Cap immediately availed herself of the permission, and went out to look for her servant and horses.
But Jem, the first moment he had found himself unwatched, had put out as fast as he could fly to Hurricane Hall, to inform Major Warfield of what had occurred.
And Capitola, after losing a great deal of time in looking for him, mounted her horse and was just about to start, when who should ride up in hot haste but Old Hurricane, attended by Wool.
"Stop there!" he shouted, as he saw Cap.
She obeyed, and he sprang from his horse with the agility of youth, and helped her to descend from hers.
Then drawing her arm within his own, he led her into the parlor, and, putting an unusual restraint upon himself, he ordered her to tell him all about the affair.
Cap sat down and gave him the whole history from beginning to end.
Old Hurricane could not sit still to hear. He strode up and down the room, striking his stick upon the floor, and uttering inarticulate sounds of rage and defiance.
When Cap had finished her story he suddenly stopped before her, brought down the point of his stick with a resounding thump upon the floor and exclaimed:
"Demmy, you New York newsboy! Will you never be a woman? Why the demon didn"t you tell me, sirrah? I would have called the fellow out and chastised him to your heart"s content! Hang it, miss, answer me and say!"
"Because you are on the invalid list and I am in sound condition and capable of taking my own part!" said Cap.
"Then, answer me this, while you were taking your own part, why the foul fiend didn"t you pepper him with something sharper than dried peas?"
"I think he is quite as severely punished in suffering from extreme terror and intense mortification and public ridicule," said Cap.
"And now, uncle, I have not eaten a single blessed mouthful this morning, and I am hungry enough to eat up Gyp, or to satisfy Patty."
Old Hurricane, permitting his excitement to subside in a few expiring grunts, rang the bell and gave orders for breakfast to be served.
And after that meal was over he set out with his niece for Hurricane Hall.
And upon arriving at home he addressed a letter to Mr. Le Noir, to the effect that as soon as the latter should have recovered from the effect of his fright and mortification, he, Major Warfield, should demand and expect satisfaction.
CHAPTER XVIII.
BLACK DONALD"S LAST ATTEMPT.
Who can express the horror of that night, When darkness lent his robes to monster fear?
And heaven"s black mantle, banishing the light, Made everything in fearful form appear.
--BRANDON.
Let it not be supposed that Black Donald had forgotten his promise to Colonel Le Noir, or was indifferent to its performance.
But many perilous failures had taught him caution.
He had watched and waylaid Capitola in her rides. But the girl seemed to bear a charmed safety; for never once had he caught sight of her except in company with her groom and with Craven Le Noir. And very soon by eavesdropping on these occasions, he learned the secret design of the son to forestall the father, and run off with the heiress.
And as Black Donald did not foresee what success Craven Le Noir might have with Capitola, he felt the more urgent necessity for prompt action on his own part.
He might, indeed, have brought his men and attacked and overcome Capitola"s attendants, in open day; but the enterprise must needs have been attended with great bloodshed and loss of life, which would have made a sensation in the neighborhood that Black Donald, in the present state of his fortunes, was by no means ambitious of daring.
In a word, had such an act of unparalleled violence been attempted, the better it succeeded the greater would have been the indignation of the people, and the whole country would probably have risen and armed themselves and hunted the outlaws, as so many wild beasts, with horses and hounds.
Therefore, Black Donald preferred quietly to abduct his victim, so as to leave no trace of her "taking off," but to allow it to be supposed that she had eloped.
He resolved to undertake this adventure alone, though to himself personally this plan was even more dangerous than the other.
He determined to gain access to her chamber, secrete himself anywhere in the room (except under the bed, where his instincts informed him that Capitola every night looked), and when the household should be buried in repose, steal out upon her, overpower, gag and carry her off, in the silence of the night, leaving no trace of his own presence behind.
By means of one of his men, who went about unsuspected among the negroes, buying up mats and baskets, that the latter were in the habit of making for sale, he learned that Capitola occupied the same remote chamber, in the oldest part of the house; but that a guest slept in the room next, and another in the one opposite hers. And that the house was besides full of visitors from the city, who had come down to spend the sporting season, and that they were hunting all day and carousing all night from one week"s end to another.
On hearing this, Black Donald quickly comprehended that it was no time to attempt the abduction of the maiden, with the least probability of success. All would be risked and most probably lost in the endeavor.
He resolved, therefore, to wait until the house should be clear of company, and the household fallen into their accustomed carelessness and monotony.
He had to wait much longer than he had reckoned upon--through October and through November, when he first heard of and laughed over Cap"s "duel" with Craven Le Noir, and congratulated himself upon the fact that that rival was no longer to be feared. He had also to wait through two-thirds of the month of December, because a party had come down to enjoy a short season of fox-hunting. They went away just before Christmas.
And then at last came Black Donald"s opportunity! And a fine opportunity it was! Had Satan himself engaged to furnish him with one to order, it could not have been better!
The reader must know that throughout Virginia the Christmas week, from the day after Christmas until the day after New-year, is the negroes"
saturnalia! There are usually eight days of incessant dancing, feasting and frolicking from quarter to quarter, and from barn to barn. Then the banjo, the fiddle and the "bones" are heard from morning until night, and from night until morning.
And nowhere was this annual octave of festivity held more sacred than at Hurricane Hall. It was the will of Major Warfield that they should have their full satisfaction out of their seven days" carnival. He usually gave a dinner party on Christmas day, after which his people were free until the third of January.
"Demmy, mum!" he would say to Mrs. Condiment, "they wait on us fifty-one weeks in the year, and it"s hard if we can"t wait on ourselves the fifty-second!"
Small thanks to Old Hurricane for his self-denial! He did nothing for himself or others, and Mrs. Condiment and Capitola had a hot time of it in serving him. Mrs. Condiment had to do all the cooking and housework.
And Cap had to perform most of the duties of Major Warfield"s valet.
And that was the way in which Old Hurricane waited on himself.
It happened, therefore, that about the middle of the Christmas week, being Wednesday, the twenty-eighth of December, all the house-servants and farm laborers from Hurricane. Hall went off in a body to a banjo break-down given at a farm five miles across the country.
And Major Warfield, Mrs. Condiment and Capitola were the only living beings left in the old house that night.
Black Donald, who had been prowling about the premises evening after evening, watching his opportunity to effect his nefarious object, soon discovered the outward bound stampede of the negroes, and the unprotected state in which the old house, for that night only, would be left. And he determined to take advantage of the circ.u.mstance to consummate his wicked purpose.
In its then defenceless condition he could easily have mustered his force and carried off his prize without immediate personal risk. But, as we said before, he eschewed violence, as being likely to provoke after effects of a too fatal character.
He resolved rather at once to risk his own personal safety in the quieter plan of abduction which he had formed.
He determined that as soon as it should be dark he would watch his opportunity to enter the house, steal to Cap"s chamber, secrete himself in a closet, and when all should be quiet, "in the dead waste and middle of the night," he would come out, master her, stop her mouth and carry her off.