Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 143: what you’re looking at

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134 ~ THRICE WEDDED. narrow passage, and flattened itself against the impenetrable rock bevond, Mr. Ellerton then drew another pistol from its hiding- _ place, and calmly awaited what should follow. - Squire Moulton, from his position of safety, realized the danger he should be in if he revealed himself, and taking a silver whistle from his pocket he blew it. Immediately footsteps were heard, and two rough-looking men appeared. Both of them cast baleful glances at the squire from beneath their shaggy brows, showing at once that they were not friends of his, although they might be _ obliged to obey him for the present. One of them glanced eagerly within the cell, and his eyes lighted peculiarly as he caught sight of the firm, defiant form within. ‘<Go within and bind that man. Search him thoroughly, and bring me whatever you may find about his person,” commanded Squire Moulton, as they appeared. “Hold!” cried Mr. Ellerton. ‘I have no wish to shed blood, but I warn you, that the first one who attempts to lay his hand upon_me, dies. I only act in self-defense.” He held his pistol cocked, and ready for action. But the man before-mentioned fixed his eyes calmly upon him, and quickly made a peculiar sign, and the weapon dropped from the prisoner’s nerveless hand upon the floor of his cell. The door was quickly unlocked, and both men approached the prisoner, who allowed himself to be searched and robbed of his possessions without the slightest resistance, though _ his eyes closely questioned the one who had made that strange signal. And a look of blank surprise remained upon his countenance meanwhile. Suddenly the stranger bent over him, and as he pretended to be busily unfastening a purse-belt from his waist, whis- ered: | : ‘‘Courage! we are friends, and will strive to set you right, and free, ere long. Had you obeyed the warning you would not be here. Make no sign, but be on the watch!” _ He then gathered up the booty, and carried it all to the squire, and they departed, leaving the unfortunate man to himself again. But he felt cheered, even at the light ray of hope offered him, though his blood boiled within him at the heartless torture he aad been eubjected to by his relentless enemy. — ‘comicbooks.com —