The Canadian Brothers, or the Prophecy Fulfilled a Tale of the Late American War — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 533 pages of information about The Canadian Brothers, or the Prophecy Fulfilled a Tale of the Late American War — Complete.

The Canadian Brothers, or the Prophecy Fulfilled a Tale of the Late American War — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 533 pages of information about The Canadian Brothers, or the Prophecy Fulfilled a Tale of the Late American War — Complete.
to take the road along the sands, while he himself, with his arms folded and his head sunk on his chest, fell into a reverie with which was connected the manner and the means of securing the disloyal Desborough, should it happen that he had not yet departed.  The accidental discharge of Middlemore’s pistol, at the very moment when Silvertail had doubled a point that kept the scene of contention from his view, caused him to raise his eyes, and then the whole truth flashed suddenly upon him.  We have already seen how gallantly he advanced to them, and how madly, and, in a manner peculiarly his own, he sought to arrest the traitor Desborough in his flight.

“Sorry I couldn’t force the scoundrel back, gentlemen,” said Sampson, as he now approached the discomfited officers.  “Not much hurt, I hope,” pointing with his own maimed and bleeding hand to the leg of Middlemore, which that officer, seated on the sand, was preparing to bind with a silk handkerchief.  “Ah, a mere flesh wound.  I see.  Henry, Henry Grantham, my poor dear boy, what still alive after the desperate clutching of that fellow at your throat?  But now that we have routed the enemy—­ must be off—­drenched to the skin.  No liquor on the stomach to keep out the cold. and if I once get an ague fit, its all over with poor old Sampson.  Must gallop home, and, while his little wife wraps a bandage round my hand, shall send down Bill with a litter.  Good morning, Mr. Middlemore, good bye Henry, my boy.”  And then, without giving time to either to reply, the old man applied his spurs once more to the flanks of Silvertail, who, with drooping mane and tail, resembled a half drowned rat; and again hallooing defiance to Desborough, who lay to at a distance, apparently watching the movements of his enemies, he retraced his way along the sands at full gallop, and was speedily out of sight.

Scarcely had Gattrie disappeared, when two other individuals, evidently officers, and cloaked precisely like the party he had just quitted, issued from the wood near the hut upon the clearing, and thence upon the sands—­their countenances naturally expressing all the surprise that might he supposed to arise from the picture now offered to their view.

“What in the name of Heaven is the meaning of all this?” asked one of the new comers, as both now rapidly advanced to the spot where Middlemore was yet employed in coolly binding up his leg, while Henry Grantham, who had just risen, was gasping with almost ludicrous efforts to regain his respiration.

“You must ask the meaning of our friend here,” answered Middlemore, with the low chuckling good-natured laugh that was habitual to him, while he proceeded with his bandaging.  “All I know is, that I came out as a second, and here have I been made a first—­a principal, which, by the way, is contrary to all my principle.”

“Do be serious for once, Middlemore.  How did you get wounded, and who are those scoundrels who have just quitted you? anxiously inquired Captain Molineux, for it was he, and Lieutenant Villiers, who, (the party already stated to have been expected,) had at length arrived.

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