"You must not suppose that I live entirely under ground, like a mole!
No, indeed; every day when it is fine, I go to the surface. I get out on the roof. I walk on the mountain heights, "where never foot fell,"
except my own! I went out yesterday, and would have taken you; but that you were so dead asleep. Will you climb with me to-day?"
"With great pleasure," said Sybil.
"And while we go, we will take little baskets and some luncheon, and we will gather some nuts--there are so many on the mountain--walnuts, chestnuts, hickory-nuts, hazle-nuts, and c.h.i.n.kapins," added the young hostess, as they walked back to the sleeping cavern, where they began to prepare for their ramble.
"There, take that, and wrap yourself up warm. I wish it was nicer, but I haven"t a choice of garments here, you know."
Sybil picked up the articles thrown her by her hostess, and saw, to her astonishment, that it was a priceless India shawl, belonging to her friend Miss Pendleton.
"This! this!" she exclaimed, indignantly; "do you know what this is?"
"It is an old shawl," replied the girl, contemptuously.
"Yes, it is an "old shawl," a rare old camel"s hair shawl, worth thousands upon thousands of dollars, an heir loom of the Pendleton family, that has descended from generation to generation, until now it is the property of Miss Beatrix Pendleton. Oh, I am so sorry she has lost it."
"What, that old thing? I"m blessed if I didn"t think it was a most uncommon coa.r.s.e, thick, heavy old broche."
"It is a priceless India camel"s hair shawl! Such a one as could not be bought in this century at any price. Oh. I wish she had it back!"
"Lor" bless you! she may have it back if she wants it! Why do you think they took it? For its value? They knew no more of its value than I did!
No! they took it for its uses! They took it to tie up some of the silver plate in, because they hadn"t sacks enough. You take it, and keep it!
And when you have a chance, give it back to your friend. But for to-day, you had better give it an airing on your shoulders."
So exhorted, Sybil wrapped herself in the costly shawl, and followed her hostess through many labyrinths of the caverns, until they came out on a lonely height apparently yet untrodden by the foot of man.
It was a clear, bright December day. The morning, if sharp and cold, was fresh and invigorating.
They spent the middle of the day in rambling through the loneliest parts of the mountain fastnesses, and gathering treasure of many sorts of the sweetest nuts. The sun was sinking in the west when they turned their steps towards the caverns.
"The men will be sure to be home to supper. They never fail supper! And now we will be able to give them walnuts with their wine!" said Gentiliska, as they reentered the labyrinth that led them from the mountain top to the caverns underneath.
Sybil"s heart shrunk within her. To the delicate and conscientious, there is always an exquisite torture in the immediate contact of the coa.r.s.e and reckless.
They reached the large cavern to find its walls brilliantly lighted up, and the supper table laid and well laden, as on the preceding evening.
"We will go to the sleeping cavern, and lay off our bonnets and shawls.
Then we will be ready for supper. Fortunately we don"t have to dress for the evening at our house!" laughed the girl, leading the way to the little cave.
When they had thrown off their wraps, they returned to the larger cavern to find it half full of the men. Supper was already on the table; and Satan, who was now in full evening dress, came forward and bowed to Sybil, and with much empressment led her to the place of honor at the board, and seated himself beside her.
Moloch took a stool immediately opposite the pair, where he could gaze at will upon the new beauty.
When all were seated the feast began. Satan gave his whole attention to Sybil, whom he treated with tender deference.
As the supper progressed and the wine pa.s.sed around, the men, under the exhilarating influence, grew merry and talkative.
"Hope the beaks"ll have a good time up at the old Haunted Chapel to-day!
This is the second day they"ve been there looking for us! And oh! didn"t they think they"d struck a rich lead when they found that swell Berners up there! They thought they had got his wife too, for certain! That"s what"s brought them back to-day! they know they can"t find us there; but they hope to find her," said one of the robbers.
But his speech was not received with general favor. And when he stupidly pursued the theme, not understanding the menacing look of Satan, one of his companions dug an elbow in his side, and called out:
"Stow all that, you stupid donkey! Don"t you see the lady you are talking about is at the table?"
The rebuke was almost as bad as the offense had been; but it had its effect in silencing the talkative offender.
But good-humor was soon restored. The walnuts were placed upon the table with the dessert, and many compliments were pa.s.sed upon the pretty hands that had gathered them for the feast.
But just in the midst of their merry-making the whole party were startled by a tremendous explosion, that seemed to shake the mountain side.
All sprung to their feet, and stood gazing in amazement at each other until the echoes of the thunder died away. There was silence for a moment after, and then Moloch suddenly burst into a peal of laughter, in which he was soon joined by all his companions, with the exception of Satan, who sat frowning upon them.
"What is the meaning of this rudeness?" he sternly demanded.
"Oh, boss! don"t you know? We are laughing at the beaks! They have blown themselves up in the old Haunted Chapel!" answered one of the party.
"Good Heaven! A wholesale murder! I was not prepared for that!"
exclaimed the captain.
"A wholesale murder, or a wholesale accident, if you please, boss! but no murder. n.o.body told them to take lights down into that vault, where there was gunpowder lying around loose! And if the trap was set for one meddler and caught a dozen, why, so much the better, I say! And I don"t think it could a caught much less than a dozen, seeing as there were about fifteen or twenty men in the chapel when I spied it this afternoon from my cover in the woods on the mountain behind it, and I reckon there must a" been more than half of them killed."
"Hush!" said Satan; "don"t you see that this lady is nearly fainting with terror?"
Sybil was indeed as white as a ghost, and on the very verge of swooning.
But she managed to command nerve enough to ask:
"Was--can you tell me--was my husband in the chapel this afternoon?"
"Oh, no, ma"am!" answered the robber, who had immediately taken his cue from the glance of his captain"s eye. "Oh, no, ma"am, I met him on his road to Blackville early this afternoon."
This was partly true, for the man _had_ really seen Lyon Berners when he was walking along the river road to meet Joe. Sybil believed it to be wholly true, and uttered an exclamation of thankfulness.
The wine pa.s.sed more freely, and the men grew merrier, wilder, and more uproarious. Sybil became very much alarmed; and not so much by the noisy orgies of these rude revellers, as by the dreadful gaze of Moloch fixed upon her from the opposite end of the table where he sat, and the offensive language of Satan"s eyes whenever they turned towards her.
At length, unable to bear the trial longer, she arose from her seat, and courtesying to these brigands as she would have done to any set of gentlemen of whom she was taking leave, Sybil left the cavern, followed by Gentiliska.
"I must take you to another grotto. You cannot occupy mine to-night,"
said the girl, with evident reluctance.
"But, oh! why, why may I not stay with you? I am afraid to sleep alone in this terrible place!" pleaded Sybil.
"I have a reason, but I cannot tell it to you now. Yes, I will, too! I will tell you at all risks! Then it is this: My chamber is no longer safe for you! I myself am not strong enough to protect you! You might be carried off forcibly from my side! I must hide you where no devil may find you to-night!" whispered the girl.
"My blood curdles! Oh, help me if you can!" cried Sybil.
"I cannot help you! I can only hide you! I could perhaps save you from insult by sober men; but who shall save you from maniacs, mad with drink?"