Goy!"
As Cy James was being taken to a secure place in the garret he turned to
Levin Dennis, much wilted and crestfallen.
"Oh, Levin," he said, "Huldy won't have me now, I know. Won't you stand
by me, Levin? She's goin' to marry you, and I'll give ye all I've
found."
"Huldy!" Levin exclaimed; "oh, must I leave her yonder at the tavern
another night?"
"No," answered Hulda, coming forward; "we are both preserved, my friend.
But I must have made my bed in the forest this night if God had not
directed me to you."
As they clasped each other fondly, Senator Clayton exclaimed,
"What? Doves among the rattlesnakes. Goy!"
CHAPTER XLIII.
PLEASURE DRAINED.
The dawn had not broken when that fleet traveller, Joseph Johnson,
anticipating his enemies by hours, noiselessly tied his horses at the
tavern he had erected, and nearly fell into the arms of Owen Daw.
"Joe," said that scapegrace, "thar's queer people hanging around yer.
They say a blue chist has been dug outen the field yonder, an' bones in
it. I 'spect they're a-lookin' fur you, Joe."
"I'll give you a job, Owen," said Johnson, quick on his feet as the boy.
"Run these horses into my wagon thar while I git some duds together
before I hop the twig."
Slipping to the rear of the house, he entered, and looked in Patty's
room--she was not there; a slight smell of gunpowder seemed to be in the
hall. Passing rapidly up the stairs, Johnson saw a light shine in
McLane's room, and he kicked the door wide open, exclaiming,
"Bad luck everywhere; the gal's stone dead; the beaks are round us.
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