"Humph! it is an ugly business, your honor, especially with your honor"s little prejudice against----"
"Donald, this is no time for weakness! I have gone too far to stop!
Capitola must die!"
"That"s so, colonel--the pity is that it wasn"t found out fourteen years ago. It is so much easier to pinch a baby"s nose until it falls asleep than to stifle a young girl"s shrieks and cries--then the baby would not have been missed--but the young girl will be sure to be inquired after."
"I know that there will be additional risk, but there shall be the larger compensation, larger than your most sanguine hopes would suggest.
Donald, listen!" said the colonel, stooping and whispering low--"the day that you bring me undeniable proofs that Capitola Le Noir is dead, you finger one thousand dollars!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the outlaw, in angry scorn. "Capitola Le Noir is the sole heiress of a fortune--in land, negroes, coal mines, iron foundries, railway shares and bank stock of half a million of dollars--and you ask me to get her out of your way for a thousand dollars--I"ll do it--you know I will! Ha, ha, ha!"
"Why, the government doesn"t value your whole carca.s.s at more than I offer you for the temporary use of your hands, you villain!" frowned the colonel.
"No ill names, your honor--between us they are like kicking guns--apt to recoil!"
"You forget that you are in my power!"
"I remember that your honor is in mine! Ha, ha, ha! The day Black Donald stands at the bar--the honorable Colonel Le Noir will probably be beside him!"
"Enough of this! Confound you, do you take me for one of your pals?"
"No, your worship, my pals are too poor to hire their work done, but then they are brave enough to do it themselves."
"Enough of this, I say! Name the price of this new service!"
"Ten thousand dollars--five thousand in advance--the remainder when the deed is accomplished."
"Extortioner! Shameless, ruthless extortioner!"
"Your honor will fall into that vulgar habit of calling ill names. It isn"t worth while! It doesn"t pay! If your honor doesn"t like my terms, you needn"t employ me. What is certain is that I cannot work for less!"
"You take advantage of my necessities."
"Not at all; but the truth is, Colonel, that I am tired of this sort of life, and wish to retire from active business. Besides, every man has his ambition, and I have mine. I wish to emigrate to the glorious West, settle, marry, turn my attention to politics, be elected to Congress, then to the Senate, then to the Cabinet, then to the White House--for success in which career, I flatter myself nature and education have especially fitted me. Ten thousand dollars will give me a fair start!
Many a successful politician, your honor knows, has started on less character and less capital!"
To this impudent slander the colonel made no answer. With his arms folded and his head bowed upon his chest he walked moodily up and down the length of the apartment. Then muttering, "Why should I hesitate?" he came to the side of the outlaw and said:
"I agree to your terms--accomplish the work and the sum shall be yours.
Meet me here on to-morrow evening to receive the earnest money. In the meantime, in order to make sure of the girl"s ident.i.ty, it will be necessary for you to get sight of her beforehand, at her home, if possible--find out her habits and her haunts--where she walks, or rides, when she is most likely to be alone, and so on. Be very careful! A mistake might be fatal."
"Your honor may trust me."
"And now good-by--remember, to-morrow evening," said the colonel, as, wrapping himself closely in his dark cloak, and pulling his hat low over his eyes, he pa.s.sed out by the back pa.s.sage door and left the house.
"Ha, ha, ha! Why does that man think it needful to look so villainous?
If I were to go about in such a bandit-like dress as that, every child I met would take me for--what I am!" laughed Black Donald, returning to his comrades.
During the next hour other members of the band dropped in until some twenty men were collected together in the large kitchen around the long table, where the remainder of the night was spent in revelry.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE SMUGGLER AND CAPITOLA.
Come buy of me! come buy! come buy!
Buy, lads, or else the la.s.sies cry; I have lawns as white as snow; Silk as black as e"er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses; Veils for faces; musk for noses; Pins and needles made of steel; All you need from head to heel.
--Shakespeare.
"If I am not allowed to walk or ride out alone, I shall "gang daft!" I know I shall! Was ever such a dull, lonesome, humdrum place as this same Hurricane Hall?" complained Cap, as she sat sewing with Mrs. Condiment in the housekeeper"s room.
"You don"t like this quiet country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment.
"No! no better than I do a quiet country graveyard! I don"t want to return to dust before my time, I tell you!" said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.
"I hear you, vixen!" roared the voice of Old Hurricane, who presently came storming in and saying:
"If you want a ride go and get ready quickly, and come with me, I am going down to the water mill, please the Lord, to warn Hopkins off the premises, worthless villain! Had my grain there since yesterday morning and hasn"t sent it home yet! Shan"t stay in my mill another month! Come, Cap, be off with you and get ready!"
The girl did not need a second bidding but flew to prepare herself, while the old man ordered the horses.
In ten minutes more Capitola and Major Warfield cantered away.
They had been gone about two hours, and it was almost time to expect their return, and Mrs. Condiment had just given orders for the tea table to be set, when Wool came into her room and said there was a sailor at the hall door with some beautiful foreign goods which he wished to show to the ladies of the house.
"A sailor, Wool--a sailor with foreign goods for sale? I am very much afraid he"s one of these smugglers I"ve heard tell of, and I"m not sure about the right of buying from smugglers! However, I suppose there"s no harm in looking at his goods. You may call him in, Wool," said the old lady, tampering with temptation.
"He do look like a smudgeler, dat"s a fact," said Wool whose ideas of the said craft were purely imaginary.
"I don"t know him to be a smuggler, and it"s wrong to judge, particularly beforehand," said the old lady, nursing ideas of rich silks and satins, imported free of duty and sold at half price, and trying to deceive herself.
While she was thus thinking the door opened and Wool ushered in a stout, jolly-looking tar, dressed in a white pea-jacket, duck trousers and tarpaulin hat, and carrying in his hand a large pack. He took off his hat and sc.r.a.ped his foot behind him, and remained standing before the housekeeper with his head tied up in a red bandana handkerchief and his chin sunken in a red comforter that was wound around his throat.
"Sit down, my good man, and rest while you show me the goods," said Mrs.
Condiment, who, whether he were smuggler or not, was inclined to show the traveler all lawful kindness.
The sailor sc.r.a.ped his foot again, sat down on a low chair, put his hat on one side, drew the pack before him, untied it and first displayed a rich golden-hued fabric, saying:
"Now here, ma"am, is a rich China silk I bought in the streets of Shanghai, where the long-legged chickens come from. Come, now, I"ll ship it off cheap----"
"Oh, that is a great deal too gay and handsome for an old woman like me," said Mrs. Condiment.
"Well, ma"am, perhaps there"s young ladies in the fleet? Now, this would rig out a smart young craft as gay as a clipper! Better take it, ma"am.
I"ll ship it off cheap!"