The Wrong Man — page 91: what you’re looking at

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THE MESSENGER'S RETURN. 93 _ of our hero, and deposit it in the block-house, fragments of it _ would probably be found after the explosion, and lead to & belief that Dudley had perished—perhaps in an attempt to _ @scape by setting fire to the building—and that thus all dan- _ ger of pursuit would be avoided. The plan was not without agenuity, nor was it altogether unsuccessful; though in sev- - eral respects poor Cato had been sadly disappointed. The _ houdness of the detonation had terrified him exceedingly; and _ When, scared as much as those who without knowing any _ ‘hing of his plans had been meant to be principally benefitert _ by them, he scampered down to the boat, it was in the full _. confidence that he should meet his master there, as well as the _ Other fugitives, and find them ready to set off instantly upon ‘their voyage. _ ~ Euoch ey, however, had not yet reached the place of _ ‘embarkation, and, as the reader knows, was destined never to _ Teach it. After waiting several minutes longer in a state of . see excruciating suspense, Cato was again dispatched to &8eertain, if he could, the cause of the delay. During his ab- - Sence, the roar of the distant flames, the murmurs of the crowd, _ tnd every sound that reached the ears of Dudley and Lucy, “a ops additional poignancy to the nervous anxiety they feit. _ At last Cato, pale, sobbing, and half-breathless, returned to the _ boat, and as he sprung aboard, exclaimed in a voice almost _ choked by the combined effects of grief and haste, that his mar ter was dead. “Dead!” screamed Lucy, starting to her feet. + * Dead !” ejaculated Charles. Gato entered into a broken explanation, which was not so iv- distinct but they gathered something of the manner in which, ad Bedley had come to his end. _ . “ E must go,” said Lucy, rising and preparing to leave th __ * And leave me, Lucy 2” said Dudley. . “ He is my dine eg more than father,” replied Lucy, hesi E os Ells dead body. anys exposed to insult if I do not go.” Pe “And m living be v will be d J to a shameful denth it You do. He—the sole witness of my innocence, for whose sake _ §nd yours, dear Lucy, my senso sitios oa gh gone for- _ ever. If i vy my fute is certain. 9 | Piney sank ‘bectt on the beat, and Charles, folding her to his ‘Desom. directed Cato to shove off. The boat glided along like a -spirit@n the broad line of shadow cast upon the water by the high bank and the forest that nodded on its brink; and \-a¢ -<“S 3 «, . Temes. a?