"
"It is all there is to get, my love," Hulda answered. "Yes, I do love
you, Levin. I will try to save you, if I can, because I love you, though
suffering may come to me."
"No," cried Levin, "I cannot leave you, dear. If I could now cross in
the ferry-boat, I wouldn't do it; I must go back with you."
As Captain Van Dorn came up from the wharf, blushing like a school-boy,
and tapping his white teeth together under the long flax of his
mustache, his attention was arrested by a proclamation pasted on a post:
"_Five Hundred Dollars Reward, for_
JOSEPH MOORE JOHNSON, KIDNAPPER.
"_The above reward will be paid by me to any person or
persons--and they will be exempted from detention--who
will deliver to me the body of the above-named miscreant, that
he may be brought to trial in Pennsylvania_.
"JOSEPH WATSON, _Mayor of Philadelphia_."
"_Chis! he!_" Van Dorn sighed; "the end must soon be near. Now, young
people, come!"
As they passed Cannon's place, going out of town, the familiar voice of
Jacob was heard to cry:
"Owen Daw's escaped, Brother Isaac; but we'll clap it to him on a _de
bonis non_. I'll never take my eye off him till I die."
"Brother Jacob, what an executive help you air!"
As Van Dorn drove the horses up the slight ascent in the rear of the
ferry, past an ancient double puncheon house there, with an arch in the
centre, young Hulda--who now wore shoes and stockings, and a presentable
dress of English goods, and looked quite the woman out of her sincere
and sometimes proud and eloquent eyes--said to him, as she pointed back:
"Captain, it was there my father killed the traveller, where we see the
road beyond the ferry enter the pines.
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