Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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A PLOT. 45 “ Have no fear on that score—we shall find her. But I tell you it will not do to trust to others; we must go for our- selves.” “Do not I know that?’ cried the Cuban vehemently. “Should I not have been there ere this, but for the vile clutches of that Yankee ?” “ Patience, patience,” said the general, “you will go there yet. You are nearly well. A sea-voyage will refresh you, and fully repair all damages. I have engaged our passage.” “What!” Don Carlos started from his chair—* and I this figure ?” “J tell you, you will be well enough by the time we land in New York. We will set out immediately to Saratoga, and it will go hard with me but we will find her.” “To Saratoga !—Zounds! no, not there, above all places.” “T tell you, yes; here is a letter found in the pocket of that intriguing Yankee; it is directed to his parents who, I should presume, are vulgar farming-people in that same vil- lage of Saratoga. What more likely than that she should be found there? Once let me get her in my possession—the ren- egade child, I'll teach her that she can not lose old friends so readily.” Don Carlos mused. “ There is something in that,” he said. “She may have known of the fact that his people lived there.” “To be sure, and there’s where she is, snug and cozy, set- ting them wild-about him. We will make their ears burn, my Don! We will make her glad to gain once more the pro- tection of a home. “As soon as the sun sets, Jose will be here with the carriage. Our volante will also be ready and we can drive immediately after to the Grand Carcel.” The evening was dark and the streets of Havana illy lighted or not at all. It was late into night when the general and his ward took their seats in the volante, and were driven rapidly after the clumsy carriage that was to convey the prisoner from his dreary coniinement to one as much more cruel as it was monotonous, ~The great building loomed up darkly, standing near the foot of the Punta. Palace like it reared its regal front, and the dim starlight made it an imposing object. At -that moment, Herman Goreham stood at the grated window” Eomicbooks-com J