"Oh, of ghosts and witches, wild beasts, runaway negroes, and--Black Donald."
"Then you are not afraid of me?"
"Lors, no, indeed! I guess I ain"t! Why should I be afraid of a respectable-looking gentleman like you, sir?"
"And so you are going home? Where is your home, pretty one?"
"On the other side of the river. But you need not keep on calling me "pretty one;" it must be as tiresome to you to repeat it as it is to me to hear it."
"What shall I call you, then, my dear?"
"You may call me Miss Black; or, if you are friendly, you may call me Capitola."
"Capitola!" exclaimed the man, in a deep and changed voice, as he dropped her bridle.
"Yes--Capitola; what objection have you got to that? It is a pretty name, isn"t it? But if you think it is too long, and if you feel very friendly, you may call me Cap."
"Well, then, my pretty Cap, where do you live across the river?" asked the stranger, recovering his self-possession.
"Oh, at a rum old place they call Hurricane Hall, with a rum old military officer they call Old Hurricane," said Capitola, for the first time stealing a sidelong glance at her fearful companion.
It was not Black Donald; that was the first conclusion to which she rashly jumped. He appeared to be a gentlemanly ruffian about forty years of age, well dressed in a black riding-suit; black beaver hat drawn down close over his eyes: black hair and whiskers; heavy black eyebrows that met across his nose; drooping eyelashes, and eyes that looked out under the corners of the lids; altogether a sly, sinister, cruel face--a cross between a fox and a tiger. It warned Capitola to expect no mercy there.
After the girl"s last words he seemed to have fallen into thought for a moment, and then again he spoke:
"Well, my pretty Cap, how long have you been living at. Hurricane Hall?"
"Ever since my guardian, Major Warfield, brought me from the City of New York, where I received my education (in the streets)," she mentally added.
"Humph! Why did you ride so fast, my pretty Cap?" he asked, eying her from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh, sir, because I was afraid, as I told you before; afraid of runaway negroes and wild beasts, and so on; but now, with a good gentleman like you, I don"t feel afraid at all; and I"m very glad to be able to walk poor Gyp, because he is tired, poor fellow."
"Yes, poor fellow," said the traveler, in a mocking tone, "he is tired; suppose you dismount and let him rest. Come, I"ll get off, too, and we will sit down here by the roadside and have a friendly conversation."
Capitola stole a glance at his face. Yes, notwithstanding his light tone, he was grimly in earnest; there was no mercy to be expected from that sly, sinister, cruel face.
"Come, my pretty Cap, what say you?"
"I don"t care if I do," she said, riding to the edge of the path, drawing rein and looking down as if to examine the ground.
"Come, little beauty, must I help you off?" asked the stranger.
"N-n-no," answered Capitola, with deliberate hesitation; "no, this is not a good place to sit down and talk; it"s all full of brambles."
"Very well; shall we go on a little further?"
"Oh, yes; but I don"t want to ride fast, because it will tire my horse."
"You shall go just as you please, my angel," said the traveler.
"I wonder whether this wretch thinks me very simple or very depraved? He must come to one or the other conclusion," thought Capitola.
They rode on very slowly for a mile further, and then, having arrived at an open glade, the stranger drew rein and said:
"Come, pretty lark, hop down; here"s a nice place to sit and rest."
"Very well; come help me off," said Capitola, pulling up her horse; then, as by a sudden impulse, she exclaimed: "I don"t like this place either; it"s right on top of the hill; so windy, and just see how rocky the ground is. No, I"ll not sit and rest here, and that I tell you."
"I am afraid you are trifling with me, my pretty bird. Take care; I"ll not be trifled with," said the man.
"I don"t know what you mean by trifling with you any more than the dead.
But I"ll not sit down there on those sharp rocks, and so I tell you. If you will be civil and ride along with me until we get to the foot of the hill, I know a nice place where we can sit down and have a good talk, and I will tell you all my travels and you shall tell me all yours."
"Ex-actly; and where is that nice place?"
"Why, in the valley at the foot of the hill."
"Come--come on, then."
"Slowly, slowly," said Capitola; "I won"t tire my horse."
They rode over the hill, down the gradual descent and on toward the center of the valley.
They were now within a quarter of a mile of the river, on the opposite side of which was Hurricane Hall and--safety! The stranger drew rein, saying:
"Come, my cuckoo; here we are at the bottom of the valley; now or never."
"Oh, now, of course; you see, I keep my promise," answered Capitola, pulling up her horse.
The man sprang from his saddle and came to her side.
"Please be careful, now; don"t let my riding-skirt get hung in the stirrup," said Capitola, cautiously disengaging her drapery, rising in the saddle and giving the stranger her hand. In the act of jumping she suddenly stopped and looked down, exclaiming:
"Good gracious! how very damp the ground is here, in the bottom of the valley!"
"More objections, I suppose, my pretty one; but they won"t serve you any longer. I am bent upon having a cozy chat with you upon that very turf,"
said the stranger, pointing to a little cleared s.p.a.ce among the trees beside the path.
"Now, don"t be cross; just see how damp it is there; it would spoil my riding-dress and give me my death of cold."
"Humph!" said the stranger, looking at her with a sly, grim, cruel resolve.
"I"ll tell you what it is," said Cap, "I"m not witty nor amusing, nor will it pay to sit out in the night air to hear me talk; but, since you wish it, and since you were so good as to guard me through these woods, and since I promised, why, damp as it is, I will even get off and talk with you."
"That"s my birdling!"
"But hold on a minute; is there nothing you can get to put there for me to sit on--no stump nor dry stone?"
"No, my dear; I don"t see any."