Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 121 of 134
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AN ASTONISHED NIGGER. 119 “T am out of all patience with you; are you so stupid? Either you may carry me there, peacefully, or I shall appeal to the consul to let the police go with me. I am your mis- tress, now, and Senor Herman is to be brought from La Vin- tresse, by my orders.” “ But he is sick,” muttered the negro, with ashen lips. “Then see that pillows and a bed are placed in the car- riage, go, Bandola, and bring them from wherever you may find them. Be quick, girl,” she added, her heart sinking, as she thought little she might know ew sick he was. Still the negro stood irresolute, staring at her. “Haye you taken leave of your senses, Jose ?” she cried, threateningly, stamping her foot in feigned passion. The man muttered an incoherent word or two, and went slowly out. A béd was soon improvised, and bearing a few necessary arti- cles, Minerva entered the carriage with Bandola. “Stop a moment,” she cried, as the Man was mounting to his seat; “you will want another man to help, in case he will need to be lifted.” “T lift him,” answered the man, surlily, and sprang on the box. 4 “ Are you not afraid ?” murmured Bandola. “ Afraid, ob, no, good Bandola, I have not once thought of fear,” said Minerva, as the carriage rolled swiftly along. “ Jose dares not disobey me, it is he who fears, I think; he is a hard, cruel man, but I believe now he fears me. He knows I have power to expose him to the authorities, and he will be the abject slave, till I have done with him. But, O Ban- dola! what we are going to see, I know not; there I fear every thing.” — “Tt is not possible you believe Mr. Herman is there!” ex- claimed the girl, shrinkingly. “Yes, I believe they have buried him alive, but we shall know soon, we must be nearing the outskirts of Havana.” “ And shall you take him back with you?” “If it is possible, immediately to the ship,” was the reply. “The captain was to have every thing in readiness, and per- haps a doctor on board. We shall not sail for a week, and he will be perfectly quiet there. We are coming to a dreary place,” she added, looking out over a prospect where nature. comiliclbooks. conn