CHAPTER x.x.xVI.
FLY! FLY!
In the midst of that wild uproar which had roused Dacres and Mrs.
Willoughby there was nothing that startled him so much as her declaration that she was not Arethusa. He stood bewildered. While she was listening to the sounds, he was listening to the echo of her words; while she was wondering at the cause of such a tumult, he was wondering at this disclosure. In a moment a thousand little things suggested themselves as he stood there in his confusion, which little things all went to throw a flood of light upon her statement, and prove that she was another person than that "demon wife" who had been the cause of all his woes. Her soft glance, her gentle manner, her sweet and tender expression--above all, the tone of her voice; all these at once opened his eyes. In the course of their conversation she had spoken in a low tone, often in a whisper, so that this fact with regard to the difference of voice had not been perceptible; but her last words were spoken louder, and he observed the difference.
Now the tumult grew greater, and the reports of the rifles more frequent. The noise was communicated to the house, and in the rooms and the hall below there were tramplings of feet, and hurryings to and fro, and the rattle of arms, and the voices of men, in the midst of which rose the stern command of Girasole.
"Forward! Follow me!"
Then the distant reports grew nearer and yet nearer, and all the men rushed from the house, and their tramp was heard outside as they hurried away to the scene of conflict.
"It"s an attack! The brigands are attacked!" cried Mrs. Willoughby.
Dacres said nothing. He was collecting his scattered thoughts.
"Oh, may Heaven grant that we may be saved! Oh, it is the troops--it must be! Oh, Sir, come, come; help us to escape! My darling sister is here. Save her!"
"Your sister?" cried Dacres.
"Oh yes; come, save her! My sister--my darling Minnie!"
With these words Mrs. Willoughby rushed from the room.
"Her sister! her sister!" repeated Dacres--"Minnie Fay! _Her_ sister!
Good Lord! What a most infernal a.s.s I"ve been making of myself this last month!"
He stood still for a few moments, overwhelmed by this thought, and apparently endeavoring to realize the full extent and enormous size and immense proportions, together with the infinite extent of ear, appertaining to the a.s.s to which he had transformed himself; but finally he shook his head despondingly, as though he gave it up altogether. Then he hurried after Mrs. Willoughby.
Mrs. Willoughby rushed into Minnie"s room, and clasped her sister in her arms with frantic tears and kisses.
"Oh, my precious darling!" she exclaimed.
"Oh dear!" said Minnie, "isn"t this really too bad? I was _so_ tired, you know, and I was just beginning to go to sleep, when those horrid men began firing their guns. I really do think that every body is banded together to tease me. I do _wish_ they"d all go away and let me have a little peace. I am so tired and sleepy!"
While Minnie was saying this her sister was embracing her and kissing her and crying over her.
"Oh, come, Minnie, come!" she cried; "make haste. We must fly!"
"Where to?" said Minnie, wonderingly.
"Any where--any where out of this awful place: into the woods."
"Why, I don"t see the use of going into the woods. It"s all wet, you know. Can"t we get a carriage?"
"Oh no, no; we must not wait. They"ll all be back soon and kill us."
"Kill us! What for?" cried Minnie. "What do you mean? How silly you are, Kitty darling!"
At this moment Dacres entered. The image of the immeasurable a.s.s was still very prominent in his mind, and he had lost all his fever and delirium. One thought only remained (besides that of the a.s.s, of course), and that was--escape.
"Are you ready?" he asked, hurriedly.
"Oh yes, yes; let us make haste," said Mrs. Willoughby.
"I think no one is below," said he; "but I will go first. There is a good place close by. We will run there. If I fall, you must run on and try to get there. It is the bank just opposite. Once there, you are in the woods. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, yes!" cried Mrs. Willoughby. "Haste! Oh, haste!"
Dacres turned, and Mrs. Willoughby had just grasped Minnie"s hand to follow, when suddenly they heard footsteps below.
They stopped, appalled.
The robbers had not all gone, then. Some of them must have remained on guard. But how many?
Dacres listened and the ladies listened, and in their suspense the beating of each heart was audible. The footsteps below could be heard going from room to room, and pausing in each.
"There seems to be only one man," said Dacres, in a whisper. "If there is only one, I"ll engage to manage him. While I grapple, you run for your lives. Remember the bank."
"Oh yes; but oh, Sir, there may be more," said Mrs. Willoughby.
"I"ll see," said Dacres, softly.
He went cautiously to the front window and looked out. By the increased light he could see quite plainly. No men were visible. From afar the noise of the strife came to his ears louder than ever, and he could see the flashes of the rifles.
Dacres stole back again from the window and went to the door. He stood and listened.
And now the footsteps came across the hall to the foot of the stairs.
Dacres could see the figure of a solitary man, but it was dark in the hall, and he could not make him out.
He began to think that there was only one enemy to encounter.
The man below put his foot on the lowest stair.
Then he hesitated.
Dacres stood in the shadow of the other doorway, which was nearer to the head of the stairs, and prepared to spring as soon as the stranger should come within reach. But the stranger delayed still.
At length he spoke:
"Hallo, up there!"
The sound of those simple words produced an amazing effect upon the hearers. Dacres sprang down with a cry of joy. "Come, come!" he shouted to the ladies; "friends are here!" And running down the stairs, he reached the bottom and grasped the stranger by both arms.
In the dim light he could detect a tall, slim, sinewy form, with long, black, ragged hair and white neck-tie.
"You"d best get out of this, and quick, too," said the Rev. Saul Tozer. "They"re all off now, but they"ll be back here in less than no time. I jest thought I"d look in to see if any of you folks was around."