Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 80: what you’re looking at

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82 BLACKEYES, Ms Neither had Dolores been able to learn whether the time had been fixed for the slaughter of her friend, and she was quite discouraged at the failure of all her efforts. She knew Pacre Abrojo was all-powerful, and that her intercession with him had been effectual on more than one oceasion; but she also knew that he was angry with her, and she dared not ap- ply to him, or é¥en venture into his presence. She would have confided in her mother, and would have askedJher aid if she had not believed that Sefiora Colatzin was entirely under the influence of the padre, and would be rvled by him. As she was unable to effect any thing herself, she could only go and consult with Luke Royston, and she hastened to do so. She had been detained so long at the temple that it was after nightfall when she reached the small house, and she was: gladly welcomed by Luke, who had been waiting for her very impatiently. She at once put a stop to his endearments, reproaches and protestations of affection, by telling him of the business on Which she had come; of the perilous position of Fanny But- tress, and of the message which she had sent, to implore his assistance, ii | Royston was greatly astonised and troubled by this intelli- gence, both on account of Fanny, and for the sake of his friend, Lieutenant Bent. “ Something must be done, Dolores,” said he, “ but I hope I may be shot if I am able to suggest any thing. It is very un- fortunate that. we should all have. been captured, so nearly at the same time, and. should have been separated so that we are unable to assist each other. If the lieutenant knew that Miss Fanny was in such danger and trouble, ne would break through stone walls to help her, or would butt out his braing against them. But he, poor feHow, is buried in some solitary dungeon, or has been murdered before this time. For my part, Lam afraid I have not brains enough to form a plan, or to carry it out if it was formed, If I had Bill Ward with me, I think something could be affected, for the old man has an excellent head for stratagems of all kinds, and he would do any thing in the world for Charley Bent; but he is shut up close enough, and you told me, Dolores, that you could not release him as you released me.” comiclbooks.conn