"I am so happy--so happy--I could wish to die now!" he breathed.
"But you shall not die, dear Ishmael! G.o.d heard my cry and sent you back to me! You shall live!"
Then turning to the gaping men, she said:
"Raise him gently, and lay him in the barouche. Stop a moment!--I will get in first and arrange the cushions for him."
And with that she tenderly laid the boy"s head back upon the ground, and entered the carriage, and with her own hands took all the cushions from the tops of the seats, and arranged them so as to make a level bed for the hurt boy. Then she placed herself in the back seat, and, as they lifted him into the carriage, she took his head and shoulders and supported them upon her lap.
But Ishmael had fainted from the pain of being moved. And oh! what a mangled form he seemed, as she held him in her arms upon her bosom, while his broken limbs lay out upon the pile of cushions.
"One of you two now take the horses by the head, and lead them slowly, by the river road, towards Tanglewood House. It is the longest road, but the smoothest," said Miss Merlin.
Two of the men started to obey this order, saying that it might take more than one to manage the horses if they should grow restive again.
"That is very true; besides, you can relieve each other in leading the horses. And now one of the others must run directly to the house of the Overseer Gray, and tell him what has happened, and direct him to ride off immediately to Shelton and fetch Dr. Jarvis to Tanglewood."
All three of the remaining men started off zealously upon this errand.
Meanwhile Sam, the craven coachman, came up with a crestfallen air to the side of the carriage, whimpering:
"Miss Claudia, I hope n.o.body was dangerous hurt?"
"n.o.body dangerously hurt? Ishmael Worth is killed for aught I know! Keep out of my way, you cowardly villain!" exclaimed Claudia angrily, for you know the heiress was no angel.
""Deed and "deed, Miss Claudia, I didn"t know what I was a-doing of no more than the dead when I jumped out"n the b"rouche! "Clare to my Marster in heben I didn"t!" whined Sam.
"Perhaps not; but keep out of my way!" repeated Claudia, with her eyes kindling. .
"But please, miss, mayn"t I drive you home now?"
"What? after nearly breaking my neck, which was saved only at the cost of this poor boy"s life, perhaps?"
"Please, Miss Claudia, I"ll be careful another time--"
"Careful of your own life!"
"Please, miss, let me drive you home this once."
"Not to save your soul!"
"But what"ll ole Ma.r.s.e say?" cried Sam, in utter dismay.
"That is your affair. I advise you to keep out of his way also! Begone from my sight! Go on, men!" finally ordered Miss Merlin.
Sam, more ashamed of himself than ever, slunk away.
And the fishermen started to lead the horses and carriage towards Tanglewood.
Meanwhile the messengers dispatched by Claudia hurried on towards Reuben Gray"s cottage. But before they got in sight of the house they came full upon Reuben, who was mounted on his white cob, and riding as if for a wager.
"Hey! hallo! stop!" cried the foremost man, throwing up his arms before the horse, which immediately started and shied.
"Hush, can"t ye! Don"t stop me now! I"m in a desp"at hurry! I"m off for the doctor! My wife"s taken bad, and may die before I get back!"
exclaimed Reuben, with a scared visage, as he tried to pa.s.s the messengers.
"Going for the doctor! There"s just where we were going to send you! Go as fast as you can, and if your wife isn"t very bad indeed, send him first of all to Tanglewood, where he is wanted immediately."
"Who is ill there?" inquired Reuben anxiously.
"n.o.body! but your nephew has been knocked down and trampled nearly to death while stopping Miss Merlin"s horses that were running away with her."
"Ishmael hurt! Good gracious! there"s nothing but trouble in this world!
Where is the poor lad?"
"Miss Merlin has taken him to Tanglewood. The doctor is wanted there."
"I"ll send him as soon as ever I can; but I must get him to Hannah first! I must indeed!" And with that Reuben put whip to his horse and rode away; but in a moment he wheeled again and rode back to the fishermen, saying:
"Hallo, Simpson! are you going past our place?"
"Yes," replied the man.
"Well, then, mind and don"t breathe a word about Ishmael"s accident to Hannah, or to anybody about the place as might tell her; because she"s very ill, and the shock might be her death, you know," said Reuben anxiously.
"All right! we"ll be careful," replied the man. And Reuben rode off.
He was so fortunate as to find Dr. Jarvis at his office and get him to come immediately to Woodside. But not until the doctor had seen Hannah and had given her a little medicine, and declared that his farther services would not be required by her for several hours yet, did Reuben mention to him the other case that awaited his attention at Tanglewood.
And Dr. Jarvis, with a movement of impatience at the unnecessary delay, hurried thither.
CHAPTER XLII.
ISHMAEL AT TANGLEWOOD.
There was an ancient mansion, and before Its walls there was a steed caparisoned.
Within an antique oratory lay The boy of whom I spake; he was alone, And pale and tossing to and fro....
--_Byron_.
Meanwhile the carriage traveling slowly reached Tanglewood. Slowly pacing up and down the long piazza in front of the house was Judge Merlin. He was a rather singular-looking man of about forty-five years of age. He was very tall, thin, and bony, with high aquiline features, dark complexion, and iron-gray hair, which he wore long and parted in the middle. He was habited in a loose jacket, vest, and trousers of brown linen, and wore a broad-brimmed straw hat on his head, and large slippers, down at the heel, on his feet. He carried in his hand a lighted pipe of common clay, and he walked with a slow, swinging gait, and an air of careless indifference to all around him. Altogether, he presented the idea of a civilized Indian chief, rather than that of a Christian gentleman. Tradition said that the blood of King Powhatan flowed in Randolph Merlin"s veins, and certainly his personal appearance, character, tastes, habits, and manners favored the legend.
On seeing the carriage approach he had taken the clay pipe from his mouth and sauntered forward. On seeing the strange burden that his daughter supported in her arms, he came down to the side of the carriage, exclaiming:
"Who have you got there, Claudia?"
"Oh, papa, it is Ishmael Worth! He has killed himself, I fear, in saving me! My horses ran away, ran directly towards the steeps above the river, and would have plunged over if he had not started forward and turned their heads in time; but the horses, as they turned, knocked him down and ran over him!" cried Claudia, in almost breathless vehemence.