Tales from Many Sources - Vol. V by Various
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page 88 of 272 (32%)
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"We have yet a mile of safety," said Betty kindly "--a whole mile, Mary;
and going at this pace, we need not prepare our terrors for another hour." "Heaven grant that the moon may be up," cried Barnes. "Sir," said Betty slowly, "I imagine that you carry arms?" "I am not unarmed," he answered hastily, "I have pistols and a sword." "I should have them in readiness, as I myself intend to do," said Betty, and she drew out a tiny silver-mounted pistol. "See, it is prepared for use. My father is a clergyman and must eschew firearms; Mary Jones is a woman--" "Aye, a true woman, a frail woman," whined the poor lady. "But," continued Betty, "the guard is armed, so are we; we have still a mile to go. Ha!" her voice ended abruptly. There was a crashing sound, a shot, a shout, a confused sense as if the whole coach were falling to the ground. The door was torn open. Before Betty could even raise the deadly little weapon she carried, it was seized from her hand--the whole party were dragged out of the carriage--they found themselves surrounded by armed men. There was a violent struggle, fighting and disorder, loud oaths from the coachman, appalling shrieks from Mary Jones. Some one opened a lantern and allowed its red glare to fall on the scared prisoners and on the black masks of their captors. The man who was evidently the leader of the party was holding Betty's two hands in one of his in a grasp which she imagined to be gentle until |
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