"And have you the things in that cart?"
"Yes, Ma.r.s.e."
"Then hold on for a moment, and spread the mattress on the bottom of the cart for your young mistress to lie down upon and rest, while you and I have a little talk."
Joe promptly obeyed this order; and when the rude bed was ready, Lyon lifted Sybil from her seat and laid her upon it. The tired horses were then relieved from their saddles and turned loose for a while. And then Mr. Berners and Joe sat down by the roadside to consult.
"And first I want you to tell me, Joe, whether our sojourn at the Haunted Chapel ever was found out," said Mr. Berners.
"Lor, no, sir! it never were even suspicioned! quite contrary wise, indeed."
"How so?"
"Why, it was "ported "round as you was bofe at Marster Capping Pendulum"s all the time, which when himself was taxed with it, he never let on as you wasn"t there; quite contrary wise, as I said afore."
"But how now?"
"Well, he up and "fied "em all, and said his house was his ca.s.sil, which he would shelter any one he pleased, and specially a n.o.ble and injured lady."
"High heart! I thank him!" exclaimed Mr. Berners.
"Which "fiance you see, sir, confarmed everybody in the faith that you was bofe hid in his house, so artfully as even the sarch-warranters as went there couldn"t find you. And so, sir, n.o.body, from first to last, has once said "Haunted Chapel.""
"Joe, how far are we from the Haunted Chapel?"
"Not more "n a mile, sir, from the little path that leads up to it."
"Well, I think we had better go there again and rest to-day, and resume our journey to-night. There can be no safer place."
"No whar in all the world, sir."
"Then we will go at once. Throw the saddles into the cart, at your mistress" feet, so as not to crowd her. I will then drive the cart, and you may lead the two riding horses after us," said Mr. Berners, going at once to the side of the rude vehicle where Sybil lay in so deep a sleep that she did not wake, even when he mounted the seat and started the springless cart jolting along the rough road.
Joe led the saddle horses close behind, and so they went on.
"Joe," said Mr. Berners, "I hope that all things go on well at home."
"As well as can be, sir, ma.r.s.er and missus being away. Capping Pendulum, he shows his powerful "torney, and tends to the "state. And Missus Winterose and her darters minds the house. Only they"s in constant terrors all along o" that band o" bugglers."
"Band of burglars, Joe?"
"Yes, sir, and highway robbers as well."
"Indeed! Joe, I have twice lately heard this band spoken of. Does such a one really exist?"
"Well, sir, it _do_. The neighborhood never was so mislested with robbers since a neighborhood it has been. Why, sir, Mr. Morgan"s new store, at Blackville was broke open and robbed of about twelve hundred dollars" worth of goods in one night."
"And none of it recovered!"
"No, sir. And, sir, Capping Pendulum"s own house was entered and robbed of jewelry and plate to the tune of about two thousand dollars."
"I am very sorry for that! And no clue to the robbers?"
"Not the leastest in the world, sir! And no later"n last night, Judge Beresford was riding home from the village, where he had been at the tavern, playing cards with a lot of gentlemen, and had won a deal of money, which he had about him, when, in the middle of the long woods below his own house, he was stopped by two men; one who seized his bridle, and one who pinted a pistol at his head, and gave him his choice of his money or his life. The Judge he choose his life, and handed over his winnins."
"I"m not sorry for him! A man who gains money in that way deserves to lose it. But I _am_ astounded at all that you have told me."
"Yes, sir! and the old ladies in charge of Black Hall is more "stounded than you are, sir; being "stounded to that degree that they sleep with the dogs in the room; long of "em."
"This should be seen to. There should be a vigilance committee. But here we are at the path, Joe, and my wife is still in a deep sleep; and I do not wish to wake her; nor can we drive the cart through the thicket.
Hold! I"ll tell you what we can do. We can take the mattress by its four corners, and carry her on it to the chapel. If we are careful, we need not even wake her," said Mr. Berners, as he stopped the cart and got down from his seat.
Joe tied the two saddle horses to one of the trees, and came around to the cart to help his master.
Between them they cautiously lifted the mattress, and bore it along towards the opening of the path.
On first being moved, Sybil sighed once and turned over and then she fell into a still deeper sleep, from which she did not again awake even when they bore her into the dreadful Haunted Chapel, and laid her down, still on the mattress, in the old place, to the right of the altar.
"Poor child! She was so tired, so worn out in body and mind, that she could scarcely sit her horse. Yet she never once complained, nor should I have even surmised the extent of her prostration, were it not for this coma-like sleep. She will not wake now. We may safely leave her alone while we go back and bring our saddle horses here, for we must bring them in order to hide them to-day and use them to-night. And you, Joe, after you have helped me to bring the horses through the thicket, must go to Blackville and buy food and bring it to us to-night before we resume our journey."
"Yes, sir; and meantimes, there is some crackers and cheese and sweetmeats, and likewise a bottle of port wine, in the cart, as you left in the chapel when you went away."
"Oh, indeed! that will be a G.o.dsend, Joe! We must bring that back to the chapel with us when we come," said Mr. Berners, as with his servant he bent his steps back to the thicket path.
Sybil, left alone in the interior of the haunted chapel, slept on soundly for some little time. She had not really been quite unconscious of her removal thither. She had half waked on being taken from the cart, but had immediately fallen asleep again; though she was still vaguely conscious of being borne along to some place of safety and repose, and that her devoted husband and her faithful servant were her bearers--vaguely conscious also of being laid down upon some level place of perfect rest, with a roof above her head; but beyond this she knew nothing, cared nothing, being too utterly prostrated in mind and body to rouse herself to any utterances, or even to save herself from sinking to sleep.
How long she had slept she never could tell, when at length she was suddenly and fearfully aroused--aroused to a degree of wakefulness that neither the noisy jolting over the rocky road, nor the painful dragging through the th.o.r.n.y thicket had been able to effect.
And yet it was but by a touch--the touch of an ice-cold little hand pa.s.sing lightly over her face.
She started up in a panic and glared around. All seemed black as pitch, and at first she could see nothing; but as she strained her eyes, she dimly discerned the shapes of the gothic windows, with the dark night sky and the ghostly trees beyond; and she recognized the Haunted Chapel!
They had brought her here while she was sleeping; and now, "in the dead waste and middle of the night," she had waked up, alone in this demon-peopled place.
She tried to cry out in her fear; but her voice died in her throat, and she sank back upon her mattress and closed her eyes, lest some shape of horror should blast them.
Then again she felt hands at work about her person. They were creeping under her shoulders and under her limbs; they were lifting her from her mattress. Her eyes flared open in wild affright, and she saw two black shrouded forms, the one at her head the other at her feet.
She tried to cry out in her agony of terror; but again her voice died away in her bosom, and all her powers seemed palsied. They raised her up and bore her on--great heaven! whither?
To the open door of the vault, from whose haunted depths a spectral light gleamed!
They bore her down the dreadful steps, and laid her on the deadly floor!
The iron door clanged loudly to, resounding through the dismal arches.
"We have her now!" muttered a hoa.r.s.e voice. A hollow laugh responded.
And Sybil swooned with horror!