The Illegal Marriage — page 210: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

202 | THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, look back a little at the career of Alfred Guerry. The night was far advanced when, driven from old Hawks’ hut, he went out to seek food and stimulants for the wounded man. For some time he stood upon the brow of the hill gazing at the hight which shown from Cecy Morgan’s sick cham- ber, and once more a bitter feeling took possession of his heart. Yet how could he escape from the clutches of old Hawks? | “T would murder you if I could.” he said, aloud, shaking his clenched hand toward the hut below. “Why did I ever place myself in your power?” He could not answer the question, but thought bitterly of the contract in writing which he had made with that old man, thus giving him still greater power if he chose to use it. “And what have I to hope from him,” Alfred thought. “He would betray me for money as will- ingly as he murdered Morgan. I thought that shot had killed him, when I heard his ery in the shrub- bery—would to Heaven it had! Now I must be his slave until he is well enough to go away.” “IT wonder if he would die there,” he thought again, as a dark purpose came into his mind. “I wonder if he could give an alarm if I left him there?” It was a risk that he dare not run. Fully impli- cated with old Hawks in the murder, he was bound to carry the thing through to the end; and his best plan was to get the old man up as soon as possible, and send him away with the money drawn from Stannard. It was late in the morning when Alfred returned to the bridge; and he disappeared in the bushes just in time to avoid Stannard, who was riding over to pay his morning visit at the castle. With a heart full of curses, he peered through the bushes at the thoughtful, placid face of the rider, remaining there until the sound of the horse’s hoofs was lost in the distance. Even by daylight the entrance to the hut was not easily found; but, guided by the voice within, he once more passed over the logs, and pushing aside - Comicbooks (elo)