Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 112: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF SI. MARK’S ABBEY, 99 With these words Hugh Clifford, although they were very powe.ful men, hurled them to the earth as though they had been children, then drawing bis cutlass, he stood upon the defénsive. Half-a-dozen shots immediately whizzed passed him, and several revenue officers darted from the dificreat apertures in the rocks, where they had been lying in ambush, and surrounded Hugh. ¢s Down with the. d—d swabs !’—cried the smugglers in & breath, as they leapt, sword and pistol in hand, upon the beach, and desperately cut their way to the side of their captain, who was fiercely engaged with a host of the assailants, and fighting with a bravery which nothing could surpass. The clashing of swords ;—the firing of pistols, the shouts of the smagglers, the curses and groans. of the wueunded, now rendered the scene truly anful, while the brightness of the moon rendered it clearly visible. Mr. Woodfield and Angelina were left alone in the boat, and the latte completely overcome with terror, screamed aloud, which a(tracted the aftten- tien of Hugh, who exclaimed :— “< Back, back, to the ship again !—Some of you hasten te their aid, a handful of us is enough to chastise these: fellows }"— In a moment one of the smugglers jumped into the boat, and prepared to take the oars, but scarcely had he attempted to do so, when a pistol was dis- charged at him from the shore, the contents of which lodged in his breast; ~-e gave a yell of aguny, and bounding in the air, dropt lifeless into the ocean, and sank {to rise no more. . i Angelina screamed and fainted, and Mr. Woodfield finding it would be impossible for him to reach the smuggier’s vessel without assistance, laid his niece down at the bottom of the beat, to escape the shots that might be fired after them, and.once more took the ears, and using all his strength, he en- deavoured to wind rousd to the back of the. rock, thinking there,he might effect a landing ie safety, and ceek a shelter in St. Mark’s Abbey, until the conflict was.at an end. He had scarcely, however, taken a-dozen strokes, when the boat dashed with impetuous: violence against a point of rock, which abutted inta the sea, and which he had sot observed, and immediately upset, and Mr. Woodfield and his niece were hoth immersed in the water. | Mr. Woodfield immediately ntose again to the. surface, and with frantic baste looked rouad him in search of our heroine; the bright moonbeams in- mediately pointed out hes light dress to him flogting on the waves, aad with desperate haste, he made towards her, aad succeeded in clasping her round the waist. Mr. Woodfield was an excellent swimmer, but the alarm and exertions he had undergone, had ajmost erhauated him, and it was with extreme diffi- culty he gained the shore, where, with the senseless form of Ang: lina over his sbpalder,, he rushed towards the rack, upon the suaumit of which gtoed the ruins of St. Mark's Abbey, but nat many paces hed.he advanced, whea a man,armed with a cutlass, and by his dress, one of ihe officers, raaked out upon him aad pot only impeded his pragress, bat was in the act of aimiog — a violeut blow .at him, when a determised voice from the reck above, and which seemed to make the whole place reapund again, exclaimed :— ‘*‘ Hold! cowardly knave!” ¢ Before he had an opportunity. to 4urn to .see who it was; ‘that uttered the mandate, the report of a pistol was heard, and the man dropped | a curpee. at the f.et of him he was about to attack. | wn 92442R COMIC OOOKS. ECO