"Sacr-r-r-r-r-r-remento!" growled Girasole.
"I"m sure _I_ don"t know what he means by telling me that," said Minnie. "How can _I_ wait if this horrid Italian won"t let me? I"m sure he might be more considerate."
Poor Mrs. Willoughby, who had for a moment been roused to hope by the escape of the Baron, now fell again into despair, and wept and moaned and clung to Minnie. Lady Dalrymple still lay senseless, in spite of the efforts of Ethel and the maids. The occurrence had been more to her than a mere encounter with brigands. It was the thought of her own carelessness that overwhelmed her. In an instant the thought of the Baron"s warning and his solemn entreaties flashed across her memory.
She recollected how Hawbury had commended his friend, and how she had turned from these to put her trust in the driver and Girasole, the very men who had betrayed her. These were the thoughts that overwhelmed her.
But now there arose once more the noise of rolling wheels, advancing more swiftly than the last, accompanied by the lash of a whip and shouts of a human voice. Girasole spoke to his men, and they moved up nearer to the bend, and stood in readiness there.
What Hawbury"s motive was it is not difficult to tell. He was not armed, and therefore could not hope to do much; but he had in an instant resolved to rush thus into the midst of the danger. First of all he thought that a struggle might be going on between the drivers, the other travelers, and the brigands; in which event his a.s.sistance would be of great value. Though unarmed, he thought he might s.n.a.t.c.h or wrest a weapon from some one of the enemy. In addition to this, he wished to strike a blow to save the ladies from captivity, even if his blow should be unavailing. Even if he had known how matters were, he would probably have acted in precisely the same way. As for Dacres, he had but one idea. He was sure it was some trick concocted by his wife and the Italian, though why they should do so he did not stop, in his mad mood, to inquire. A vague idea that a communication had pa.s.sed between them on the preceding evening with reference to this was now in his mind, and his vengeful feeling was stimulated by this thought to the utmost pitch of intensity.
Hawbury thus lashed his horses, and they flew along the road. After the first cry and the shot that they had heard there was no further noise. The stillness was mysterious. It showed Hawbury that the struggle, if there had been any, was over. But the first idea still remained both in his own mind and in that of Dacres. On they went, and now they came to the turn in the road. Round this they whirled, and in an instant the scene revealed itself.
Three carriages stopped; some drivers standing and staring indifferently; a group of women crowding around a prostrate form that lay in the road; a pale, beautiful girl, to whom a beautiful woman was clinging pa.s.sionately; a crowd of armed brigands with leveled pieces; and immediately before them a horseman--the Italian, Girasole.
One glance showed all this. Hawbury could not distinguish any face among the crowd of women that bent over Lady Dalrymple, and Ethel"s face was thus still unrevealed; but he saw Minnie and Mrs. Willoughby and Girasole.
"What the devil"s all this about?" asked Hawbury, haughtily, as his horses stopped at the Baron"s carriage.
"You are prisoners--" began Girasole.
But before he could say another word he was interrupted by a cry of fury from Dacres, who, the moment that he had recognized him, sprang to his feet, and with a long, keen knife in his hand, leaped from the carriage into the midst of the brigands, striking right and left, and endeavoring to force his way toward Girasole. In an instant Hawbury was by his side. Two men fell beneath the fierce thrusts of Dacres"s knife, and Hawbury tore the rifle from a third. With the clubbed end of this he began dealing blows right and left. The men fell back and leveled their pieces. Dacres sprang forward, and was within three steps of Girasole--his face full of ferocity, his eyes flashing, and looking not so much like an English gentleman as one of the old vikings in a Berserker rage. One more spring brought him closer to Girasole. The Italian retreated. One of his men flung himself before Dacres and tried to grapple with him. The next instant he fell with a groan, stabbed to the heart. With a yell of rage the others rushed upon Dacres; but the latter was now suddenly seized with a new idea.
Turning for an instant he held his a.s.sailants at bay; and then, seizing the opportunity, sprang into the woods and ran. One or two shots were fired, and then half a dozen men gave chase.
Meanwhile one or two shots had been fired at Hawbury, but, in the confusion, they had not taken effect. Suddenly, as he stood with uplifted rifle ready to strike, his enemies made a simultaneous rush upon him. He was seized by a dozen strong arms. He struggled fiercely, but his efforts were unavailing. The odds were too great. Before long he was thrown to the ground on his face, and his arms bound behind him. After this he was gagged.
The uproar of this fierce struggle had roused all the ladies, and they turned their eyes in horror to where the two were fighting against such odds. Ethel raised herself on her knees from beside Lady Dalrymple, and caught sight of Hawbury. For a moment she remained motionless; and then she saw the escape of Dacres, and Hawbury going down in the grasp of his a.s.sailants. She gave a loud shriek and rushed forward. But Girasole intercepted her.
"Go back," he said. "De milor is my prisoner. Back, or you will be bound."
And at a gesture from him two of the men advanced to seize Ethel.
"Back!" he said, once more, in a stern voice. "You mus be tentif to miladi."
Ethel shrank back.
The sound of that scream had struck on Hawbury"s ears, but he did not recognize it. If he thought of it at all, he supposed it was the scream of common terror from one of the women. He was sore and bruised and fast bound. He was held down also in such a way that he could not see the party of ladies. The Baron"s carriage intercepted the view, for he had fallen behind this during the final struggle. After a little time he was allowed to sit up, but still he could not see beyond.
There was now some delay, and Girasole gave some orders to his men.
The ladies waited with fearful apprehensions. They listened eagerly to hear if there might not be some sounds of approaching help. But no such sounds came to gladden their hearts. Lady Dalrymple, also, still lay senseless; and Ethel, full of the direst anxiety about Hawbury, had to return to renew her efforts toward reviving her aunt.
Before long the brigands who had been in pursuit of the fugitives returned to the road. They did not bring back either of them. A dreadful question arose in the minds of the ladies as to the meaning of this. Did it mean that the fugitives had escaped, or had been shot down in the woods by their wrathful pursuers? It was impossible for them to find out. Girasole went over to them and conversed with them apart. The men all looked sullen; but whether that arose from disappointed vengeance or gratified ferocity it was impossible for them to discern.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE MeLeE.]
The brigands now turned their attention to their own men. Two of these had received bad but not dangerous wounds from the dagger of Dacres, and the scowls of pain and rage which they threw upon Hawbury and the other captives boded nothing but the most cruel fate to all of them.
Another, however, still lay there. It was the one who had intercepted Dacres in his rush upon Girasole. He lay motionless in a pool of blood. They turned him over. His white, rigid face, as it became exposed to view, exhibited the unmistakable mark of death, and a gash on his breast showed how his fate had met him.
The brigands uttered loud cries, and advanced toward Hawbury. He sat regarding them with perfect indifference. They raised their rifles, some clubbing them, others taking aim, swearing and gesticulating all the time like maniacs.
Hawbury, however, did not move a muscle of his face, nor did he show the slightest feeling of any kind. He was covered with dust, and his clothes were torn and splashed with mud, and his hands were bound, and his mouth was gagged; but he preserved a coolness that astonished his enemies. Had it not been for this coolness his brains might have been blown out--in which case this narrative would never have been written; but there was something in his look which made the Italians pause, gave Girasole time to interfere, and thus preserved my story from ruin.
Girasole then came up and made his men stand back. They obeyed sullenly.
Girasole removed the gag.
Then he stood and looked at Hawbury. Hawbury sat and returned his look with his usual nonchalance, regarding the Italian with a cold, steady stare, which produced upon the latter its usual maddening effect.
"Milor will be ver glad to hear," said he, with a mocking smile, "dat de mees will be take good care to. Milor was attentif to de mees; but de mees haf been fiancee to me, an" so I take dis occazione to mak her mine. I sall love her, an" se sall love me. I haf save her life, an"
se haf been fiancee to me since den."
Now Girasole had chosen to say this to Hawbury from the conviction that Hawbury was Minnie"s lover, and that the statement of this would inflict a pang upon the heart of his supposed rival which would destroy his coolness. Thus he chose rather to strike at Hawbury"s jealousy than at his fear or at his pride.
But he was disappointed. Hawbury heard his statement with utter indifference.
"Well," said he, "all I can say is that it seems to me to be a devilish odd way of going to work about it."
"Aha!" said Girasole, fiercely. "You sall see. Se sall be mine. Aha!"
Hawbury made no reply, and Girasole, after a gesture of impatience, walked off, baffled.
In a few minutes two men came up to Hawbury, and led him away to the woods on the left.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THEY SAW A RUINED HOUSE."]
CHAPTER XXIV.
AMONG THE BRIGANDS.
Girasole now returned to the ladies. They were in the same position in which he had left them. Mrs. Willoughby with Minnie, and Ethel, with the maids, attending to Lady Dalrymple.
"Miladi," said Girasole, "I beg your attenzion. I haf had de honore to inform you dat dis mees is my fiancee. Se haf give me her heart an"
her hand; se love me, an" I love her. I was prevent from to see her, an" I haf to take her in dis mannaire. I feel sad at de pain I haf give you, an" a.s.suir you dat it was inevitabile. You sall not be troubled more. You are free. Mees," he continued, taking Minnie"s hand, "you haf promis me dis fair han", an" you are mine. You come to one who loves you bettaire dan life, an" who you love. You owe youair life to me. I sall make it so happy as nevair was."
"I"m sure _I_ don"t want to be happy," said Minnie. "I don"t _want_ to leave darling Kitty--and it"s a shame--and you"ll make me _hate_ you if you do so."
"Miladi," said Girasole to Mrs. Willoughby, "de mees says se not want to leaf you. Eef you want to come, you may come an" be our sistaire."
"Oh, Kitty darling, you won"t leave me, will you, all alone with this horrid man?" said Minnie.
"My darling," moaned Mrs. Willoughby, "how can I? I"ll go. Oh, my sweet sister, what misery!"
"Oh, now that will be really _quite_ delightful if you _will_ come, Kitty darling. Only I"m afraid you"ll find it awfully uncomfortable."
Girasole turned once more to the other ladies.