The Narrative of Gordon Sellar Who Emigrated to Canada in 1825 eBook

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had torn the flesh, and the thrust backwards had strained the muscles of the neck.  We got him into bed and the mistress and Alice sat up all night, applying cloths wrung out of hot water to ease the piercing pain.  None of us slept much, and Tilly was greatly excited.  I should have mentioned, when the affray was over, and I am sure it did not last five minutes, she went to Allan and kissed the hand that had knocked down her persecutor.  We talked at breakfast over what we should do next, when it was agreed I should go to Toronto with word of what had happened.  On reaching Yonge-street I got a ride on the first sleigh that came along.  Jabez was astounded at my news and took me to see Mr Bambray and others interested in Tilly.  Jabez at once started to find out what had become of the fellow, and all agreed that nothing should be decided until he reported.  He was not long in getting trace of him and when he came in after dinner it was to tell the bird had flown.  Fearing arrest, his face bandaged, he had been lifted into a long sleigh, and lying in it as a bed, had been driven westward.  ’He will get to Hamilton this afternoon,’ said Jabez, ’and is likely by sunset to be safe on Yankee soil.’  It was suggested Jabez should go next morning and arrange with the master to keep Tilly for a few weeks.  ’Will the fellow, who knows now where she is, not plan a second attempt?’ ’No danger,’ said Jabez, ’the doctor who dressed his face told me he would not be able to go out for weeks, and was disfigured for life.  He damned the Scotties who had done it.’  When Jabez told how he had received his injuries, the doctor, an Englishman, got hotly indignant.  ’Had I known, the fellow would have been now in prison.’  He would see his friend, the Chief Justice, to have him outlawed.  I stayed with Jabez overnight and our drive in the morning was most enjoyable.  There was no wind and just frost enough to make the air crisp, the sun shone on the snow until it sparkled, while the sleighing was splendid.  Jabez had taken one of his best horses and the swiftness of the drive was exhilarating.  The road was crowded with farmers’ teams heading for Toronto, Jabez knew them all and they all knew him.  One question troubled him, and that was, How the Buffalo scoundrel had come to know where Tilly was hid?  To satisfy a surmise, he drew up at the tavern that had been opened opposite our road to question its owner, who frankly gave the desired information.  The two men stopped at the tavern to get warmed and had several drinks.  One of them said he was looking for his daughter, who had run away from home.  He had traced her, he thought, by being told a man and a young girl had been seen driving up Yonge-street Friday night.  The tavern-keeper said he saw such a couple turn into the byroad in front of his place, and wondered at it, for it was rare to see anybody enter that road.  Question followed question and the men learned all they needed to find the house, and to attack it. 
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