"I don"t want it! I won"t touch it! The price of blood! It would burn my fingers!" said Cap.
"Oh, very well! A thousand dollars won"t go a-begging," said Old Hurricane.
"Uncle, it breaks my heart to think of Black Donald"s execution! It just does! It must be dreadful, this hanging! I have put my finger around my throat and squeezed it, to know how it feels, and it is awful. Even a little squeeze makes my head feel as if it would burst, and I have to let go! Oh, it is horrible to think of!"
"Well, Cap, it wasn"t intended to be as pleasant as tickling, you know.
I wish it was twenty times worse! It would serve him right, the villain! I wish it was lawful to break him on the wheel--I do!"
"Uncle, that is very wicked in you! I declare I won"t have it! I"ll write a pet.i.tion to the Governor to commute his sentence, and carry it all around the county myself!"
"You wouldn"t get a soul to sign it to save your life, much less his."
"I"ll go to the Governor myself, and beg him to pardon Donald Bayne!"
"Ha! ha! ha! the Governor would not do it to save all our lives, and if he were to do such an outrageous thing he might whistle for his reelection!"
"I declare, Donald Bayne shall not be hanged--and so there!" said Cap, pa.s.sionately.
"Whe-ew! You"ll deliver him by the strength of your arm, my little Donna Quixota."
"I"ll save him one way or another, now mind I tell you! He sinned more against me than against anybody else, and so I have the best right of anybody in the world to forgive him, and I do forgive him! And he shan"t be hanged I I say it!"
"You say it! Ha! ha! ha! Who are you, to turn aside the laws?"
"I, Capitola Black, say that Donald Bayne, not having deserved to be hanged, shall not be hanged! And in one way or another I"ll keep my word!"
And Cap did her best to keep it. The next morning she mounted Gyp and rode up to Tip Top, where she employed the village lawyer to draw up a pet.i.tion to the Governor for the commutation of Donald Bayne"s sentence. And then she rode all over the county to try to get signatures to the doc.u.ment. But all in vain. People of every age and condition too thoroughly feared and hated the famous outlaw, and too earnestly wished to be entirely and forever rid of him, to sign any pet.i.tion for a commutation of his sentence. If a pet.i.tion for his instant execution had been carried around it would have stood a much better chance of success.
Cap spent many days in her fruitless enterprise, but at last gave it up--but by no means in despair, for--
"I"ll save his life, yet! by one means or another! I can"t change clothes with him as I did with Clara; he"s too big, but one way or other I"ll save him," said Cap, to herself. She said it to no one else, for the more difficult the enterprise the more determined she was to succeed, and the more secretive she grew as to her measures.
In the mean time the outlaw, double-ironed, was confined in the condemned cell, the strongest portion of the county jail. All persons were strictly prohibited from visiting him, except certain of the clergy.
They did all they could to bring the outlaw to a sense of his condition, to prepare him to meet his fate and to induce him to make a confession and give up the retreat of his band.
And Donald listened to them with respect, acknowledged himself a great sinner, and knelt with them when they knelt to pray for him.
But he denied that he was guilty of the murders for which he had been doomed to die, and he utterly refused to give up his old companions, replying to the ministers in something like these words:
"Poor wretches! They are no more fit to die than I am, and a condemned cell, with the thought of the scaffold before him, are not exactly the most favorable circ.u.mstances under which a man might experience sincere repentance, my masters!"
And so, while the convict listened with docility to all that the ministers had to say, he steadily persisted in a.s.serting his own innocence of the crimes for which he was condemned, and in his refusal to deliver up his companions.
Meantime, Capitola, at Hurricane Hall, was doing all she could to discover or invent means to save the life of Black Donald. But still she said no more about it even to Old Hurricane.
One evening, while Cap was sitting by the fire with her thoughts busy with this subject, her uncle came in saying:
"Cap, I have got some curiosities to show you!"
"What are they?" said Cap, languidly.
"A set of burglar"s tools, supposed to belong to some member of Black Donald"s band! One of my negroes found them in the woods in the neighborhood of the Devil"s Punch Bowl! I wrote to the sheriff concerning them, and he requested me to take care of them until he should have occasion to call for them. Look! Did you ever see such things?" said Old Hurricane, setting down a canvas bag upon the table and turning out from it all sorts of strange looking instruments--tiny saws, files, punches, screws, picks, etc., etc., etc.
Cap looked at them with the most curious interest, while Old Hurricane explained their supposed uses.
"It must have been an instrument of this sort, Cap, that that blamed demon, Donald, gave to the imprisoned men to file their fetters off with!" he said, showing a thin file of tempered steel.
"That!" said Cap. "Hand it here! Let me see it!" And she examined it with the deepest interest.
"I wonder what they force locks with?" she inquired.
"Why, this, and this, and this!" said Old Hurricane, producing a burglar"s pick, saw and chisel.
Cap took them and scrutinized them so attentively that Old Hurricane burst out into a loud laugh, exclaiming:
"You"ll dream of house-breakers to-night, Cap!" and taking the tools, he put them all back in the little canvas bag, and put the bag up on a high shelf of the parlor closet.
The next morning, while Cap was arranging flowers on the parlor mantelpiece, Old Hurricane burst in upon her with his hands full of letters and newspapers, and his heart full of exultation--throwing up his hat and cutting an alarming caper for a man of his age, he exclaimed:
"Hurrah, Cap! Hurrah! Peace is at last proclaimed and our victorious troops are on their way home! It"s all in the newspapers, and here are letters from Herbert, dated from New Orleans! Here are letters for you, and here are some for me! I have not opened them yet! Hurrah, Cap!
Hurrah!"
"Hurrah, Uncle! Hurrah!" cried Cap, tossing up her flowers and rushing into his arms.
"Don"t squeeze me into an apoplexy, you little bear," said Old Hurricane, turning purple in the face, from the savage hug of Cap"s joyful arms. "Come along and sit down with me, at this table, and let us see what the letters have brought us."
They took their seats opposite each other at a small table, and Old Hurricane threw the whole mail between them, and began to pick out the letters.
"That"s for you, Cap. This is for me," he said, pitching out two in the handwriting of Herbert Greyson.
Cap opened hers and commenced reading. It was in fact Herbert"s first downright, practical proposal of marriage, in which he begged that their union might take place as soon as he should return, and that as he had written to his uncle by the same mail, upon another subject, which he did not wish to mix up with his own marriage, she would, upon a proper opportunity, let her uncle know of their plans.
"Upon my word, he takes my consent very coolly as a matter of course, and even forces upon me the disagreeable duty of asking myself of my own uncle! Who ever heard of such proceedings? If he were not coming home from the wars, I declare I should get angry; but I won"t get upon my dignity with Herbert--dear, darling, sweet Herbert. If it were anybody else, shouldn"t they know the difference between their liege lady and Tom Trotter? However, as it"s Herbert, here goes! Now, I suppose the best way to ask myself of uncle, for Herbert, will be just to hand him over this matter. The dear knows it isn"t so over and above affectionate that I should hesitate. Uncle," said Cap, pulling Old Hurricane"s coat sleeve.
"Don"t bother me, Cap," exclaimed Major Warfield, who sat there, holding a large, closely written doc.u.ment in his hand, with his great round eyes strained from their sockets, as they pa.s.sed along the lines with devouring interest.
"Well, I do declare! I do believe he has received a proposal of marriage himself," cried Cap, shooting much nearer the truth than she knew.
Old Hurricane did not hear her. Starting up with the doc.u.ment in his hand, he rushed from the room and went and shut himself up in his own study.
"I vow, some widow has offered to marry him," said Cap, to herself.
Old Hurricane did not come to dinner, nor to supper. But after supper, when Capitola"s wonder was at its climax, and while she was sitting by the little wood fire that that chilly evening required, Old Hurricane came in, looking very unlike himself, in an humble, confused, deprecating, yet happy manner, like one who had at once a mortifying confession to make, and a happy secret to tell.
"Cap," he said, trying to suppress a smile, and growing purple in the face.
--"Oh, yes! You"ve come to tell me, I suppose, that you"re going to put a step-aunt-in-law over my head, only you don"t know how to announce it," answered Capitola, little knowing how closely she had come to the truth; when, to her unbounded astonishment, Old Hurricane answered: