Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 100: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. 93 | ney had been sewing. Jean picked it up and dextrously fas- tened the tiny note to the neck of the bird. Jean knew its habits well. The pigeon had been trained to carry messages, and the hearts of the prisoners beat high with hope. Jean ven- tured to lift the window a trifle, and with a little flutter of its white wings, the pigeon flew away, just as Mrs, Corney entered, a frown on her sullen face, ‘‘Didnt I tell ye not to dare to move?” she cried, angrily. ‘‘Wal, seein’ as how ye’ve done it, ye can stay thar now, and see all thar is to be seen.” ) | As she spoke she pointed one skinny finger, and from the window the terrified Jean beheld Gabriel Black on the green outside, his rifle aimed at the little carrier pigeon. There followed a loud report, something small and white fluttered to the ground; and half dead with disappointment and dismay, the two women beheld this hope, like the others, crumbled to ruin. After that there seemed nothing left to them but utter despair. They had forgotten that ‘¢ After the night, the light, After the storm, a calm.”’ CHAPTER XX, WAITING FOR VENGEANCE. Let us go back to where John Averill and Mr. Lee, with their prisoner, the brutal vigilante, returned to Bob’s cabin, in quest of poor Lady’s remains. But when they arrived there they found the house deserted. Marian and the little ones had ‘¢ Folded their tents, like the Arabs, And silently stolen away.’’ John rushed frantically to the little grave—the low, red, clayey mound, with a few blades of cocoa grass just beginning GEomichooks:co =