatto boy engaged in arranging the boat for present use, he walked carelessly along the bank to the old boat-house, and, by a few adroit questions, ascertained that "Missis and the two gen'lmen gwine to take a sail this arternoon."
"Ain't I worried about it as much as you?" answered Rawbon. "Can't you understand it's all a mistake?" "Well, now, you go and apologize to Miss Weems and fix matters, d'ye hear?" "But what can we do?" "Do? Undo what you've done, and show her back into the boat." "But the two abo" "Damn them and you along with 'em! Come, boys, don't let's keep the lady waiting thar."
They've none to spare for such as you now don't look savage I mean they won't buy men that hain't seen service, and you can't expect them to. I told you all about that before, and it's time you had your mind made up." "What proofs of good faith can you give me?" Rawbon thrust his hand into his bosom and drew out a roll of parchment. "This commission, under Gen.
However, he had no sooner laid eyes upon Seth Rawbon than, with a yell of fear, he sprang with a powerful leap through the doorway, leaving his blanket in the hands of those who sought to grasp him. "That's my nigger Jim!" cried Rawbon, discharging his revolver at the dusky form as it ran like a deer into the shadow of the woods.
"Then answer that!" yelled Rawbon, levelling and shooting with a rapid movement. But Wayne's quiet eye had been riveted upon him all the while, and he had thrown up the ruffian's arm as he pulled the trigger. Beverly's eyes flashed like live coals, and he sprang at Rawbon's throat, but the crowd pressed between them, and for a while the utmost confusion prevailed, but no blows were struck.
"A high explosive broke that in this morning, and it can't be repaired properly till dark. You go first and wait the other side for me. Now jump lively!" Rawbon took one quick jumping stride to the middle of the gap, and another and very much quicker one beyond it, as a bullet smacked venomously into the broken side of the trench.
Now mark you," and he raised his finger threateningly, "I won't be so meek with him as I've been with you." The girl shuddered slightly, but recovering, walked forward with a step so stately and commanding, that Rawbon, bold and angry as he was, involuntarily made way for her, and she sprang up the steps of the veranda and passed into the hall.
Another threw a spurt of mud at Courtenay's heels as he made the rush. "A sniper watches the gap and pots at anyone passing," he explained to Rawbon. "It's fairly safe, because at the range he's firing a bullet takes just a shade longer to reach here than you take to run across. But it doesn't do to walk." "No," said Rawbon, "and going back somehow I don't think I will walk.
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