how can I take an advantage of your generosity, and leave you here in such extreme peril? Capitola, I cannot do it!"
"Well, then, I believe, you must be anxious to marry Craven Le Noir!"
"Oh, Capitola!"
"Well, if you are not, hurry and get ready; there is no time to be lost!"
"But you! but you, my generous friend!"
"Never mind me. I shall be safe enough! I am not afraid of the Le Noirs. Bless their wigs; I should like to see them make me blanch. On the contrary, I desire above all things to be pitted against these two!
How I shall enjoy their disappointment and rage! Oh, it will be a rare frolic!"
While Capitola was speaking she was also busily engaged doing. She went softly to the door and turned the key in the lock, to prevent any one from looking through the keyhole, murmuring as she did it:
"I wasn"t brought up among the detective policemen for nothing!"
Then she began to take off her riding-habit. Quickly she dressed Clara, superintending all the details of her disguise as carefully as though she were the costumer of a new debutante. When Clara was dressed she was so nearly of the same size and shape of Capitola that from behind no one would have suspected her ident.i.ty.
"There, Clara! tuck your light hair out of the way; pull your cap over your eyes; gather your veil down close; draw up your figure; throw back your head; walk with a little springy sway and swagger, as if you didn"t care a damson for anybody, and--there! I declare no one could tell you from me!" exclaimed Capitola in delight, as she completed the disguise and the instructions of Clara.
Then Capitola dressed herself in Clara"s deep mourning robes. And then the two girls sat down to compose themselves for a few minutes, while Capitola gave new and particular directions for Clara"s course and conduct, so as to insure as far as human foresight could do it, the safe termination of her perilous adventure. By the time they had ended their talk the hall clock struck twelve.
"There! it is full time you should be off! Be calm, be cool, be firm, and G.o.d bless you, Clara! Dear girl! if I were only a young man I would deliver you by the strength of my own arms, without subjecting you to inconvenience or danger!" said Cap, gallantly, as she led Clara to the chamber door and carefully gathered her thick veil in close folds over her face, so as entirely to conceal it.
"Oh, may the Lord in heaven bless and preserve and reward you, my brave, my n.o.ble, my heroic Capitola!" said Clara, fervently, with the tears rushing to her eyes.
"Bosh!" said Cap. "If you go doing the sentimental you won"t look like me a bit, and that will spoil all. There! keep your veil close, for it"s windy, you know; throw back your head and fling yourself along with a swagger, as if you didn"t care, ahem! for anybody, and--there you are!" said Cap, pushing Clara out and shutting the door behind her.
Clara paused an instant to offer up one short, fervent prayer for her success and Capitola"s safety, and then following her instructions, went on.
Nearly all girls are clever imitators, and Clara readily adopted Capitola"s light, springy, swaying walk, and met old Dorcas Knight in the hall, without exciting the slightest suspicion of her ident.i.ty.
"Humph!" said the woman; "so you are going! I advise you not to come back again!"
Clara threw up her head with a swagger, and went on.
"Very well, you may scorn my words, but if you know your own good you"ll follow my advice!" said Dorcas Knight, harshly.
Clara flung up her head and pa.s.sed out.
Before the door Wool was waiting with the horses. Keeping her face closely m.u.f.fled, Clara went to Capitola"s pony. Wool came and helped her into the saddle, saying:
"Yer does right, Miss Cap, to keep your face kivered; it"s awful windy, ain"t it, though? I kin scarcely keep the har from blowing offen my head."
With an impatient jerk after the manner of Capitola, Clara signified that she did not wish to converse. Wool dropped obediently behind, mounted his horse and followed at a respectful distance until Clara turned her horse"s head and took the bridle-path toward Tip Top. This move filled poor Wool with dismay. Riding toward her, he exclaimed:
""Deed, Miss Cap, yer mus" scuse me for speakin" now! Whar de muschief is yer a-goin" to?"
For all answer Clara, feigning the temper of Capitola, suddenly wheeled her horse, elevated her riding whip and galloped upon Wool in a threatening manner.
Wool dodged and backed his horse with all possible expedition, exclaiming in consternation:
"Dar! dar! Miss Cap, I won"t go for to ax you any more questions--no--not if yer rides straight to Old Nick or Black Donald!"
Whereupon, receiving this apology in good part, Clara again turned her horse"s head and rode on her way.
Wool followed, bemoaning the destiny that kept him between the two fierce fires of his old master"s despotism and his young mistress"s caprice, and muttering:
"I know old ma.r.s.e and dis young gal am goin" to be the death of me! I knows it jes" as well as nuffin at all! I "clare to man, if it ain"t nuf to make anybody go heave themselves right into a grist mill and be ground up at once."
Wool spoke no more until they got to Tip Top, when Clara still closely veiled, rode up to the stage office just as the coach, half filled with pa.s.sengers, was about to start. Springing from her horse, she went up to Wool and said:
"Here, man, take this horse back to Hurricane Hall! Tell Major Warfield that Miss Black remains at the Hidden House in imminent danger! Ask him to ride there and bring her home! Tell Miss Black when you see her that I reached Tip Top safe and in time to take the coach. Tell her I will never cease to be grateful! And now, here is a half eagle for your trouble! Good-by, and G.o.d bless you!" And she put the piece in his hand and took her place in the coach, which immediately started.
As for Wool! From the time that Clara had thrown aside her veil and began to speak to him he had stood staring and staring--his consternation growing and growing--until it had seemed to have turned him into stone--from which state of petrefaction he did not recover until he saw the stage coach roll rapidly away, carrying off--whom?--Capitola, Clara or the evil one?--Wool could not have told which! He presently astounded the people about the stage office by leaving his horses and taking to his heels after the stage coach, vociferating:
"Murder! murder! help! help! stop thief! stop thief! stop the coach!
stop the coach!"
"What is the matter, man?" said a constable, trying to head him.
But Wool incontinently ran over that officer, throwing him down and keeping on his headlong course, hat off, coat-tail streaming and legs and arms flying like the sails of a windmill, as he tried to overtake the coach, crying:
"Help! murder! head the horses! Stop the coach! Old ma.r.s.e told me not to lose sight of her! Oh, for hebben"s sake, good people, stop the coach!"
When he got to a gate, instead of taking time to open it, he rolled himself somersault-like right over it! When he met man or woman, instead of turning from his straight course, he knocked them over and pa.s.sed on, garments flying and legs and arms circulating with the velocity of a wheel.
The people whom he had successively met and overthrown in his course, picking themselves up and getting into the village, reported that there was a furious madman broke loose, who attacked every one he met.
And soon every man and boy in the village who could mount a horse started in pursuit. Only race horses would have beaten the speed with which Wool ran, urged on by fear. It was nine miles on the turnpike road from Tip Top that the hors.e.m.e.n overtook and surrounded Wool, who, seeing himself hopelessly environed, fell down upon the ground and rolled and kicked, swearing that he would not be taken alive to have his eyelids cut off!
It was not until after a desperate resistance that he was finally taken, bound, put in a wagon and carried back to the village, where he was recognized as Major Warfield"s man and a messenger was despatched for his master.
And not until he had been repeatedly a.s.sured that no harm should befall him did Wool gain composure enough to say, amid tears of cruel grief and fear:
"Oh, ma.r.s.ers! my young missus, Miss Black, done been captured and bewitched and turned into somebody else, right afore my own two looking eyes and gone off in dat coach! "deed she is! and ole ma.r.s.e kill me!
"deed he will, gemmen! He went and ordered me not to take my eyes offen her, and no more I didn"t! But what good that do, when she turned to somebody else, and went off right afore my two looking eyes? But ole ma.r.s.e won"t listen to reason. He kill me, I know he will!" whimpered Wool, refusing to be comforted.
CHAPTER X.
CAP IN CAPTIVITY.
I lingered here and rescue planned For Clara and for me.
--Scott.